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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson
Class is in session so you can stop guessin If this is a tape or a written down memo See I am a professional, this is not a demo In fact call it a lecture, a visual picture Sort of a poetic and rhythm-like mixture Listen, I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishin For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it It takes concentration for fresh communication Observation, that is to see without speaking Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin a class, or rather school, cause you need schooling I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling This is an introduction to poetry A small dedication to those that might know of me They might know of you and maybe your gang But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow Say something now ... thought so You seem to be the type that only understand The annihilation and destruction of the next man That's not poetry, that is insanity It's simply fantasy far from reality Poetry is the language of imagination Poetry is a form of positive creation Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it Verse Two: KRS-One Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop The beat may drop but not like all the others They just cover while I just smother Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha KRS-One will have to show another MC or self-proclaimed king or queen Or gang or crew or solo or team That I mean Business So tell me what is this? See I come from the Bronx so just kiss this Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment The antidote for sucka MC's and they're fearin it It's self-explanatory, no one's writin for me The poetry I'm rattlin is really not for battlin But if you want I will simply change the program So when I'm done you will simply say "damn" So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin I say hypothetical because it's only theory My theory, so take a minute now to hear me Verse Three: KRS-One So what's your problem? It seems you want to be KRS-Two From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack Cos KRS-One means simply one KRS That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less I've built up my credential financially and mental Anytime I rhyme I request the instrumental I speak clearly and that's merely Or should I say a mere, help to my career I'm really not into fashion or craze Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me But what a pity, I'm rockin New York City And everywhere else, you put the jams on the shelf You as an amateur is outspoken I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hopin That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up But everything's live that's why I don't dress up "Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh" I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty Get it right, or train yourself not to bite Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it I do not contemplate a battle cause it really ain't worth it I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it I'm teaching poetry I'm teaching poetry Scott LaRock We're teaching po-e-try |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Scott La Rock: Yo, wassup Blastmaster KRS-ONE. This jam is kickin'
KRS: Word! Yo, what-up D-Nice? D-Nice: Yo, wassup Scott La Rock? SLR: Yo man, we chillin' this funky fresh jam. I wanna tell you a little somethin' about us. We're the Boogie Down Productions crew and due to the fact that no-one else out there knew what time it was, we have to tell you a little story about where we come from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specialized in music I'll only use this type of style when I choose it Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attacks Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in Queensbridge If you popped that junk up in the Bronx you might not live Cause you're in... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) I came with Scott LaRock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earn, well it's well deserved, but without a crown, see, I still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With CoQue LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam Beat boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said "Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day Beat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway" They tried again outside in Cedar Park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what I'm talkin about Remember Bronx River rollin thick With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix When Afrika Islam was rockin the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash Patterson and Millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady takin out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was seventy-six, to 1980 The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go... So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own Scott LaRock And he's from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (8X) The human TR-808, D-Nice The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock Boogie...Down...Productions Fresh for '86, suckers! (Ha ha ha ha ha) |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la
La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la Buck! Buck! Chorus: Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) This is KRS-One... Verse 1: Me knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter He said I had his girl, I said "Now what are you? Stupid?" But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face He pulled his pistol anyway and I filled him full of lead But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said... Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Verse 2: Seven days later I was chillin in the herb gate But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate Puffin sensemilla I heard "knock knock knock" But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop And if it were a customer they'd ask me for a nick So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down The money and the sensemi' was lyin all around But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut Me jumped out the kitchen, went "buck! buck! buck!" They fall down to the floor but one was still alive So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead So just before he joined his potnah this is what I said... Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Verse 3: I gathered all the money and I ran up the block I said "This is a perfect time to meet with Scott LaRock" But Scott is either psychic or he has a knack for trouble Cos Scott LaRock showed up in a all-black BMW I jumped inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry And Scott said "What is wrong? Relax, tell me the story" I said "You remember Peter? Well his posse tried to kill me I'm all right now because the sensemi' fill me" Scott just laughed, he said "I know they're all dead And just before you pulled the trigger this is what you said..." Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
This is a test
Of the Boogie Down Production Prevention Against Sucka MC's In the event of a real emergency You would have been instructed On which jams to play And how loud to blast your radio And now, a word from our sponsor Verse One: I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One Provin that my job ain't done until I get some More, no need to roar or yell Cos I can still tell what will sell And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll That style is old, so unfold Blossom, bloom, you got the room So go ahead and consume A new era, KRS-One comes better Bite another lyric? Never Cos I'm too clever, however I own my own label Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable And partner Lee Smith I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift Hip-hop, hip-hop My voice is like a monster And now a word from our sponsor Verse Two: Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten I gotta start this rhyme again How many words can I find that rhyme And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time Not many but I have plenty Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any- One, any daughter, any son that comes my way Hey, you got to go the other way I represent my DJ Scott LaRock D-Nice, the beat box I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks Many people know me, yet I'm known by few My name is KRS-One, son Not two or three or four or five or six The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix Verse Three: Cool like the air we breathe Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail As sure as my name is "Blastmaster KRS" Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale From the days of prison I have uprisen To my family members I'm marked down as missin Listen, circumstances put me right in the street With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep Some weep, or should I rather say some cry Can't get by so later on they die Because the strong will survive The weak will perish Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish I love what I got and like what I had I'm glad, not sad, and I don't even get mad I get even, myself and some others I believe in Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta Let me pause, and now a word from our sponsor |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Verse 1:
I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style The same old runner has ran the mile See, I don't know exactly what you know But what I know is that stuff gotta go Usually when I pick up the mic Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night I like to talk about fact not fiction I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen Everything I write is premeditated Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak My words are comprehended every time I speak Or have spoken, no I'm not jokin Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken I get tipsy But never in your life try to dis me Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one If you take the first letter of what I just sung You spell my name "KRS-One" It's elementary Elementary Verse 2: DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses I have arrived for the purpose of joy Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy I will volunteer my services and launch an attack On you fake educators with your yakety-yak This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh Consistently hounded by you MC pests If you really want to learn from me Don't waste time in burnin me Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive Many people hate me, many people love me Some are far below me And you know there's some above me But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story All you fake MC's on a mission, you bore me I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight Cos there's no other creative composition on display That give a full analysis and rock this way You will pay, eventually you all will decay While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are Make a mix just for kicks And you'll be on our tip And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!) (Scott La Rock) (Go off! Go off!) x8 Verse 3: Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment You have arrived to make up for unemployment You're on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em But gettin into battles really isn't my thing You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century But please don't mention me It's only elementary Elementary All it really is to me and Scott La Rock...is elementary Elementary Elementary |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
[KRS] I got a dope beat?
[all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat.. [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE beat.. [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!! [all] WE GOT A DOPE BEAT!! My name is at the top of all of those that mix I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven Some did it got paid, some jams were never played But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade go by, and why? Cause they wasn't fly Others claim to be fresh, but they're not KRS I cannot walk around the street, with my head in the clouds Either runnin on my gear, or havin colors too loud Everything must coincide with the way I feel And by the way, it's Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel So I take one step, to adjust the mic I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike I like a funky beat, a studio like Unique I write the crazy fresh lyrics and I don't eat meat You can look me up and down, and my DJ too Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew Takin out MC's - on the 1, 2, 3 No matter who they claim to be in society Because we know their games, we have pulled their file If they need a different style we can get wild He's I.C.U., he's out to kill I'm KRS, and we get ill DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat The extravagant life, is what we seek I will tell you like this, cause I know for a fact I will live a long life, and I don't smoke crack Captivatin the crowd, seven days a week You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got the DOPE beat [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat? [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!! [all] WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT!! For me to say again another verse of my rhyme Means what you heard before must've blew up your mind So now it's time, to find, poetry like mine Do not waste all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be flowin 6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done They study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun When they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun But they will snap out of that, because I'm KRS-One Not two, not three, but O-N-E Get it right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways keep in mind that I been out there, from back in the days I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the people I know Because they're still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt Cause no matter how you front they're still the ones you want See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion Takin out you suckers while the Scott LaRock is spinnin! .. *guitar interlude* .. My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young I don't wear Adidas cause my name ain't Run Got Nike's on my feet, and to be complete I can rock an American or reggae beat Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and 90's Not bein conceited but it won't pay to try me out to any feud, any battle, any reason Make the rhymes up every season this style I'm just teasin Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you This particular style may vary The things I converse about are heard rarely Some can't bear me, others try to scare me Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent!! You know what?? [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat! [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got the dope beat? [all] You got the dope beat [KRS] I got the DOPE BEAT! [all] WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT! [KRS] I've got the dope beat! [all] You've got the dope beat [KRS] I got the dope beat! [all] We got the dope beat [KRS] Beat that we got?? [all] THE DOPE BEAT! I.C.U., is in the house... Miss Melodie, is in the house... Lena Love, is in the house... D-Nice, rocks the house... Gold Miss Idol, rocks the house... Flavois Walker, turns em out... 40th Street Black, knocks em out... To my mellow Moses Gun, rock the house... Naughty, bust it out... McBoo, turns it out... Chuck Chillout, cuts it up... Red Alert, breaks it out... Scott LaRock Jr.. My pride and joy... KRS-One.. his mother's first son And no he'll never run... BD... BD... Scott LaRock... Scott LaRock |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Yes, Scott LaRock you know you rule hip-hop
Yes, Mr. Lee you can rule hip-hop And, B-57 you can rule hip-hop But, KRS-One rule it non-stop When I'm in Brooklyn, yes, we rulin hip-hop When I'm in Manhattan, we rulin hip-hop When I'm in Queens, we rulin hip-hop And when in Staten Island we rulin hip-hop But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight We come to rock you whether you're Black or you're white Cos KRS-One you know I'm never ?frank? Come catch a star The girlies are free Cos the crack costs money Oh yeah I say the girlies are free Cos the crack costs money Oh yeah Ridin one day on my freestyle fix Jammin to a tape Scott LaRock had mixed I said to myself 'This tape sound funky' Ridin past the 116th Street junkie Thought I saw Denise but I was only assumin Took another look and that butt was boomin Did a little trick on my freestyle fix And I was right beside the girl, she was all on the tip She said 'Hi, DJ KRS' She kissed me on my neck so I gave her a peck She said 'I'm really in a hurry so I cannot wait If you give me a life while we ride to the ?bait?' She jumped on my bike, I said 'Huh, what's your stop?' She said 'Right around the corner to the crack spot If you buy me a crack I'll know how to act But if you don't, you might as well step back' I said 'Now how the hell we jump off to this? I'm doin you a favor, I'm givin you a lift' She said 'KRS, you know it goes' I said 'Yeah, you little.....it seems that you're a hoe' I did a little trick on my freestyle fix And she was right on the ground lookin after it Because... A girl tried to take my out one day For a play, not your everyday ?trey? We walked to the spot, she says she want a rock I looked in my pocket, didn't have a lot I said 'You better get yourself a job' She tried to tell me that times were hard I told the hoe, I said 'Yo, that's not my fault You need a vault', I'm out to assault Any girl I find who try to take my for mine I'm gonna have to ?pin? it just another time But... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Intro:
I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over Verse One: You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei Down with the sound called BDP If you want to join the crew well you must see me Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin like they gay Pickin up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say Sayin that hip-hop started out in Queensbridge Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to tell them agaaain Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to te-ell them Manhattan keeps on makin it, Brooklyn keeps on takin it Bronx keeps creatin it, and Queens keeps on fakin it Verse Two: Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, aiy! All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, cause Here's an example of KRS-One, bo! Here's an example of KRS-One They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya But instead of helpin ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin Like Doug E. Fresh said "I tell you now, you ain't nuthin" Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions So easy now man, I me say easy now mon To KRS-One you know dem can't understand Me movin over there and then me movin over here This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl? Don't know you know that he's out of touch What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan? On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks You'd better change what comes out your speaker You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped You're still tellin lies to me Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny But you're still tellin lies to me |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
[Phone ringing]
Scott: Yo, Kris. I really knocked the boots on those two big-butt females last night. Kris: Jeeez! Scott: Yeah, man. I'm on my way down to Latin Quarter to find two more freaks... Kris: Word... [Super Sperm] Chorus: repeat 2X Scott LaRock had em all He is the Super Hoe [Super Sperm] Verse One: KRS-One Scott LaRock is for now the main topic Not looking at his cuts or cash flow of the pocket You may not realize it or you may not know But, uh... (He is the Super Hoe) When I say super I'm not exaggeratin Datin for a guy like Scott turns into matin He seems to be quiet but I don't buy it Proof is in the puddin, why don't you just try it The Super Hoe is loose in your section And he's armed with a powerful erection So grab your girl and run for protection Your momma too, cause I like to mention Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Two: KRS-One Whatever you could do or say inside a bed Scott LaRock has done and most likely said He doesn't argue with a girl cause yes, he has others Keep updated on all kind of rubbers Got ones that are lambskin, others that are plastic One day he'll open a school for prophylactics They don't know... (He is the Super Hoe) Up in Rochester on DKX WDKX, now DK-Sex We were bein interviewed there live on air Every girl in the city Scott had an affair KM in the AM had asked his last question But Scott LaRock said "Wait, I gotta mention The fact that I'm single, I like to mingle" And one more time bust the fresh jingle Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Three: KRS-One In the field of music I'll always pass by Girls that claim to act so fly They always act like it's all about them or their friends But according to Scott, they all like to bend Yes, fly girls, shy girls, black girls, white girls In eighty-seven it's got to be the right girl If you claim to have a little problem Well, Scott LaRock knows just how to solve em If you're a guy a nine'll do the trick But if you're a girl, you need some... flowers I admit Scott has strange powers Enticing girls in less than an hour Or should I say minutes? I seen how he did it He probably says "I'm Scott LaRock" and she's with it So whether he's a gigolo, tramp, or pro... (He is the Super Hoe) Now many people have their ways of expressin what they do best, for Scott it's undressin Yes, either a girl or some date for the night He doesn't want to hear that you're too tight So do not think that Scott LaRock is mean It's not his fault, he'll give you Vaseline The Super Hoe is loose in your area Makin life for girls a little scarier So if you got a radio tryin to tape this Do not keep in mind that he is a rapist For the Super Hoe to be chillin Another female out there has to be willin So all you tramps and hoes raise your hand Cos Super Hoe Scott LaRock understands If you're a guy we'll talk about hangin And if you're a girl he'll talk about bangin If your moms call up, well, I don't know But uh... (He is the Super Hoe) Chorus [Super Sperm] 8X Chorus 3X [Super sperm] |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Intro: (sung by KRS-One to the tune of the Beatles "Let It Be")
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin Cause then you'll begin, to master Rhymin rhymin rhymin Verse One: KRS-One Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin However, I'm really fascinating to the letter My all-around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's --- I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin only women, got no time for little girls [KRS sings again] Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin? See I am a musician Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated, and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to making music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack Because everything that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded... |
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[verse one] Let's begin what where why or when will all be explained why destruction is a game see I'm not insane in fact I'm kind of rational when I be asking yo who is more dramatical this one that one the white one or the black one pick the punk and I'll jump up to attack one KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew right up to your face and dis you everyone saw me on the last album cover holding a pistol something far from a lover beside my brother S-C-O-T I just laughed 'cause no one can defeat me this selection number two is "My Philosophy" number one was "Poetry" you know it's me it's my philosophy many artists got to learn I'm not flammable I don't burn so please stop burnin' and learn to earn respect 'cause that's just what KR collects see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk you walk down the street and get jumped you got to have style and learn to be original and everybody's gonna wanna dis you like me we stood up for the South Bronx and every sucka mc had a response you think we care? I know that they are on the tip my posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live we walk correctly a lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't 'cause like a champ I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second on the mic I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I have juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back but for now just seckle [verse two] I'll play the nine and you play the target you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it or should I say, "Start this" I am an artist of new concepts at their hardest yo, cause I'm a teacher and Scot is a scholar it ain't about money cause we all make dollars that's why I walk with my head up when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up rap is like a set-up a lot of games a lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so-and-so I'm this I'm that huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown from the Boogie Down Productions of course our music be thumpin' others say their bad but they're buggin let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scot La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker some mc's be talkin' and talkin' tryin' to show how black people are walkin but I don't walk this way to portray or reinforce stereotypes of today like all my brothas eatin' chicken and watermelon talk broken english and drug sellin' see I'm tellin' and teaching real facts now when some act in rap is kind of wack and it lacks creativity and intelligence but they don't care 'cause the company is sellin' it it's my philosophy on the industry don't bother dissin' me or even wish that we'd soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics 'cause it's about time one of y'all hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man a vegetarian no goat or ham or chicken or turkey or hamburger 'cause to me that's suicide self-murder let us get back to what we call hip hop and what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock... [verse three] How many mc's must get dissed before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!" this is just one style out of many like a piggy bank this is one penny my brother's name is Kenny Kenny Parker my other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker who gets weaker? the king or the teacher it's not about a salary it's all about reality teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood if you were to rule over a certain industry **** right now would be in misery no one would get along nor sing a song 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king am I wrong?! so yo, what's up it's me again Scot La Rock, KRS, BDP again many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend we're criminal minded and only tend funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records no more than four minutes and some seconds the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin' they get the album take it home and start sweatin' why? well it's simple to them it's kind of vital to take KRS-One's title to them I'm like an idol some type of entity in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me? or rather mention us me or Scot La Rock but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped I don't play around nor do I f*** around and you can tell by the bodies that are left around when some clown jumps up to get beat down broken down to his very last compound see how it sound? a little unrational a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL! Fresh for '88 you suckas... |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Verse 1 D.J. Doc you know he's down with us D-Square, he's down with us Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us I.C.U., you know he's down with us D-Nice and McBoo, they're down with us Ms. Melodie, she's down with us Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us My manager Moe, he's down with us Castle-D boy, he's down with us D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us Robocop boy, he's down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm number one. People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope or a phase with a rope Sometimes I choke and try to believe when I get challenged by a million MCs I try to tell them, "We're all in this together!" My album was raw because no-one would ever think like I think and do what I do I stole the show, and then I leave without a clue What do you think makes up a KRS? Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking? Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble Rebel, renegade, must stay paid not by financial aid, but a raid of hits causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style Rockin' off-beat with a smile or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to BDP Posse so I love to step in the jam and slam I'm not Superman, because anybody can or should be able to rock off turntables Grab the mic, plug it in and begin But here's where the problem starts, no heart Because of that a lot of groups fell apart Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School cuz Rap is still a brand-new tool I say no-one's from the Old School cuz Rap on a whole isn't even twenty years old Fifty years down the line, you can start this cuz we'll be the Old School artists And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme A brand-new style, ruthless and wild Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun cuz even then, I'm still number one. Verse 2 Blastmaster KRS-One of course comes to express with style the lost ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present Knock, knock, who is it? A brand-new style, hup, time to change People talk about me when they see me on stage Live in action, guaranteed raw I hang with the rich and I work for the poor Now tomorrow you can say you saw KRS-One stompin' once more I play by ear, I love to steer the Alfa Romeo from here to there I grab the beer, but not in the ride cuz I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive I'm not a beginner, amateur or local My album is sellin' because of my vocals You know what you need to learn? Old School artists don't always burn You're just another rapper who's had his turn Now it's my turn, and I am concerned about idiots posing as kings What are we here to rule? I thought we were supposed to sing And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak KRS-One is something like a total renegade except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin' Politicians lyin', I'm tryin' not to escape, but hit the problem head-on by bringin' out the truth in a song So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions made a little noise cuz the crew was sayin' somethin' People have the nerve to take me for a gangster An ignorant one, something closer to a prankster Doin' petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary But in a scale of crime that's really elementary This beat is now compelling me to explain in silence why my last jam was so violent It's simple: BDP will teach reality No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free So now you know, a poet's job is never done But I'm never overworked, cuz I'm still number one. Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us Stetsasonic, they're down with us Dana Dane, he's down with us Sleeping Bag Records, they're down with us My lawyer Jay, he's down with us Jive/RCA is down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm number one. |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Scott La Rock: Yo wassup Blastmaster KRS ONE. This jam is kickin' KRS: Word! Yo what up D Nice? D Nice: Yo wassup Scott La Rock? SLR: Yo man we chillin' this funky fresh jam. I wanna tell you a little somethin' about us. We're the Boogie Down Productions crew and due to the fact that no one else out there knew what time it was we have to tell you a little story about where we come from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specialized in music I'll only use this type of style when I choose it Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attacks Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in Queensbridge If you popped that junk up in the Bronx you might not live Cause you're in... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) I came with Scott LaRock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earn, well it's well deserved, but without a crown, see, I still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With CoQue LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam Beat boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said "Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day Beat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway" They tried again outside in Cedar Park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what I'm talkin about Remember Bronx River rollin thick With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix When Afrika Islam was rockin the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash Patterson and Millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady takin out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was seventy-six, to 1980 The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go... So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own Scott LaRock And he's from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (8X) The human TR-808, D-Nice The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock Boogie...Down...Productions Fresh for '86, suckers! (Ha ha ha ha ha) |
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Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast
Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Stand clear Don man a-talk You can't stand where I stand you can't walk where I walk Watch out We run New York Police man come, we bust him out the park I know this for a fact you don't like how I act You claim I'm sellin' crack But you be doin' that I'd rather say see ya Cause I would never be ya Be a officer? You WICKED overseer Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour First show a little respect change your behavior Change your attitude, change your plan There could never really be justice on stolen land Are you really for peace and equality Or when my car is hooked up you know you wanna follow me Your laws are minimal Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal This has got to cease Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Now here's a likkle truth Open up your eye While you're checking out the boom-bap check the exercise Take the word overseer like a sample Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example Overseer Officer Yeah officer from overseer You need a little clarity Check the similarity The overseer rode around the plantation The officer is off patroling all the nation The overseer could stop you what you're doing The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing The overseer had the right to get ill And if you fought back the overseer had the right to kill The officer has the right to arrest And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest They both ride horses After 400 years I've got no choices The police them have a little gun So when I'm on the streets I walk around with a bigger one I hear it all day Just so they can run the light and be upon their way Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Check out the message in a rough stylee The real criminals are the C-O-P You check for undercover and the one PD But just a mere Black man, them want check me Them check out me car for it shine like the sun But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one Black people still slaves up til today But the Black police officer nah see it that way Him want a salary Him want it So he put on a badge and kill people for it My grandfather had to deal with the cops My great-grandfather dealt with the cops My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops And then my great, great, great, great when it's gonna stop Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast |
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Ya know that's why man I be telling you all the time man, you know LOVE, that word love is a very serious thing, and if you don't watch out I tell ya that (Love's gonna get you) because a lot of people out here say |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
I'ma make you dance And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X) Don't stop KRS-One Puff Daddy Bad Boy remix Hit me baby Verse One: Puff Daddy, KRS-One Hear the sound of my money machine See the 600 Benz see the chrome rims gleam See the teacher KRS and the Puff Daddy See the young black and famous Rich like Matty With the power and the knowledge at our fingertips With a style make the ladies wanna lick they lips, shake they hips Shake they rumps, bass thump Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer From the Boogie Down to the Himilayas I'm Comentating (say what?) illustrating (yeah) Descriptions given, adjective expert (I hear you) Let's work, til your neck hurt (oooh) Like Bedwork I Rock Steady, you ain't really ready for the teacher, just when you thought you had me licked I come equipped with another hit, oh shit! (I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you) Chorus: And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Verse Two: Puff Daddy Politic with the teacher (c'mon) as the hits reach ya Puff Daddy and KRS-One, double feature (that's right) Uptown diplomats, watch chips get stacked So-and-so, this and that (uhh) Just 'Show me the money!' Ain't nuttin funny (uh-huh) Have you stuck on stupid broke feelin crummy (ahah) Ain't no time for Girl 6 Cause I got a ten, holdin my stack of big Benz Correographer causin your funky dope maneuver (say what?) Bad Boy represent, keep it sewer Killin You Softly wit my song Call from the heist, I know y'all better think twice (what?) about the still number one (uh-huh) South South Bronx (say what?) At the Latin Quarter, dancin witcha daughter (ooh!) You can't handle me, I keep it tight With my Bad Boy family, that's right Chorus: And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Verse Three: KRS-One Uhh, uhh, South Bronx You sitin and you wonderin, how we keep it comin in KRS and Puff again to push it, and shove it in (that's right) The neighborhood be buggin when we we comin in, rulin (With more Wildcats than Rick Pitino, I mean yo) Just Coolin', like Levert, I do work They love me, thick with G. Simone, Puffy Young black and educated, that's how we made it (oh yeah) Study and bring the money in, you can't fade it This scholar, gets the dollars While these other scholars just holler (remix) With no dinero, your zero (remix) You think I care what you whisper You got the wrong picture (remix) I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner (haha) The 1997 winner, of your respect High tech, you get the album or cassette (that's right) And don't forget, while you listenin, skills I flaunt it That Boogie Down Bronx shit, we on it [Puffy] Scott LaRock rest in peace, Biggie Smalls rest in peace Step into a world We love y'all, always and forever, and we won't stop Where there's no one left Cause we can't stop, and we won't stop Where the very best BDP, Bad Boy No MC can test Cause we can't stop, and we won't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test (repeat last refrain to fade) Rock on, Bad Boy, remix, for eternity baby, BDP rock on rock on... |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Just like I told you you must learn
It's calm yet wild the style that I speak Just filled with facts and you will never get weak in the heart In fact you'll start to illuminate knowledge to others in a song Let me demonstrate the force of knowledge knowledge reigned supreme The ignorant is ripped to smithereens What do you mean when you say I'm rebellious 'Cause I don't accept everything that you're telling us What are you selling us the creator dwellin' us I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning You're tryin' make me you by seasoning Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York It doesn't exist no way, no how It seems to me that in a school that's ebony African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's not and this has got to stop, See Spot run, run get Spot Insulting to a Black mentality, a Black way of life Or a jet Black family, so I include with one concern, that You must learn Chorus: Just like I told you, you must learn (twice) I believe that if you're teaching history Filled with straight up facts no mystery Teach the student what needs to be taught 'Cause Black and White kids both take shorts When one doesn't know about the other ones' culture Ignorance swoops down like a vulture 'Cause you don't know that you ain't just a janitor No one told you about Benjamin Banneker A brilliant Black man that invented the almanac Can't you see where KRS is coming at With Elie Whitney, Holly Selosy, Grand Bill Woods made the walky-talky Lewis Latterman improved on Edison Charles Drew did a lot for medicine Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night Madame CJ Walker made a straightin' comb But you won't know this is you weren't shown The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh 'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man we need the 89 school system One that caters to a Black return because You must learn Chorus |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
[KRS One] Again we start let me say my part About the only guy who has some heart It took some time for the heart to come but it's HERE and everybody's in fear Crashin through the door of that WHORE Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR What you saw KRS One is now seeing Another fly human being Making, no excuses for the losers Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers You don't like it but you gotta keep PUSHIN until somebody starts MUSHIN all these suckers, claimin to rule the environment (Nah man, I ain't buyin it) You seem to think that everybody can be taught that everyone else can be bought But, you took a short, cause one guy hasn't been paid He is the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * [KRS-One] He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal But don't let the temper boil Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows (That's right boy, anything goes!) The crime is commited and he's right on your tail There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail All the ends, are justified by the means when Jack's on the scene Track the movement, don't lose it cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME Here is the aim -- destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes We don't like, criminals, and crime -- but we don't pay it any mind So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy Slade, Hammer, and Slammer I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar If you ain't up on it you GOTTA fall to the back of the line Hear this rhyme, cause I'ma say it one more time It's JACK'S theme song that KRS made It's called the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * [KRS-One] You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse If you wanna see more, just watch me MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air And scream it out, ohh yeah "OHH YEAHHH!!" One more time! "OHH YEAHHH!!" (Flash the rhyme!) Cool, guy, loud and quiet If your head's in the way, he'll FLY IT Don't try it, cause Jack of Spades doesn't BUY IT He's a one man riot Cleanin the community, of all it's debris The C-R-I-M-E The road was long and scary and some didn't make it The average guy couldn't take it But JACK, is not, the average guy He took a piece of the pie and BIT IT Got with it, for his brother he DID IT So you gotta admit it This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero WHY? Because he started from zero In this battle he clearly understands their power They're payin people by the hour to sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny they are gettin everybody HIGH High on a cable, cash under the table Currency is how they're able to buy the cops and props and keep the law PAID But here comes the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * [KRS] Break it down! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * [KRS-One] Fresh.. for Jack of Spades, you SUCKERS Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah.. |
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Intro: I say the bridge is over the bridge is over biddy bye bye! The bridge is over the bridge is over hey hey! The bridge is over the bridge is over biddy bye bye! The bridge is over the bridge is over Verse One: You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei Down with the sound called BDP If you want to join the crew well you must see me Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin like they gay Pickin up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say Sayin that hip-hop started out in Queensbridge Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to tell them agaaain Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to te-ell them Manhattan keeps on makin it, Brooklyn keeps on takin it Bronx keeps creatin it, and Queens keeps on fakin it Verse Two: Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, aiy! All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, cause Here's an example of KRS-One, bo! Here's an example of KRS-One They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya But instead of helpin ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin Like Doug E. Fresh said "I tell you now, you ain't nuthin" Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions So easy now man, I me say easy now mon To KRS-One you know dem can't understand Me movin over there and then me movin over here This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl? Don't know you know that he's out of touch What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan? On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks You'd better change what comes out your speaker You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped You're still tellin lies to me Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny But you're still tellin lies to me |
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Intro The J the I the M the M The Y the J the I the M It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! x2 Verse 1 Here is a message to the Super Hoes Just keep in mind when Jimmy grows It grows and grows and grows so let it But keep in mind about the epidemic When Jimmy releases boy it pleases But what do you do about all these diseases? Jimmy is Jimmy no matter what So take care of Jimmy cos you know what's up Cos now in winter AIDS attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh They're Jimmy Hats by KRS Chorus So, remember you're never too old (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Remember you're never too bold (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Do me a favour, wear your hat So Jimmy...will have the opportunity to come back Verse 2 Well, Red Alert is down with BDP Teachin' you all about Jimbrowski I don't wanna hear that you're not with it Turn around and see your butt in a clinic Havin' doctors just poke at Jimmy Let me express what now what's in me Too many people take too many risks Too many people I see get dissed Jimmy Hats are now in style Cos you can't trust a big butt and a smile Some are dry and some lubricated Many companies make and made it So all you Super-Hoes, wear your hat Cos drippin' Jimmies is straight up wack Keep in mind about Jimbrowski Jimmy Hats by BDP The J, the I, the M The M, the Y, the J, the I... It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! Repeat chorus |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Intro: (sung by KRS One to the tune of the Beatles "Let It Be") Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin Cause then you'll begin to master Rhymin rhymin rhymin Verse One: KRS One Criminal minded you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin However, I'm really fascinating to the letter My all-around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's --- I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin only women, got no time for little girls [KRS sings again] Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin? See I am a musician Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated, and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to making music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack Because everything that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded... |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Buck buck buck-buck-buck, buck-buck buck buck!
All rude bwoy lissen up! Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop Stop shootin black people, we all gonna drop You don't even get, paid a whole lot So take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock! Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock! Lookin for your people when you walk down a block Here in America you have drug spot They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot The black drug dealer just avoid black cop They're killin each other on a East Coast block Killin each other on a West Coast block White police, don't give a care about dat Dem want us killin each other over crack Anyway you put it it's a black on BLACK Black cop black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop Thirty years, there were no black cops You couldn't even run, drive round the block Recently police trained black cop To stand on the corner, and take gunshot This type of warfare isn't new or a shock It's black on black crime again nonSTOP Black cop!! Black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker comin into my face.. Don't be the sucker.. Here's what the West and the East have in common Both have black cops in cars profilin Hardcore kids in the West got stress In the East we are chased by the same black beast The black cop is the only real obstacle Black slave turned black cop is not logical But very psychological, haven't you heard? It's the BLACK COP killin black kids in Johannesburg Whassup black cop, yo, whassup?! Your authorization says shoot your nation You wanna uphold the law, what could you do to me? The same law dissed the whole black community You can't play both sides of the fence 1993 mad kids are gettin tense Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop Stop shootin black people we all gonna drop You don't even get, paid a whole lot Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock! Take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock! Take your uzi, put it 'pon lock! Black cop black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't.. don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't-don't-don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't-don't-don't-don't Don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't-don't, don't-don't Don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't-don't-don't! Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that yang-yang |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Clap your hands everybody
if you got what it takes Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic and Premier's on The Breaks If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me I never won a Grammy I won't win a Tony But I'm not the only MC keepin it real When I grab the mic to smash a rapper girls go Illlll Check the time as I rhyme it's 1995 Whenever I arrive the party gets liver Flow with the master rhymer that's to leave behind The video rapper you know the chart climbe Clapper down goes another rapper Onto another matter punch up the data Blastmaster Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody Call up KRS I'm guaranteed to rip a party Flat top braids bald heads or natty dread There once was a story about a man named Jed But now Jed is dead all his kids instead Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head Word what go around come around I figure Now we got white kids callin themselves niggas The tables turned as the crosses burned Remember You Must Learn About the styles I flip and how wild I get I go on like a space age rocket ship You could be a mack a pimp hustler or player But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer This is what you waited all year for The hardcore that's what KRS is here for Big up Grand Wizard Theodore gettin ill If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines Let's battle to see who headlines Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show Toe for toe you you better act like you know Too many MC's take that word emcee lightly They can't Move a Crowd not even slightly It might be the fact that they express wackness Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest I flip a script a little bit you ride the tip and shit Too sick to get with it admit you bit your style is counterfeit Now tone it down a bit My title you will never get I'm too intelligent I'll send your family my sentiments my style is toxic When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head I knock it It split quick from the lyric Direct hit perfect fit you can't get with it Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum Slappin and selectin em checkin em disrespectin em Just deckin em deckin em deck in em Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine I design rhyme and get mine all the time MC's standin on the sidelines always dissin When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin I don't burn I don't freeze yet some MC's Believe they could tangle with the likes of these Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive Wide magnified live like the ocean tide You dope you lied I reside like artefacts On the wrong side of the tracks electrified Comin around the mountain you run and hide Hopin your defence mechanism can divert my heat seeking lyricism As I spark mad iszm The 1996 lyrical style's what I give em |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Verse One The day begins with a grin And a prayer to excuse my sins I can walk anywhere I choose Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew We're not here for glamour or fashion But here's the question I'm askin Why is it young black kids taught {flashin?} They're only taught how to read write and act It's like teachin a dog to be a cat You don't teach white kids to be black Why is that? Is it because we're the minority? Well black kids follow me Genesis chapter eleven verse ten Explains the geneology of Chem Chem was a black man, in Africa If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya Genesis fourteen verse thirteen Abraham steps on the scene Being a descendent of Chem which is a fact Means, Abraham too was black Abraham born in the city of a black man Called Nimrod grandson of Kam Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan Here, let me do some explaining Abraham was the father of Isaac Isaac was the father of Jacob Jacob had twelve sons, for real And these, were the children of Isreal According to Genesis chapter ten Egyptains descended from {Hahm,Kam} Six hundred years later, my brother, read up Moses was born in Egypt In this era black Egyptians weren't right They enslaved black Isrealites Moses had to be of the black race Because he spent fourty years in Pharoah's place He passed as the Pharoah's grandson So he had to look just like him Yes my brothers and sisters take this here song Yo, correct the wrong The information we get today is just wack But ask yourself, why is that? Verse Two The age of the ignorant rapper is done Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone The stereotype must be lost That love and peace and knowledge is soft Do away with that and understand one fact For love, peace must attack And attack real strong, stronger than war To conquer it and its law Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history Reinforces mystery And when mystery is reinforced That only means that knowledge has been lost When you know who you really are Peace and knowledge shines like a star I'm only showin you a simple fact It Takes A Nation of MILLIONS to Hold Us people Back Which is wack, but we can correct that Teach and learn what it is to be black Cause they're teachin birds to be a cat But ask yourself homeboy, why is that? |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Back in the days I knew rap would never die
I used to listen to Awesome-2 on WHBI I used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops Rappers wore bell-bottom Lee suits Me and Kenny couldn't afford that So we would go to the park when they was jammin' to hear rap I used to listen till the cops broke it up I always thought to myself Damn, why they fucked it up? But never the less I was in love with the microphone And it stayed that way until I left home On the streets of New York, now I'm free But with freedom comes big responsibility I used to walk around driven by the force I remember how large Super Rhymes was when he fell off I used to wonder about crews that used to rock They were large, but none of them could manage to stay on top Do you ever think about when you outta here Record deal and video outta here? Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin After livin' on the streets alone Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home I used to watch the show I Dream of Jeannie And dreamt about When will I be large like Whodini But I was messin' with graffiti on the subway And gettin' chased by the cops almost everyday I knew it had to bea better way see So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC Around 1984 I left the group home, again alone Still dreamin' about the microphone Gimme a chance man, I know I can rock it But I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket So when I reached the shelter I met my helper DJ Scott La Rock And we both loved hip-hop I was takin' suckas out in the shelter system Yeah there was rappers in the shelter but I had to diss 'em But all along, my vision was never lost I kept seeing all these rap groups fallin' off Do you ever think about when you're outta here Fly girl and fresh gear outta here? Five-thousand dollar love seat outta here No doubt BDP is old school but we ain't goin While I'm battling these rival crews Yes, BDP would stay in the street news Some said all they wanna do is battle They can't write a song, so their careers won't last long Around this time I used to hang with Ced Gee And DJ Scott La Rock used to buy gold with Eric B I didn't meet Rakim till later with Scott I remember we were jammin' at the rooftop It used to irk me when these critics had opinions Scott would say Just keep rappin', I'll keep spinnin We had a fucked up contract but we signed it And dropped the hip-hop album Criminal Minded We told the critics your opinions are bull Same time Eric B and Rakim dropped Paid in Full Hip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to be But right then hip-hop changed drastically People didn't wanna hear the old rap sound We started samplin' beats by James Brown In the middle of doin' My Philosophy Scott was killed and that shit got to me But knowin' the laws of life and death I knew his breath, was one with my breath I had nothin' left and it was scary So I dropped By All Means Necessary Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me Was a revolution crew called Public Enemy It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back These two albums set off consciousness in rap But all along, I'm still lookin' around And all I can see are these rap groups fallin down Do you ever think about when you outta here Condominium and beach house outta here? Credit cards and bank accounts outta here? No doubt BDP is old school, be we ain't goin |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Verse 1 Am I supposed to stand here? These bright lights I'll probably get a tan here Scott turn up the master So I can hear and talk faster I'm the Blastmaster cos I'm blasted I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted But Blastmaster is a subtitle KRS ONE is more vital And more lethal and more vicious As the suckers always say "He just dissed us! He got a problem, yo, he's conceited" I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle Seconds later they're playin' that single Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically So the people in the place will automatically Time it, and dance right behind it Those that have it on tape will rewind it It's not surprising, we rock parties Anywhere, anyone, anybody Some sound shoddy, like cardboard But I'm blessed, praise the lord You see I like to study, I like money I like eatin' wheat bread with honey But to none of these am I addicted I like to remain free and unafflicted With the sickness of attachment The material road of entrapment Those that walk this road become weak They can't think, they can't speak Unself-sufficient, cos they're leeching I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin' Well if you notice, not once Have I said Scott's name to gain fame See it's a shame that they're blinded If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it That's called an autograph, this is called a class I've only come to educate the mass Of young people, to this there's no sequel Just a message, be peaceful And loving, but not a sucker And stay away from negative motherfuckers They only pull you down with their hate But wait, here's somethin' to meditate... Verse 2 Downratin' statements you always seem to make You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift To execute the rhyme on time without a shift You only utter negativity, never productivity For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity Yet when all the currency comes in tax free You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun If you could realise this you won't be called a toy But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence I am only 20, yet here's my present level Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious I will succeed while you suckers make wishes Time and time again I prove to be exciting But time and time again you prove to be biting I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer! |
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from High School High (굿모닝 스쿨) by Ira Newborn [omnibus, ost] (1996)
Wake up your mind black people, it's ill
Superior people use superior skill We can defeat any congressional bill at will The hip-hop nation will prevail all problems in society with inner city philosophy The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt Executed properly I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately three single syllable words per second like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind With constant conscience lyrical rhyme At the end of time, I'll be in my prime Read the sign, men, rhymin like an oratorical shymin I look still but I'm climbin Newsflash here's the latest findin Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart Hip-hop displays art The highest level of mental expression, play your part *I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) Everybody knows All these motherfuckers tryin to be large with their two car garage just like El DeBarge It's played out, fadin out, over Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier! I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin But I'm already in 1999 feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind Rewind cos I got a little bit of time Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity positivity, purger of sensibility to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity I rock way hard you can't get wit me or go wit me or float wit me Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time forget tryin ta get mine I went from the park with my arc in the dark A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today Run away, run away, run away....little boy Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys Noise is what I hear when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere The blast master's here! *Repeat (x2) Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended I see my schedule it's open-ended I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner? Now the teacher you retrudge Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper You'll get railed like the sleeper No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild This sins recommend ya and because you're not fertile or fertile Your reflex's slow like a turtle Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst I verse, I burst sua Into a million children in Tiananmen buildings Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling Enough of this reteric let's start building |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS-One]
Turn it up now, it's yo' time (ha!) Thanks for yo' nickel and yo' dime (ha!) The Kris-Style will blow yo' mind (ha!) Let's get it started, RIGHT ON TIME (ha!) The elements, I represent all nine (ha!) I do the written or the freeflow rhyme (ha!) These rappers nowadays they be so blind (ha!) You lookin for the skill but you won't find (ha!) Real live skills I show mine (ha!) Whack rappers I'll pay them no mind (ha!) Improvement, they showin no sign (ha!) DJ's, I hang with the dope kind (ha!) All you cats, know meeeee (ha!) I'm not ashamed of who I beeee (ha!) I teach about G.O.Deeeee (ha!) It's YOU that's frontin, not meeee (ha!) I keeps it bumpin in the C-L-U-B Eleven albums, what are you tellin me? I am B-L-E-S-S-E-D I don't need radio +OR+ TV You are C-U-R-S-E-D All I wanna do is recite my poetry You hear somebody preachin, YEAH you know it's me You hear the t'cha speakin and yo, you gotta see "Criminal Minded," do you got it? [switching to a live performance] (Throw your hands up!) "Criminal Minded," do you got it? "By All Means Necessary" (uh) "By All Means Necessary" (uh) "Ghetto Music," do you got it? (uh) "Ghetto Music," do you got it? (uh) "Edutainment," do you got it? (uh) "Edutainment," do you got it? (uh) "Sex and Violence" - ooh they got it! "Sex and Violence," do you got it? (uh) ("I Got Next" - do you got it?) ("I Got Next" - do you got it?) ("The Sneak Attack" - do you got it?) ("The Sneak Attack" - do you got it?) "Spiritual Minded," do you got it? (huh?) "Spiritual Minded," do YOU got it?! (Alright, check it out..) |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus]
Ya feel dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Could it be dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Can you believe dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) You can feel dat (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) [Verse One] Show me an MC that think he's too hot Bring him to KRS-One, I'll show him he's NOT Blowin the whole spot up when I spit up Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up My wrists ain't lit up! I don't even live that life Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife - you see Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine You got it, FINE - but what about that rhyme? Can you rhyme? Can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? LET'S GO! [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Two] I write my own books like I write my own hooks Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook They don't look here cause KRS is BOOM! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms Yo, get away from me You got a million dollar video but I'M the one they wanna see The capital E-M-C-E-E A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie I'm out, confident, no doubt I get what I gotta get when I spit I don't shout This New Yorker, Kris Parker's a quick talker You can get what I spit or get the klik-klocker Overseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopper Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper Street doctor, I'm +Brown+ and +Foxy+ like the +Ill Nana+ Whoever you think is hot, I'm hotter [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Three] RADIO! These suckers never play me or Chuck - but do you think we really give a... Southside, Westside, Eastside, North I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off I come from that place where you cats can't face Where cops can't chase or invade my space We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they know they place with Kris or Christ, they'll lose their life You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clears you'll be like, God damn - who was that? Loosen that noose around your neck and back Embarassin blacks, ain't no respect in that! [Chorus] w/ variations [KRS-One] Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, we out! |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
What does it mean to be underground?
It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground It's time that I open with a thunder sound Now look around your own town for the underground Yo, you rhymin for the TV or a million Cd's? You ain't a MC, you ain't underground You could be platinum or gold, hot or cold But it's the respect you hold that's underground When the critics don't get, that for the streets you spit it When your lyric they fear, that's underground Yeah what does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, white kids, black kids, skinny kids, fat kids Them Asian cats be underground Chicanos, Palestinians, Milanos, fuck the lone ranger Where's Tanto? That's underground Freddie Fox, Blackalicious, Kweli M.O.P., Gangstarr that's underground Mad lion, Smif-N-Wessun, Buckshot Armageddon T.S. that's underground What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, the t'cha returns, I told y'all I went to Cali to learn And that shit was underground If the cops be eyein' you 'cause survive is what you try to do Yo I'm wit you, you underground If it's justice you want and you protest the ice they flaunt You want skills that's underground Yo it's not about a rugger, rapper, or an actor It's about your subject matter that's underground, look What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground, alright Chevonne Dean from Ruff Ryders, all the outsiderz Young Zee, that's underground When all your money's spent and you're still hangin' on To 50 Cent, get it, you underground When you rep the collective consciousness of hip-hop Not hip-pop, you underground Yo it ain't about jewels, bitches and cars It's about Nas, that's underground, yo What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground To be underground simply means that you're down For the struggle, get 'em up, that's underground You could be a classy lady or a whore But if you protest the war, for sure, you underground If the government can't see you or deceive you You love your people, believe you underground If you refuse to play the game, you go against the grain You ridin' the train, you underground, get it What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, yo, that blast from the past, like Grandmaster Caz Bam and Flash, that's underground Doug E. Fresh, Lord Finesse, KRS If you listenin' to this you underground Turn it up now KRS about to show you how They go wow, blaow for the underground Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, KRS, BDP Kenny P, that's underground, do it What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Alright turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up if you underground, listen Sure shall |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS]
Yo, my man, how bad do you want it? You know how many cats I threw the pitch, and they never caught it? I told them to bring they lyric, but they never brought it Scared to get ripped off, cheated, deleted, rejected and shorted? Yo, how bad do you want it? FearoI ain't got no time for it If you want it, yo there's the trackoput your rhyme on it! [Peedo] This hunger inside of me's unexplainable, Kris The struggle we put in this box will be put into disc Birth and ever, these family problems is hurtin' Both of my sisters is pregnant, fuckin' feel like murkin' All I have is my word and my balls And my fam and my music speaks for them all It's the Dominican animal ready to damage, you puttin' Pressure to rappers that think they can challenge you, Kris (uh huh) We been through it all, the grimiest days, this earth ain't Ready for my brain, comin' to face (word) Everyone plus everyone Do you hear me, KRS-One? [KRS] Well listen You grimy and hungry? But how long you gonn' trust me? You really down for this cause or just chasin' the money? I be up in them spots to be hot, so dusty and ugly Nothin' be funny, it's all dark, nothin' sunny Can you walk with me? Talk with me? Pop the cork with me? When we in other cities, will you rep New York with me? (yeah!) I need respect and honor Discipline and no drama How bad you want it, poppa? (with all my?) [Peedo] Loyalty is the key to it all (remember) Get used to my face, we the winners of all By mi gente, yo I go low to say-ah Real like them Washington Heights Niggaz there (say yeah!) [KRS] After you rap, will you stab my back? (never) You gimme a track, will you take that back? (never) I give the word, yo you bustin' your Gatt? (whatever) Respect from your crew? They livin' like that? (they better) This is no game! Why should I make you popular? You know I'm the philosopha How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it? If you see it, you can believe it, perceive it, retrieve it and flaunt it How bad do you want, doggone it, there's the track, if you want it You got to put your rhyme on it! [Peedo] How bad do I want it? I'm ready to die like Big A serious man with blood in my eyes for this Success doesn't come overnight It's gonna be dark a while until I see light (that's right!) What is it? [KRS] This is no game, why should I do it? KRS-One, me and Peedo runnin' through it I saw you down the street in FedEx You said you had the beats was comin', like "I Got Next" So we went upstairs, my man Choco hooked it up This is KRS-Oneoturn my voice up! Whao (wha-,wha-) How bad do you want it? How bad do you see it? How bad do you hear it? How bad do you BELIEVE you can be it? If you doubt, then you're out If you believe, you can achieve I got the city on lock, but I'm gonna hand you the Keys like Alicia You know my style, you know I'm the teacha Philosopha, minister, emcee, Hiphop's spiritual leader With the heater You comin' with me? You runnin' with me? In the spirit Scott LaRock, JMJ and Pun is with me Yo, cats be steppin' to me ALL the time With the rawest rhyme But two weeks later, they fall to crime If you listenin' to this song, and you want to be put on You must be loyal to the cats that made you strong It could be your friend, your father, you sister, your mother, your brother or some other Just remember the days when YOU was under! Before the Hummer, before the Benz Before the hundreds, before the fifties, the twenties and tens When you was thirsty, remember the living water, and who poured it Now ask yourself, how bad do you want it? |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS]
You know it's Kris! [Chorus] It ain't the same now (it ain't the same) They switched the game now (they switched up on us) They talk 'bout chains now (bling bling) Rims on the Range now It's sounding plain now Y'all rock the same style (sound of the mic) I know the way how (I know) Bring it back to one It's supposed to be... [KRS] This is the way it's supposed to be It's supposed to be like you more close to me It's supposed to be about our families It's supposed to be about avoiding catastrophe But it's all about salary and flattery Distrust, lust, hate and tragedy It's supposed to be about you and me on the same route Were you there in eighty-six when I first came out? And you know about how they runnin' this game out It's supposed to be about fun and getting' the pain out But it's all about clout and poppin' them chains out Instead of forgiveness, we poppin' they brains out It's supposed to be about seekin' in the seek out You witnessin' injustice, you got to speak out If you claimin' you love this, you got to release doubt Knowledge is what I'm all about [Chorus] [KRS] Well it's supposed to be sunlight over me Light over you, not you runnin' over me It's supposed to be a two dollar royalty minimum A Hiphop guild�we got to begin buildin' 'em It's supposed to be NO police brutality And the fact that we tolerate that crap is insanity It's supposed to be museums and archives Where people can see the importance of OUR lives But it ain't about any of this Cats are trying to get that diamond-studded Rolex on they wrist You hear a voice in the wilderness�you know it's Kris Higher consciousness lyrics, they will persist But it's supposed to be about makin' it better You see, Hiphop's not a product like pants or sweater Go ahead�be a hero, get your cheddar Even y'all gonna see when you look back you remember that [Chorus] [KRS] You can see in your heart how it's supposed to be You doin' your part, THAT'S how it's supposed to be Pursuin' your art, THAT'S how it's supposed to be Today you will start, THAT'S how it's supposed to be It shouldn't be about you movin' slowly Then talkin' junk when you don't even know me And you cats be pussy like Josie I +Touch+ "50 MC's" like +Tony+ Everybody in the hood ain't your homie I spit the truth, but I'm not the only There's plenty K-R-S-O-N-E [Chorus] |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus: KRS] + (guest)
It's all a struggle (tryin to make it day to day) It's all a struggle (from my hood to around your way) It's all a struggle (single parents all by theyself) It's all a struggle (diseases decreasin your health) It's all a struggle (fiends swearin that's they last puff) It's all a struggle (hustler tryin to avoid handcuffs) (No matter what you do, who you are or where you from) (Rich poor black white, at the end of the day) [Verse One: KRS-One] It's all a struggle - and most people's struggles are doubled You ain't the only one with a challenge facin some trouble Look at the woman chewed up by the dog with no muzzle Or the workers that got trapped underground in that tunnel Some kids are playin in pools, others in puddles When they listen to the news the propoganda is subtle But it's time for you to know that the cryin got to go Release the guilt that you built and let it flow Slow and low, that is the tempo Move slow and on the low, this you gotta know You don't get the muscles without the hard struggles You ain't the only one out here tryin to get dough From the hustler to the preacher to the government leaders From the airline pilot to the chef to the teachers We linked in the same huddle, in the same tussle'n'bustle Cause at the end of the day, it's all a struggle [Chorus] [Verse Two: KRS-One] It's all a struggle - but don't let the challenges bug you Or the government drug you, or the thieves in the street beat and mug you - build your tunnel under the rubble Come up on the other side eye to eye with the trouble Look at the Twin Towers crumble Look at the religious leadership stumble, everybody struggles But not everybody comes through nifty, it's fifty/fifty The city itself will outrun you quickly Whether you be healthy or sickly Whether you be wealthy or thrifty, ugly or pretty Everybody's tryin to get 50's and 100's I taught this at UCLA just off Sunset Now run get "Ruminations" It's a book that I published for the healing of this nation In just a few chapters we run through, some possible solutions Cause at the end of the day [Chorus] [KRS-One] It's all a struggle |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
There was once a dreamer named Peter
{What else happened} Peter was also known as Skeeter {What else happened} Peter had sex with Anita {What else happened} Anita got pregnant from Peter {What else happened} Peter wasn't just with Anita {What else happened} Peter knew this girl named Rita {What else happened} Peter had sex with Rita {What else happened} Rita got pregnant from Peter {What else happened} Now two girls are pregnant by Peter {What else happened} But Rita doesn't know of Anita {What else happened} And Anita doesn't know Rita {What else happened} The two of them only know Peter {What else happened} Now Peter's at the mall with Anita {What else happened} You know he runs into Rita {What else happened} Well Rita takes a look at Anita {What else happened} And Anita takes a good look at Rita {What else happened} Well Rita starts to pull out the heater {What else happened} The heater now is pointed at Peter {What else happened} Anita jumps right on Rita {What else happened} Rita busts shots at Anita {What else happened} Rita missed Anita by meters {What else happened} But Rita's bustin' shots at Peter {What else happened} Just then somebody shook Peter {What else happened} Yo how many spoons of the dairy creamer {What else happened} It's Keisha sayin' wake up Peter {What else happened} That's why they call you the dreamer {Now that's happenin'} |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
Oh, do it now, oh, do it now
Yeah, we celebrate diversity in the university Everybody can't be a queen, everybody can't be a ho and a bitch (Ha ha) Everybody can't be a philosopher Some of y'all gotta load up the clip Word up, watch this It goes 1, 2, 3 we the best Knowledge Reigns Supreme, as you can see, or KRS You don't wanna test the team, why get a vest You don't wanna be cursed in a verse, by the blessed KRS with the sound for the eat and the west Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest Somebody gotta be fresh Somebody gotta be wack Somebody gotta be the MC Somebody gotta do the rap Somebody gotta be smart Somebody gotta do that Somebody gotta do art Somebody gotta be black Somebody gotta have heart Somebody gotta be white Somebody gotta do their part Somebody gotta be bright Somebody gotta be up somebody gotta be down Somebody gotta be the teacher Somebody gotta be the clown Somebody gotta be lost Somebody gotta be found Somebody gotta be in the economy making the money go round Somebody gotta be the president Somebody gotta get down Somebody gotta be hesitant Somebody gotta be relevant Somebody gotta be celibate Somebody gotta be having their sex in a lex for the hell of it Somebody gotta be intelligent Somebody gotta be illiterate Somebody gotta go all the way Somebody gotta go a little bit Somebody got to be an idiot Somebody gotta be belligerent Somebody gotta be hip hop 'Cause somebody else is living it Somebody gotta be spitting it Somebody gotta be ignorant Somebody gotta be holy But somebody gotta have sin in it Somebody gotta be losing it Somebody gotta be winning it Somebody gotta be flippin' the style I'm kicking just a little bit Somebody gotta be into it Somebody gotta be out of it Somebody gotta be up for it Somebody gotta be doubtin' it Somebody gotta be running it Somebody gotta be all that Somebody don't even known that Somebody gotta come right here Somebody else gotta go back Somebody gotta be scheming Somebody gotta be a witness Somebody gotta be seeing in the meaning is different Somebody else gotta be somebody For some else to be somebody Somebody else to run into to wealth To try to create one body One aim, one God, one destiny I'm not non-violent, you can back up off of me I sip my tea, and cock back three One for Tiny Tim, Mr. Walt, and Evil Dee I hope you all see, the need for unity I'll never stop speaking about Marcus Garvey Kwame Ture or Malcolm X all day Black leadership today is all play Y'all play, y'all immature black behavior Is worse than being a trader Do on to others As you would have done do to your neighbor Big up to my philosophy majors Free Mumia Abu-Jamal from the cages We writes the pages and teach all ages Justice, tell me what we want now Justice, for Mumia Abu-Jamal Or justice for Amado Dialo Justice, there is no peace without (Justice) All dem mercy, now watch this I sing, 1, 2, 3 we the best Knowledge Reigns Supreme, as you can see, or KRS You don't wanna test the team, why get a vest You don't wanna be cursed in a verse, by the blessed KRS with the new sound for the eat and the west Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no Follow no, follow no, follow no Follow no beast, on a quest Do you hear me? Follow no beast, on a quest Word Hip Hop ya don't stop Tiny Tim ya don't stop KRS ya don't stop Get by us |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS-One] Yeah, all my fathers
[Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uh.. uh, word [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin [KRS-One] Uh.. hold your head up! [Tekitha] Survivin, survivin [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [Verse One: uncredited - possibly Shuman] Yo, time to do what we gotta do These days, livin ain't true, but I ain't mad at you I don't got time for the stress and the nonsense So I try to stay blessed, but it's all tense When I awake, feel the sun on my right side It make me wanna grab a gun and change my lifestyle But it only goes so far, so live it up Or realize what you know star, and give it up Or either switch it up, gotta keep reppin on And lookin out for our kids, like the rest of (?) Now I know how it is, and what you're handin me So I can calculate the right moves for my family, yo [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Keep on! [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin [KRS-One] C'mon, c'mon! [Tekitha] Survivin, survivin [KRS-One] C'mon, that's right [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin [KRS-One] Word up! [Tekitha] Survivin, survivin [Verse Two: KRS-One] C'mon, let's do this When it comes to the cash, we ain't equal Rich man, poor man, poverty defeats you Where my people? Yo, Kris see you There's only one of you, that's why you gotta be you Them others be see-through, flashin and flossin Me I'm with Inebriated Beats in Boston Strivin, survivin, we get cash often But do you really know what daycare be costin? All my fathers, all my mothers All my sisters, all my brothers Hold your head up and teach them younger cats It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at! [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [Verse Three: uncredited - possibly Priest] Now see I'm livin just to die without most any reason So I keep on chasin paper 'til it's time to go But should I really go for mine and put the clip all in the 9 Or stay at the 9 to 5 a day I just don't know But a brother got a daughter I gotta support her Caught up in the system inside a order, man I can't afford a kitted Escalade, or bling bling And so I gotta keep survivin, is the song that I keep singin I try to keep my head off the floor, the country's goin to war While Bush is givin dough to NASA and ain't feedin the poor But I keep love over these beats, these beats keep me alive Alive, I got to stay the Priest, I will survive y'all [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uh, word [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [KRS-One] C'mon, c'mon.. SURVIVIN [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uhh! Keep your head up, word! [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [KRS-One] C'mon, uhh.. SURVIVIN [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uh [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [KRS-One] Word! Uh-huh [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uh.. ALL MY FATHERS [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [KRS-One] Word! [KRS-One] Sadat X, is down wit us Stud Doogie, is down wit us Lord Jamar, down wit us Alamo, you down wit us Grand Puba, down wit us Brand Nubian, down wit us Shuman, you down wit us Yo Priest, you down wit us Marlo, you down wit us Choco, you down wit us Vangod(?), you down wit us Desmond Terrow(?), you down wit us Cliff Cultrary(?), you down wit us Yo Tekitha, you down wit us Aiyyo RZA, you down wit us The whole Wu-Tang, is down wit us Makin funky music is a must! Makin funky music is a must! {*sampled: "One For All.. All.. All.." repeats to fade*} |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
Lyrics to Things Will Change :
Hands in the air! (X 4) [KRS] Good looking, word... DJ Revolution, word up... Let's do this, kid... Here we go! [Chorus] A good time, a good vibe, and a house with a court Good life, good wife, a little food for thought I need (I need) food, clothes, and a whip with rims I need God in my life I need family and friends (I need) money, power, respect, I need love I need world peace, homeless to eat, no drugs I need every race and creed to be one Every nation, every face and seed to see sun [KRS] You need to listen to this You need to listen to Kris You need to have peace at least You need spiritual bliss You need a lyrical twist Do you know what a miracle is? Before we begin, you may need a kiss I suggest either one from J to O-one from the lips Either way what I'm saying, yo, is bound to uplift You need checks, you need cash You need intellect You need to be moving fast You need that big respect You need to be rolling in a car Going to a bar that's far Makin' the deal to make you a star You need to ask yourself, now do you know who you are? Where you goin'? How many steps you took so far? You need patience, you need to control your mind If you read and don't act, then you're wasting your time We need better leaders, we need better preachers We need a three-thousand dollar raise to all teachers [Chorus] [KRS] You need some meditation You need rejuvenation You need assistance right now with your situation You need some contemplation You need a combination —A combination of will power and concentration You need some syncopation With regular relaxation But you can't, 'cause you runnin' and racin' and chasin' You need to slow down, maybe you should speed up One sayin' ""lay down,"" the other's sayin' ""leap up"" You gotta keep up I suggest you start to speak up A lawyer, a doctor, a rapper창?""you wanna be what? Whatever it is, you gotta visualize You need to focus for real, and stop livin' them lies The time you givin' them guys You could be workin' upon the goal you hold Yo, you must realize Yo, you need to be wise Yo, you need to be alive, there could be no revenge or deceit in your eyes Rise! [Chorus] [KRS] Gimme what I need Do it with speed Change the situation around, plant new seeds! I roll with a righteous team of adults Forget the insults We plan to get results You can call us a cult, you can call us a gang But when it comes to Hiphop, no, you cats can't hang When the Gatts go bang And the telephone rang Telling you to come to identify the remains That's when you feel the pain And my name comes as comfort, ease and all stress and strain You need to know the game You need to know the meaning of your own name Reprogram your own brain Ask questions with no shame How you think you gonna master your craft if you don't train? Perfecting your skill, that's the aim Perfect your skill, and you'll always have money and fame C'mon! [Chorus] What I, uhh, what I need (House on the hill) That's what I need (Cash credit on my bill) That's what I need (All my dreams fulfilled) That's what I need (New whip that I can wheel) What I need (With the chromed out grill) Uh huh, that's what I need (And the girl that can chill) That's what I need (And my spirit all healed) That's what I need (That's what I need) That's what I need (That's what I need) That's what I need (That's what I need) That's what I need (That's what I need) That's what I need That's what I need (That's what I need) |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
Where the real at?
Where the real at? Yeah Yo, where I come from gats bust for nothin' Thugs, ministers, cops, teachers, all be hustlin' Your family's the only one ya trustin' Clubs be jumpin', redesigned cars be bumpin' Now there's ranks supreme KRS is a free man In hip hop culture I'm like Allen Greenspan I tell the culture what's hot and what's not Now look who's on top and look whose shit just dropped We ain't about sellin' records We ain't music merchants We emcees, we go straight to the club and hurt shit New York, New Jers', Boston, come on California, D.C., Baltimore, come on Texas, Atlanta, New Orleans, come on Philly to Chicago, Carolinas, come on Memphis to Nashville, Colorado, come on Detroit to Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, come on Seattle to Miami, Arizona, come on San Fran', Oakland, hip hop, come on Down to the spot this is real hip hop Join this movement them other cats steal a lot You can feel the knowledge of self or feel this glock I'm authentic, KRS I'm really hot Yo, what up Fat Joe that's my nigga for life Remember when Pun fell off the stage, right on my wife In the Bronx, we all laugh about it today What up Freddie Fox, 2 Glocks, Pik and Spay Dr.Dre, all day, both of them Dr.Dre with Ed Lover and the one with Eminem This a movement, all over the world we reach I can prove it, all over the world I teach You hear that Dr.King, ?I have a dream?, speech a lot But no where is it manifested but in hip hop While them other cats be lookin' for a radio song I'm in Washington Heights, puttin' them Dominicans on You can feel it, I'm strong, I last longer lets do it You want the real hip-hop well, join this movement We ain't about sellin' records, we ain't music merchants We emcees we go to the club and straight hurt shit Utah, Minnesota, Mexico, come on V.A., Arkansas, Portland, come on Indiana, Oklahoma, Kansas, come on East St.Louis, Milwaukee man, come on Montreal, Toronto, Canada, come on East Coast, West Coast, Dirty South, come on Mid-West, Bible Belt, up-top, come on Hip hop, come on Hip hop, come on |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS-One]
Uh-huh! Y'all forgot about this shit right? Haha Haha, TURN THE RADIO OFF!! Word! Yeah, whattup Choco? Haha Yo turn it around for me one time Uhh, uhh, yo [Verse One] I don't despise thugs, I +ADVISE+ thugs I teach y'all thugs, cause that's what I was Yeah I say was cause today I'm above All the guns, illegal funds, the crews and the drugs ANY HOOD I walk in, they show me love They say 'Knowledge Reigns Supreme, WHATTUP CUZ?' Cops wanna get sit down and get all bud They wanna think as they drink drink down to the suds I respect it, but I don't get down with the fuzz I don't drink with DT's I don't hang with the judge But truth be truth and I got the proof Most ministers were straight thugged out in they youth See if you're over 25 and you never got live when it was time to ride, you ain't got no heart But if you're over 26 and you're still in the mix and your life you ain't fixed, you ain't doin your part You see them cats on TV, playin the role? Gassin y'all, them cats be over thirty years old! Actin all dirty and cold NONE OF MY CLASSIC ALBUMS they was worthy to hold I'm concerned with the soul, overstand? When we was slappin up rappers they was doin the running man You don't know my style, we be straight gunnin man If you don't know you better ask your older brother man Shit gets realer than, Real TV From eighty-six, ain't no rapper realer than me Or Just-Ice, I.C.U. or Steady B What y'all waitin to see? Somethin faker than me? Don't let me have to pull out the Jamaican in me I'd rather pull out the asalaam alaikum in me Wa-alaikum salaam, yo you wan' tess de Don? BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW-BLOAW-BLAOW, bwoy gone! [Chorus] They don't really wanna learn - well start gunnin 'em down! Yo they really ain't concerned - well start gunnin 'em down! They don't wanna get the book - well start gunnin 'em down! They don't want a conscious hook - well start gunnin 'em down! They don't wanna pay dues - well start gunnin 'em down! They be actin brand new - well start gunnin 'em down! They don't wanna get the light - well start gunnin 'em down! Yo, pass me the mic - we'll start gunnin 'em down! [Verse Two] Watch dis! Your crew is my crew and my crew is my crew Your crew you lied to, my crew will find you The light I recite will blind and outshine you Street cats be wonderin why they even signed you Where they find you? WHO is the first cat to rap "wa-da-da-ding" and show you what the nine do? You ain't never seen me behave with them firearms Maybe not, cause you just a slave to Viacom Me, I'm a free MC hip-hopper I teach real gangsters, hang with real Godsters I am to hip-hop what Selassie is to rastas Watch your mouth before someone I don't know pops ya Lemme stop, don't-a-stop the street rhetorhic, ha Your soul you sellin it ha, come wit some better shit, ha In five years your whole catalogue's irrelevant ha You spit the ignorance while I spit intelligence You got it backwards like sayin hop-hip That's why when you battled your whole crew got ripped! {*needle drags across record*} You wanna battle? [Chorus] |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Verse One: KRS-One]
Yo turn me up just a bit, so I can hear it and spit Reverse spit, and get tips, rehearse a hit and take tricks Research the art just a bit, don't let me start I won't quit But if I start I'ma flip, just like I'm startin the whip Puttin the key into it, mentally seein it G.O.D. believin in it, I get a fee when I spit C-L-U-B's I just rip, I'm lyrically well equipped Over the beats and the mix, I keep the streets in a fit When it comes to lyrical spit, I'm the t'cha of it Higher consciousness, truth, I'll be reachin for it Metaphysics, here's an example cause I'm speakin of it Put your hands in the air, but you must be aware That even if your hands are down, ain't they still in the air? I be takin you all the way down the road, takin you there I'm livin and givin just a smidgen of what I share The style that I'm kickin, lyric lickings from over there We rockin forever, we get better with every year With letters and intercessors I sever every fear Lookin here, like UPS KRS takes it there Let's make it clear, thought waves go through the air You can act like you busy or you dizzy or you don't care But listen here, everybody got a fear An insecurity, some type of thing they gotta clear So that's when I, reappear, from the rear Philsopher, follow the bright light to right here I might wear, light gear Appear when you least expect it, tellin you now how to fight fear With faith, you hear the bass, well clear the waste You gotta get the negative cats out your face Get that irrelevant crap out your space Conceive it believe it decree it achieve it with HASTE! [Chorus] Nuttin in the world is impossible Listen to the shit that I drop on you KRS-One, philosophical Believe and achieve what you got to do [Verse Two: KRS-One] We rawwwwwwwwwk, we don't stop Hip-Hooooooooop, we don't stop Tick-tooooooock, we don't stop We at the top we never drop cause true hip-hop is so hot Some people thuggin, some be pimpin, I be teachin a lot I be teachin about the meaning of a deeper hip-hop That don't make me any better than a thief or a cop All I know is when I flow, the people be shocked You don't really want the teacher to come step on your block With my whole glock takin everything that you've got I'm a different type of deeper intellectual rock For when you really wanna compete and get up off your block You are not just doin hip-hop, you +ARE+ hip-hop Like if you have a badge and a gun, you ARE the cop Like if you practice medicine, you ARE the doc You just forgot rappers rap about cars a lot And the magazines worry about stars a lot But I'm the sun and they avoid me BECAUSE I'm hot The orthodox hip-hop is sure to rock With or without a video, I'm leavin 'em all in shock, OHH! [Chorus] - repeat 4X |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
Well my ladies and gentlemen
This is a rapsession and my name is "KRS-One!" And when I talk about "Hip-Hop Music!", I know [Kris] One: Breaking or breakdancing Rally b-boying, freestyle or streetdancin' Two: MC'ing or rap Divine speech what I'm doing right now no act Three: Grafitti art or burning bombin' Taggin', writin', now you're learning! uh! Four : DJ'ing, we ain't playing! {*scratch* You know what I'm saying! Five : Beatboxing Give me a {*beatboxin* Yes and we rockin'! Six: Street fashion, lookin' fly Catchin' the eye while them cats walk on by Seven: Street language, our verbal communication Our codes throughout the nation Eight: Street knowledge, common sense The wisdom of the elders from way back whence Nine : Street entrepreneur realism No job, just get up call 'em and get 'em Here's how I'm tellin' it, all 9 Elements We stand in love, no we're never failing it Intelligent? No doubt Hip-Hop? We're not selling it out, we're just lettin' it out If you're checkin' us out this hour, we teatchin' hip-hop Holy integrated people have it, I'm the present power! [Chorus] Rap is something you do! 3x Hip-Hop is something you live! *scratched* Rap is something you do! Hip-Hop is something you live! *scratched* [Kris] Skaters, BMX-bike riders rock Don't you ever stop! You are hip-hop You doing the same things we did on our block in the suburbs You know you be packing that black block Selling that crackrock and ecstacy Gettin' pissydrunk, fallin' out next to me But like I told those in the ghettoes Here's the facts! True hip-hop is so much more than that Hip-hop is all about victory over the streets Some much more than rap, so much more than beats What you see on TV is a lie That's not something you wanna live or pattern your life by But, huh that's too much preachin' ain't it? You don't want the ?education?, you wanna be dead on the pavement Well, so be it, some of ya'll ain't gonna see it Others wanna enslave your mind! Kris wanna free it! [Chorus] Rap is something you do! 5x Hip-Hop is something you live! *scratched* "Oh yea" *scratched* --- From "P is dead" "I have spent my whole life livin'", "talk to the fullest", "no doubt" [Kris] You know that's why these rappers can't hang Cause the essence of hip-hop is not a material thang They so careless, hip-hop is in a {? we give Rap we do, hip-hop we live How many times I gotta say it? How the radio ain't gonna play it And you hip-hoppers sit back and okay it Think about it! (think about it) The present course of action, we have got to reroute it! [Chorus: repeat 3X] Hip-Hop is something you live! |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus]
I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me [Verse One] The Kristyles is officially on blast Don't worry about what he say, cuz he wont last If you want to learn the way take a seat in this class I write albums like singles and release them so fast I get around the whole country on foot like Flash I don't fly across country I be there with the mass Drivin, drivin, pulling up to your hood spot You sayin to your son, "now this how radio should rock." I pray for these radio cats cuz they don't know how fast I be movin when they be movin slow This ain't no fast food rap dude, get it and go This that home cooked type meal, lyrical flow Spiritual grow, ya know cuz ya was there, fo sho Like Joey Greck I'm not the average Joe (Yo, welcome cats to the BDP show with KRS, Kenny Barker, G Simone, and Chalk-o) [Chorus] I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me [Verse Two] I spit when I speak, when I speak I spit When I spit what I spat it splits ya clique Spit, spat, speak, spoke, either way I spat that your rap's not dope any way When you spoke I spit that splattered your scope I split that and spit that unanimous quote No hope when I battle I'm staggering folk They slip-sliding away there rappers ain't dope Get my coat, I make sure you can see shells For sure you gon' see them cuz all you see is sales Forget it you ain't wit it, admit it Every thing you did I already did it [Chorus] I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me [Verse Three] Too many emcees not enough time nine out of ten niggaz say they wanna rhyme Four out of nine talk about drugs and crime Three out of four say they wit it but they not Two out of five spit fire plus the underground One out of three spit righteous but they never shine One out of two claim they ballin all the time And only one make it to prime Do that math, only one Biggie, one Pac, one Jay-Z one Nas, one Fifty, one X, one Slim Shady One KRS-One, one L, one K, one Busta, one Pun, one Love, only one me Take that TNT, that spit is my property You copy me, fuck you, pay me (nigga) [Chorus] I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
In case you aint know, check it
Let me tell you right not and the whole world You are the only one I saw them guys you were with I don't flash platinum watches and drop-top whips But you can rest assure you're my perfect fit Every dollar that we get, we be earning it Yo, you never have to worry about me taking a trip Or leaving you at home so I can quickly forget Yo, with me it's the opposite, you swerve the jeep You the queen of your house, you earn your keep And I respect that, in high school we both got left back We both were divorced and had setbacks But you should never let that depress you God has blessed you Yo, here's what KRS do Support your goals, keep you warm when it's cold It aint about now it's about when we get old {Chorus 2x} Let me tell you right now and the whole world You are the only one In my heart you are that number one girl You are the one (one, one, one) Even when your hair aint done with no curl You are the only one (one, one, one) Crazy why love making we already did Shit, that's why we got four kids Romantic, our parenthood we planned it On the queue two to England, cross the Atlantic Respect, you don't have to demend It's like you got the perfect husband and your friends cant stand it Especially when I watch the kids And when you come home I aint trying to find out what you did It flips theirs leave, 'cause they looking for the player A little boy trying to pay theirs cell phones and pagers But with me you living with the savior We be up in the temple of hip-hop, or chilling with the mayor I thank the creator We don't need what they handing out This is what your man is about It's like peace and much love Trust and respect Your friends may have diamonds but they aint get that yet They may have the burghettes and cars and private jets But all they're really good for is sex {Chorus} We be hanging out late night at denys Having conversations about every and any Many people want what we got A relationship that just keeps getting hot like hip-hop You know I'm not the regular guy You know I can't be compared You know when the drama comes I aint scared My name rings bells in the street You can say my name in any hood your protection is complete Thugs be right on their feet Saying �What, your man is Kris?� You don't worry miss {Chorus} But most of the time you're with me and the kids Mind at ease, chilling out at Chucky Cheese's These are my kids, I know what their need is I know what the doctor bill in school to which in fee is My daughter, I know who she is And all my sons know exactly what being free is {Chorus} No, you might not get the drop-top three But all your kids want to be like me Their father, and even when times is getting harder There's only one name you could trust, Kris Parker {Chorus} uhh send this out to you you and yours....word it's that time yo.....that's word {Chorus} ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JONES, KIMBERLY / COMBS, SEAN / SCANDRICK, MARVIN / KEITH, MICHAEL / PARKER, QUINNES / JONES, DARON / MAXWELL, LAMONT / THOMAS, CARL Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus]
Ya feel dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Could it be dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Can you believe dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) You can feel dat (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) [Verse One] Show me an MC that think he's too hot Bring him to KRS-One, I'll show him he's NOT Blowin the whole spot up when I spit up Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up My wrists ain't lit up! I don't even live that life Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife - you see Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine You got it, FINE - but what about that rhyme? Can you rhyme? Can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? LET'S GO! [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Two] I write my own books like I write my own hooks Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook They don't look here cause KRS is BOOM! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms Yo, get away from me You got a million dollar video but I'M the one they wanna see The capital E-M-C-E-E A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie I'm out, confident, no doubt I get what I gotta get when I spit I don't shout This New Yorker, Kris Parker's a quick talker You can get what I spit or get the klik-klocker Overseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopper Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper Street doctor, I'm +Brown+ and +Foxy+ like the +Ill Nana+ Whoever you think is hot, I'm hotter [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Three] RADIO! These suckers never play me or Chuck - but do you think we really give a... Southside, Westside, Eastside, North I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off I come from that place where you cats can't face Where cops can't chase or invade my space We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they know they place with Kris or Christ, they'll lose their life You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clears you'll be like, God damn - who was that? Loosen that noose around your neck and back Embarassin blacks, ain't no respect in that! [Chorus] w/ variations [KRS-One] Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, we out! |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus]
Ya feel dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Could it be dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Can you believe dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) You can feel dat (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) [Verse One] Show me an MC that think he's too hot Bring him to KRS-One, I'll show him he's NOT Blowin the whole spot up when I spit up Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up My wrists ain't lit up! I don't even live that life Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife - you see Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine You got it, FINE - but what about that rhyme? Can you rhyme? Can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? LET'S GO! [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Two] I write my own books like I write my own hooks Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook They don't look here cause KRS is BOOM! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms Yo, get away from me You got a million dollar video but I'M the one they wanna see The capital E-M-C-E-E A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie I'm out, confident, no doubt I get what I gotta get when I spit I don't shout This New Yorker, Kris Parker's a quick talker You can get what I spit or get the klik-klocker Overseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopper Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper Street doctor, I'm +Brown+ and +Foxy+ like the +Ill Nana+ Whoever you think is hot, I'm hotter [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Three] RADIO! These suckers never play me or Chuck - but do you think we really give a... Southside, Westside, Eastside, North I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off I come from that place where you cats can't face Where cops can't chase or invade my space We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they know they place with Kris or Christ, they'll lose their life You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clears you'll be like, God damn - who was that? Loosen that noose around your neck and back Embarassin blacks, ain't no respect in that! [Chorus] w/ variations [KRS-One] Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, we out! |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS]
Yo, my man, how bad do you want it? You know how many cats I threw the pitch, and they never caught it? I told them to bring they lyric, but they never brought it Scared to get ripped off, cheated, deleted, rejected and shorted? Yo, how bad do you want it? FearoI ain't got no time for it If you want it, yo there's the trackoput your rhyme on it! [Peedo] This hunger inside of me's unexplainable, Kris The struggle we put in this box will be put into disc Birth and ever, these family problems is hurtin' Both of my sisters is pregnant, fuckin' feel like murkin' All I have is my word and my balls And my fam and my music speaks for them all It's the Dominican animal ready to damage, you puttin' Pressure to rappers that think they can challenge you, Kris (uh huh) We been through it all, the grimiest days, this earth ain't Ready for my brain, comin' to face (word) Everyone plus everyone Do you hear me, KRS-One? [KRS] Well listen You grimy and hungry? But how long you gonn' trust me? You really down for this cause or just chasin' the money? I be up in them spots to be hot, so dusty and ugly Nothin' be funny, it's all dark, nothin' sunny Can you walk with me? Talk with me? Pop the cork with me? When we in other cities, will you rep New York with me? (yeah!) I need respect and honor Discipline and no drama How bad you want it, poppa? (with all my?) [Peedo] Loyalty is the key to it all (remember) Get used to my face, we the winners of all By mi gente, yo I go low to say-ah Real like them Washington Heights Niggaz there (say yeah!) [KRS] After you rap, will you stab my back? (never) You gimme a track, will you take that back? (never) I give the word, yo you bustin' your Gatt? (whatever) Respect from your crew? They livin' like that? (they better) This is no game! Why should I make you popular? You know I'm the philosopha How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it? If you see it, you can believe it, perceive it, retrieve it and flaunt it How bad do you want, doggone it, there's the track, if you want it You got to put your rhyme on it! [Peedo] How bad do I want it? I'm ready to die like Big A serious man with blood in my eyes for this Success doesn't come overnight It's gonna be dark a while until I see light (that's right!) What is it? [KRS] This is no game, why should I do it? KRS-One, me and Peedo runnin' through it I saw you down the street in FedEx You said you had the beats was comin', like "I Got Next" So we went upstairs, my man Choco hooked it up This is KRS-Oneoturn my voice up! Whao (wha-,wha-) How bad do you want it? How bad do you see it? How bad do you hear it? How bad do you BELIEVE you can be it? If you doubt, then you're out If you believe, you can achieve I got the city on lock, but I'm gonna hand you the Keys like Alicia You know my style, you know I'm the teacha Philosopha, minister, emcee, Hiphop's spiritual leader With the heater You comin' with me? You runnin' with me? In the spirit Scott LaRock, JMJ and Pun is with me Yo, cats be steppin' to me ALL the time With the rawest rhyme But two weeks later, they fall to crime If you listenin' to this song, and you want to be put on You must be loyal to the cats that made you strong It could be your friend, your father, you sister, your mother, your brother or some other Just remember the days when YOU was under! Before the Hummer, before the Benz Before the hundreds, before the fifties, the twenties and tens When you was thirsty, remember the living water, and who poured it Now ask yourself, how bad do you want it? |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS]
Yo, my man, how bad do you want it? You know how many cats I threw the pitch, and they never caught it? I told them to bring they lyric, but they never brought it Scared to get ripped off, cheated, deleted, rejected and shorted? Yo, how bad do you want it? FearoI ain't got no time for it If you want it, yo there's the trackoput your rhyme on it! [Peedo] This hunger inside of me's unexplainable, Kris The struggle we put in this box will be put into disc Birth and ever, these family problems is hurtin' Both of my sisters is pregnant, fuckin' feel like murkin' All I have is my word and my balls And my fam and my music speaks for them all It's the Dominican animal ready to damage, you puttin' Pressure to rappers that think they can challenge you, Kris (uh huh) We been through it all, the grimiest days, this earth ain't Ready for my brain, comin' to face (word) Everyone plus everyone Do you hear me, KRS-One? [KRS] Well listen You grimy and hungry? But how long you gonn' trust me? You really down for this cause or just chasin' the money? I be up in them spots to be hot, so dusty and ugly Nothin' be funny, it's all dark, nothin' sunny Can you walk with me? Talk with me? Pop the cork with me? When we in other cities, will you rep New York with me? (yeah!) I need respect and honor Discipline and no drama How bad you want it, poppa? (with all my?) [Peedo] Loyalty is the key to it all (remember) Get used to my face, we the winners of all By mi gente, yo I go low to say-ah Real like them Washington Heights Niggaz there (say yeah!) [KRS] After you rap, will you stab my back? (never) You gimme a track, will you take that back? (never) I give the word, yo you bustin' your Gatt? (whatever) Respect from your crew? They livin' like that? (they better) This is no game! Why should I make you popular? You know I'm the philosopha How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it? If you see it, you can believe it, perceive it, retrieve it and flaunt it How bad do you want, doggone it, there's the track, if you want it You got to put your rhyme on it! [Peedo] How bad do I want it? I'm ready to die like Big A serious man with blood in my eyes for this Success doesn't come overnight It's gonna be dark a while until I see light (that's right!) What is it? [KRS] This is no game, why should I do it? KRS-One, me and Peedo runnin' through it I saw you down the street in FedEx You said you had the beats was comin', like "I Got Next" So we went upstairs, my man Choco hooked it up This is KRS-Oneoturn my voice up! Whao (wha-,wha-) How bad do you want it? How bad do you see it? How bad do you hear it? How bad do you BELIEVE you can be it? If you doubt, then you're out If you believe, you can achieve I got the city on lock, but I'm gonna hand you the Keys like Alicia You know my style, you know I'm the teacha Philosopha, minister, emcee, Hiphop's spiritual leader With the heater You comin' with me? You runnin' with me? In the spirit Scott LaRock, JMJ and Pun is with me Yo, cats be steppin' to me ALL the time With the rawest rhyme But two weeks later, they fall to crime If you listenin' to this song, and you want to be put on You must be loyal to the cats that made you strong It could be your friend, your father, you sister, your mother, your brother or some other Just remember the days when YOU was under! Before the Hummer, before the Benz Before the hundreds, before the fifties, the twenties and tens When you was thirsty, remember the living water, and who poured it Now ask yourself, how bad do you want it? |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
What does it mean to be underground?
It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground It's time that I open with a thunder sound Now look around your own town for the underground Yo, you rhymin for the TV or a million Cd's? You ain't a MC, you ain't underground You could be platinum or gold, hot or cold But it's the respect you hold that's underground When the critics don't get, that for the streets you spit it When your lyric they fear, that's underground Yeah what does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, white kids, black kids, skinny kids, fat kids Them Asian cats be underground Chicanos, Palestinians, Milanos, fuck the lone ranger Where's Tanto? That's underground Freddie Fox, Blackalicious, Kweli M.O.P., Gangstarr that's underground Mad lion, Smif-N-Wessun, Buckshot Armageddon T.S. that's underground What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, the t'cha returns, I told y'all I went to Cali to learn And that shit was underground If the cops be eyein' you 'cause survive is what you try to do Yo I'm wit you, you underground If it's justice you want and you protest the ice they flaunt You want skills that's underground Yo it's not about a rugger, rapper, or an actor It's about your subject matter that's underground, look What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground, alright Chevonne Dean from Ruff Ryders, all the outsiderz Young Zee, that's underground When all your money's spent and you're still hangin' on To 50 Cent, get it, you underground When you rep the collective consciousness of hip-hop Not hip-pop, you underground Yo it ain't about jewels, bitches and cars It's about Nas, that's underground, yo What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground To be underground simply means that you're down For the struggle, get 'em up, that's underground You could be a classy lady or a whore But if you protest the war, for sure, you underground If the government can't see you or deceive you You love your people, believe you underground If you refuse to play the game, you go against the grain You ridin' the train, you underground, get it What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, yo, that blast from the past, like Grandmaster Caz Bam and Flash, that's underground Doug E. Fresh, Lord Finesse, KRS If you listenin' to this you underground Turn it up now KRS about to show you how They go wow, blaow for the underground Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, KRS, BDP Kenny P, that's underground, do it What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Alright turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up if you underground, listen Sure shall |
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from 부비부비 클럽힙합 2집: Nonstop Remix [remix] (2007)
Be strong, be strong
[Intro: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must tell these devils, word, {*HA! HA!*} You got to tell a devil {*HUH*}, then tell a devil {*HA!*} Got.. word.. what, {*HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, huh huh {*HA!*} Be strong! {*HA! HA!*} Word Stand on the rock (.. stand up on the rock ..) [Verse One: KRS-One] When the devil got your soul, and you ain't got control You know you Born Again, but you feel like you old You put your mind on Christ, or put your mind on Kris For everlasting life, you must listen to this Now you could get with this, or you can get with that I think you'll go with this, yo Christians where you at? Oh yes it's KRS, with Church of the Harvest With Clarence {?}, hip-hop's winning evangelist And then there's Hezekiah, his fire brings the fire He's takin it higher, tell 'em {THE DEVIL IS A LIAR} I know, you thinkin bout that Y2K And I see, this fear that makes you lose your way But we got, somethin that is bigger than Benz And we stand, upon the rock that cannot break Through millineiums, don't you think we been here before? Through millineiums, God has always opened the door Word! [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, word up {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Word {*HUH*} {*HA!*} {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} [Interlude] (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Be strong! Word (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Endure! Endure! [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo, if all you got is money and the little things you wear You worry bout your car note, you worry bout your hair Then you ain't got no faith, and you must live in fear Now listen to me people, and listen to me clear So like I was just sayin, I think it's time for prayin Don't put your trust in Satan, it's Christ you put your faith in You minimize your hatin, and stop your hesitatin It's faith that keeps you movin, so do not be mistaken [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You got to tell the devil {*HUH*} UHH tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, tell that devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} wo-word You must tell the devil {*HUH*} uhh {*HA!*} uh-huh, yo {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Yo [Verse Three: KRS-One] Now you listen to these lyrics, they speak into your spirit You shiver when you hear it, but some just cannot bear it But when you get up near it, there's no need that you fear it It's KRS O-N-E you know me hip-hop be spirit So you tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA Tell that devil HUH, tell that devil HA You must tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA! Get out of my life, change your life, word [Outro] (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. STAND UP ON THE ROCK! ..) |
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from 부비부비 클럽힙합 2집: Nonstop Remix [remix] (2007)
Be strong, be strong
[Intro: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must tell these devils, word, {*HA! HA!*} You got to tell a devil {*HUH*}, then tell a devil {*HA!*} Got.. word.. what, {*HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, huh huh {*HA!*} Be strong! {*HA! HA!*} Word Stand on the rock (.. stand up on the rock ..) [Verse One: KRS-One] When the devil got your soul, and you ain't got control You know you Born Again, but you feel like you old You put your mind on Christ, or put your mind on Kris For everlasting life, you must listen to this Now you could get with this, or you can get with that I think you'll go with this, yo Christians where you at? Oh yes it's KRS, with Church of the Harvest With Clarence {?}, hip-hop's winning evangelist And then there's Hezekiah, his fire brings the fire He's takin it higher, tell 'em {THE DEVIL IS A LIAR} I know, you thinkin bout that Y2K And I see, this fear that makes you lose your way But we got, somethin that is bigger than Benz And we stand, upon the rock that cannot break Through millineiums, don't you think we been here before? Through millineiums, God has always opened the door Word! [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, word up {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Word {*HUH*} {*HA!*} {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} [Interlude] (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Be strong! Word (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Endure! Endure! [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo, if all you got is money and the little things you wear You worry bout your car note, you worry bout your hair Then you ain't got no faith, and you must live in fear Now listen to me people, and listen to me clear So like I was just sayin, I think it's time for prayin Don't put your trust in Satan, it's Christ you put your faith in You minimize your hatin, and stop your hesitatin It's faith that keeps you movin, so do not be mistaken [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You got to tell the devil {*HUH*} UHH tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, tell that devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} wo-word You must tell the devil {*HUH*} uhh {*HA!*} uh-huh, yo {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Yo [Verse Three: KRS-One] Now you listen to these lyrics, they speak into your spirit You shiver when you hear it, but some just cannot bear it But when you get up near it, there's no need that you fear it It's KRS O-N-E you know me hip-hop be spirit So you tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA Tell that devil HUH, tell that devil HA You must tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA! Get out of my life, change your life, word [Outro] (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. STAND UP ON THE ROCK! ..) |
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from Blade (블레이드) by Mark Isham [ost] (1998)
Only a few... will understand
and appreciate what's about to happen Das EFX come in!!! Verse One: Das EFX [Drayz] Well it's the super duper rhymer rhymer I'm about to set it Niggaz best forget it let it be or you'll regret it D So what it B... the D to the fuckin P (Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see) I be's the ultimate drop the ultra shit fuck the other shit Biggety buttah shit is how we comin kid we runnin shit Now who you fuckin with is Diggey Das EFX'n We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'all [Books] Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a nigga out the socket Keep in mind to keep the dread, now they like my pocket, watch it It's the rhyme fiend about a second from the crime scene The boogie banger twisted off the lime green Fuck a dime we, strictly fifty, the BDP and Hit Squad committee King of my city, ask my cousin Smitty, yo Got to get the dough, got to blow the spot Diggity Das KRS East coast on lock Verse Two: Das-EFX, KRS [Drayz] To corny niggaz y'all get ate, my shit'll make you faint So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the fuckin paint You think it ain't before a year and stopped recordin Now look we comin back and runnin shit like fuckin Michael Jordan Accordin, to my niggaz in the sewer Yo you a, corny nigga so we gots ta do ya [Books] This for my niggaz on the block, handlin rock like Kenny Anderson I'm brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep MC's vanishing Scattering, fuck it, styles don't be mattering My pattern's amazing son Blazing like a Saddle and Battling's a no-no, got more Fame than Coco I'm paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logo So take your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggaz Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East nigga [Drayz] Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Crazy Drayz's payday I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin Pele But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses For classes, yo KRS come get up in they asses [KRS] What... I say, follow me follow me with my syllable syllable lyrical criminal MC threats are minimal to my phsyical they just whittle and whittle away, with little and little to say As they piddle and paddle away, they say OK But I chop that ass up anyway What's your handle I got mad MC heads upon a mantle I got genuine MC skin sandals I light the mic up like a candle, watch it melt Cause when I felt lyrics you both are screamin for help when you hear it, you can't bear it, you can't even wear it You oughts to just cheer it, go get it spirit!! As I fa-la-la-la-la, I'm comin with that rara Rockin mics when you was googoo gaga to your momma You wanted to battle KRS when you was young you told your poppa He slapped you in your head and said UHH-UHH But you didn't heed the warning Now I'm in the place, now I'm your face Lookin at your crew but they all broke out because they nothin but lace KRS is like mace, in your motherfuckin face Yo DJ Dice, tear down the place!! |
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from Assault On Precinct 13 (어썰트 13) by Graeme Revell [ost] (2003)
[Verse 1]
Yeah... KRS-One bout to wreck the joint I was seen openin up at the edge of Detroit where the cops go beyond the laws where enemies work together by putting they shit on pause So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13? You are bout to see just what the dirt bring It's working, that force, I have been searching Like Lawrence Fishburne when it's time to hurt things Ethan Hawke, man he face all that I hold the mic like Ja held the baseball bat I stay ahead, like a baseball cap The ways of the world, Kris don't chase all that [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 2] Well as I walk through the street, my spirit will speak to those I meet and great from week to week I am not my handsome beat. I command the speak As the observer inside the physique Many rappers try to compete, of course But they got smashed and trashed in the streets and tossed Sometimes I think we all just lost We just flashin and flossin the disasterous cause We don't even know the one-ness of the only force Instead of a golden calf, we got a platinum horse But what did Moses do with the golden calf? Threw the log at it and it ended in a blast Master, get on them quick, get on them faster In the background you frontin, cuz there's nothing but laughter I tag church like the shirt king Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13 [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 3] Wow, what an ending. What a conclusion They thought they was winning, but they really was losin He though he was sinnin, but he really was provin that leadership keeps it moving, steady cruising Guns up, funds up, from sun up to sun up to sun up Buck buck buck! Yo, duck duck We run up, two down, one up Dope MCs see me and get butterflies in they stomach Others can't speak, they just shut up KRS on the come up, liftin Big Pun up. Let me sum up Dope MCs, wack MCs, thin MCs, fat MCs, commercial MCs, they can't all get done up Raise the drum up, breath for breath, I'll rip your lung up On my trophy wall, I'm nailing your tongue up KRS-One, you know what it means Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13 [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 4] We gotta start trusting each other right now if we gonna make it through this night From Criminal Minded to Spiritual Minded, and even beyond and behind it, never be afraid to fight or be the lazy type. Me, I'm the crazy type I get them clubs so crazy hype I throw them glasses on that them ladies like And years later, rock what they babies like I blaze the light, there me be 8,000,000 ways to die but there's 16,000,000 ways to fight So wherever you are... in the crib or your car, in your tank too KRS-One would like to thank you, right That's why KRS on the mic Wishin you peace for the rest of the night Cuz at the end of the film, you'll see what it mean Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13! Fresh (fresh)... For 2005... You suucckkkkaaaa! |
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from Assault On Precinct 13 (어썰트 13) by Graeme Revell [ost] (2003)
[Verse 1]
Yeah... KRS-One bout to wreck the joint I was seen openin up at the edge of Detroit where the cops go beyond the laws where enemies work together by putting they shit on pause So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13? You are bout to see just what the dirt bring It's working, that force, I have been searching Like Lawrence Fishburne when it's time to hurt things Ethan Hawke, man he face all that I hold the mic like Ja held the baseball bat I stay ahead, like a baseball cap The ways of the world, Kris don't chase all that [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 2] Well as I walk through the street, my spirit will speak to those I meet and great from week to week I am not my handsome beat. I command the speak As the observer inside the physique Many rappers try to compete, of course But they got smashed and trashed in the streets and tossed Sometimes I think we all just lost We just flashin and flossin the disasterous cause We don't even know the one-ness of the only force Instead of a golden calf, we got a platinum horse But what did Moses do with the golden calf? Threw the log at it and it ended in a blast Master, get on them quick, get on them faster In the background you frontin, cuz there's nothing but laughter I tag church like the shirt king Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13 [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 3] Wow, what an ending. What a conclusion They thought they was winning, but they really was losin He though he was sinnin, but he really was provin that leadership keeps it moving, steady cruising Guns up, funds up, from sun up to sun up to sun up Buck buck buck! Yo, duck duck We run up, two down, one up Dope MCs see me and get butterflies in they stomach Others can't speak, they just shut up KRS on the come up, liftin Big Pun up. Let me sum up Dope MCs, wack MCs, thin MCs, fat MCs, commercial MCs, they can't all get done up Raise the drum up, breath for breath, I'll rip your lung up On my trophy wall, I'm nailing your tongue up KRS-One, you know what it means Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13 [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 4] We gotta start trusting each other right now if we gonna make it through this night From Criminal Minded to Spiritual Minded, and even beyond and behind it, never be afraid to fight or be the lazy type. Me, I'm the crazy type I get them clubs so crazy hype I throw them glasses on that them ladies like And years later, rock what they babies like I blaze the light, there me be 8,000,000 ways to die but there's 16,000,000 ways to fight So wherever you are... in the crib or your car, in your tank too KRS-One would like to thank you, right That's why KRS on the mic Wishin you peace for the rest of the night Cuz at the end of the film, you'll see what it mean Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13! Fresh (fresh)... For 2005... You suucckkkkaaaa! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Voice: So, you're a philosopher?
KRS: Yes, I think very deeply. [repeated and scratched] [Verse One] Let's begin, what, where, why, or when will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational when I be asking you, 'Who is more dramatical?' This one or that one, the white one or the black one pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew right up to your face and dis you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol something far from a lover Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was 'Poetry' you know it's me This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't burn so please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect 'cause that's just what KR collects see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk you walk down the street and get jumped You got to have style, and learn to be original and everybody's gonna wanna diss you like me, we stood up for the South Bronx and every sucka mc had a response You think we care? I know that they are on the tip my posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly a lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't, cause like a champ I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I have juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back, but for now just seckle! [Verse Two] I'll play the nine and you play the target you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it or should I say, 'Start this,' I am an artist of new concepts at their hardest cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar It ain't about money cause we all make dollars That's why I walk with my head up when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games a lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown.. from the Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be thumpin' others say their bad, but they're buggin let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker some mc's be talkin' and talkin' tryin' to show how black people are walkin but I don't walk this way to portray or reinforce stereotypes of today like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon talk broken english and drug sellin' See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts The way some act in rap is kind of wack and it lacks creativity and intelligence but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the industry Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no goat or ham or chicken or turkey or hamburger 'cause to me that's suicide self-murder let us get back to what we call hip hop and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock... [Verse Three] How many mc's must get dissed before somebody says, 'Don't f*** with Kris!' this is just one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, this is one penny My brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny Parker My other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher It's not about a salary it's all about reality Teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood If you were to rule or govern a certain industry All inside this room right now would be in misery No one would get along nor sing a song 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?! So yo, what's up, it's me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records no more than four minutes and some seconds the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin' they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin' why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital to take KRS-One's title to them I'm like an idol, some type of entity in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me? or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped I don't play around nor do I f*** around and you can tell by the bodies that are left around when some clown jumps up to get beat down broken down to his very last compound see how it sounds? a little unrational a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL! Fresh for '88, you suckas... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what
I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'. Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was given) Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin This is the warning, known as the caution: Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress You can't match this style or attack this While I'm telling you, write on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle Total domination on stage Kris is the name, 22 is the age Those who wanna battle, I know who you are You got a little girl, you drive a little car You come into the place with that look on your face Before you ran the mile, you lost the race So assume you're doomed when you step in the room I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete I'll slide you to a funky beat So what do we have here? A sucka in fear I snatched your heart Put it way up on the chart At ten you're fucked At nine you suck At eight you're a sucker At seven-a mothafucka At six you're slapped At five you're just wacked At four you're lost At three, you're just soft At two you're an ass At one, you're a dick But before you slip, I'll whip Cuz homeboy, ya slippin' (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D, and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you, sayin?) I understand that music calms the savage beast But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece First a bass, a snare A little cut over there I add my name K-R-S And the shit becomes fresh I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought One again, the tactics of original arts We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal Run my rhyme on time and on schedule One after another, another to the next Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex Check your larynx It may get lower havin' sex Or may get higher When bustin' as a liar These are the things I teach so be tought To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought? If you come up with a number, notebook, or list It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap It's funny Just dissin' you I can make money But noone's tippin' My message is simple: Ya' slippin! (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin') E-N-O, S-R-K When you go through other albums, you're sure to say Goddam! They all seem to sound alike Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light Showing, glowing, on the top growing The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing Just like a river, or better yet a stream I'm proud to be down with the winning team So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet We'll pick you up, and dust you off Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off But you won't even change that to say instead I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head So just before you inherit that ass kicking I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin' (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin' man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.) |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Worldwide BDP are the freshest!
Worldwide! Worldwide! Worldwide! One two three, the crew is called BDP and if you want to go to the tip top stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen as my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what's going on someone's doing wrong, the story goes on Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated the drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books social studies when I speak upon political crooks It's just the presidents, and all the money they spent all the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle then they get upset when the press blows the whistle Of course the main profiles are kept low you temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled Not only newspapers, but every single station you only get to hear the president is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say 'go back' to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran but how many veterans are out there pedaling? There's no telling, 'cause they continue selling As quiet as it's kept, I won't go into depth You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya. Now I take a look, I say 'USA for Africa?!' Huh. What's the solution, to stop all this confusion? Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you're using Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation we fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation BDP posse! I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O This might sound a little strange to you well here's the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence Cause real bad boys move in silence When you're in a club, you come to chill out not watch someones blood just spill out That's what these other people want to see another race fight endlessly You know we're being watched, you know we're being seen Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop But I won't drop not I or Scott LaRock Now here is the message that we bring today: hip-hop will surely decay if we as a people don't stand up and say: 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O BDP and me we step into the party top celebrity Say when we're coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee Cause that's where we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plain Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train Some people look at me and see negativity some people look at me and see positivity But when I see myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid One two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
{*30 seconds in: DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*}
Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America [KRS-One] One afternoon around eleven o'clock It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time The cops passed by, but he stayed calm Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm But this time they walked by real slowly He thought to himself, 'They look like they know me' They drove away, but he didn't stay He jumped in the cab and he paid his tab But guess who he saw when he hit the block It was the same cop car, the same two cops They jumped out quick, they pulled a gun They said, 'Don't try to fight and don't try to run Cooperate and we will be your friend Non-cooperation will be your end' He jumped in the car, and while they rode they ran down the list of things he owed They said, 'You owe us some money, you owe us some product Cause you could be right in the river tied up' He thought for a second and he said, 'What is this? You want me to pay you to stay in business?' They said, 'That's right, or you go to prison cause nobody out there is really gonna listen to a hood,' so he said, 'Good! I'll pay you off for the whole neighborhood' Because Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} [KRS-One] A guy named Jack, is sellin crack The community, doesn't want him back He sells at work, he sells in schools He's not stupid, the cops are the fools Cause everyone else seems to go to jail But when it comes to Jack, the cops just fail They can't arrest him, they cannot stop him Cause even in jail the bail unlocks him So here is the deal, and here is the facts If you ever wonder why they can't stop crack The police department, is like a crew It does whatever they want to do In society you have illegal and legal We need both, to make things equal So legal is tobacco, illegal is speed Legal is aspirin, illegal is weed Crack is illegal, cause they cannot stop ya But cocaine is legal if it's owned by a doctor Everything you do in private is illegal Everything's legal if the government can see you Don't get me wrong, America is great place to live But listen to the knowledge I give Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} KRS-One come to start some hysteria {*DJ scratches 'What what what what, what what what what, What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, KRS-One come to start some hysteria {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, BDP takin over America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Ganja business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Cocaine, sensai Aspirin, coffee Morphine, sugar Tobacco, got to go {*DJ scratches 'What what what what, what can we get..'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what, what can we get..'*} Yeahhhhh, ganja business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what what what what what, what can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeahhhhh, cocaine business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what what what..'*} Illegal business controls America |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
[KRS-One]
_By All Means Necessary_ Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One Mixed, by DJ Doc And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} BDP is in full and total effect I'm gonna shout out a couple of names We're gonna do it like this DJ Doc.. Manager Moe.. Ms. Melodie.. I.C.U., McBoo {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} D-Nice.. Scott LaRock.. KRS-One, I think that's me And you know what? I'm down with BDP {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} So right about this time you should throw your hands up in the air How many people got Nike's on? If you got your Nike's on, put your feet up in the air If you don't got Nike's on I think you need to keep your feet down Cause the party is live {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} and we're in total stereo, yaknowhatI'msayin? So all the suckers out there that wanna test It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} And at this point, we gettin a little stupid I'd like to say, DJ Doc is in the back chillin out On the 48-track board without a doubt Break it down Doc, like this! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} I'd like to give a shout out to who? Big Daddy Kane Heavy D, and Eric B. Melody, D-Square {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} So just throw your hands in the air Just throw your hands in the air KRS-One is here without a care And I don't have NO fears homeboy So all the suckers out there that wanna test BDP It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Now, here's what we do on the 48-track board We look around for the best possible break And once we find it, we just BREAK.. .. or, we just BREAK {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} There's two ways to do this, you see what I'm sayin? If you feel the board, you feel around We got tracks one to track 48 We find track seven, and break it down! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Okay.. this album has been funded by the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah! You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Okay, we gon' play a little game, break it down Doc Like this, or like THIS {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} You know what? I used to be a graffiti artist I used to write KRS-One all over the place All up in Soundview, in Brooklyn Then when the cops come for you, ha ha hah You just get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} And another thing: me and my crew, we made hit records all over the place but we left B-Boy Records And you know what happened after that point? Ha hah, they just got {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Hahahahaha...
T'cha t'cha, that boy is a t'cha I want you all to understand I'm down with BDP I got so many styles, but I'm not an MC I am a teacher teaching rap, and of course I am back Because these other MC's are here also weak and wack So BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them All about the guy who first is down but then he lies what he is to you, he's a part time sucker Among thousands and thousands of very good MC's A poet will flow like the breeze Like the wind, air is all around us From what I hear, it's a good thing you found us And in a hurry, just in the nick of time Cause I do four things: rhyme, produce, teach, and bring to you new styles Well here's the first style, right out the pile It's called vocabulary. Difficult, isn't it? At least is looks that way when you witness it Kill (kill?) meaning to deprive of life Fiancee: future wife Poet (poet): a person who writes poems Wandering, meaning to roam Everyone sees me when I walk into the public Even the suckers, I just love it When they get disgusted every time I prove (Boogie Down Pro...) Boogie Down Productions will move Meaning to motivate, lest rhyme straight Hate is a very very big mistake It rhymes with frustrate and aggravate Let me just demonstrate why I won't abbreviate Television, a view of scenes transmitted Every single second you get it Pepsi (what?) the choice of a new generation Fired from work: termination Quality: something special about an object or person Can you rock a party without rehearsing? I can, anytime, on the spot rhyme Many recording artists can't do it, but I'm More than just a recording artist kicking dust (who?) I'm a sandstorm, taking human form K plus R S equals one I don't burn anymore, I just cook 'till you're done And when you're done, then I serve Like alphabet soup, (letters) letters, (words) words Sentences, chunks of meat into a paragraph Get the meaning then ask the question 'bout the guy Who first is down but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker Kewe-kewe-K, Arewa-arewa-R, Ewe-ewe-S, my rhymes are fresh Please step back, let me progress Meaning to advance, you only get a glance Of me at a time, sayin' some rhyme Or sayin' some rekkid, that should respect it, select it I'm never ever wack or reject it Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it I travel the nation by mostly plane I travel New York by either cab or the train Some say that I'm insane, they say Why would you want to ride the train (But I) but I don't care, as long as I get there I never used to pay my fare, but now I think I got to Because from a jail cell I can't rock you That's being incarcerated, meaning locked up (A tool) a tool for holding water is a cup or pail, The opposite for fresh is stale (The largest) the largest sea-mammal is a whale Beer is called ale, or sometimes it is called brew (A group a) a group of human beings is a crew You know what I'm gonna do? Explain Criminal Minded Cause much too many people still are blinded Let me rewind it, and elaborate on blinded, meaning can't see through me He he he he he, these people make me laugh The way they like to change up the past So when you're there in class, learning `his story' Learn a little of your story, the real story It doesn't pay to know the life and times of someone else It doesn't benefit your wealth or your mental health I go for self, but the real self is one with all This self who's by himself does fall Down, just like the guy who first was down, but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker All right, now, hear we go.. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Intro
The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! x2 Verse 1 Here is a message to the Super-Hoes Just keep in mind when Jimmy grows It grows and grows and grows, so let it But keep in mind about the epidemic When Jimmy releases, boy it pleases But what do you do about all these diseases? Jimmy is Jimmy, no matter what So take care of Jimmy cos you know what's up Cos now in winter AIDS attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh They're Jimmy Hats by KRS Chorus So, remember you're never too old (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Remember you're never too bold (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Do me a favour, wear your hat So Jimmy...will have the opportunity to come back Verse 2 Well, Red Alert is down with BDP Teachin' you all about Jimbrowski I don't wanna hear that you're not with it Turn around and see your butt in a clinic Havin' doctors just poke at Jimmy Let me express what now what's in me Too many people take too many risks Too many people I see get dissed Jimmy Hats are now in style Cos you can't trust a big butt and a smile Some are dry and some lubricated Many companies make and made it So all you Super-Hoes, wear your hat Cos drippin' Jimmies is straight up wack Keep in mind about Jimbrowski Jimmy Hats by BDP The J, the I, the M The M, the Y, the J, the I... It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! Repeat chorus |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
[KRS-One]
Easssssssssy mahn! It's impossible to take out Boogie Down Productions SEEN? Yes.. come mi say Intro/Chorus: KRS-One Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha [KRS-One] Me bus' upon the scene around 1986 A few hit records got me started real quick I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker All vegeterian, never eat pork or chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin Just like the gears of a watch, tock-tickin I never lose time cause the rhyme is all digital For suckers like you, I turn the power up to critical On every playlist, waxin that anus Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL point every time you subtract an emcee People look at me, a P-O-E-T teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U. And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic Very psychological; why are you on the dick? Well, my evaluation is sudden Takin me out, is somethin closer to impossible You could try your best but frankly I don't think it's logical This is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the gift Chorus [KRS-One] Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PA-AI-ID Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be delayed Boogie Down Productions at the head of the raid Always gettin brighter while the suckers will fade Life is very serious, it's not an arcade So everything you're hearing, KRS has made MC's grab the microphone but don't know what to say So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way I always call you females by your name, not 'Hey!' Cause 'Hey' will only make a real woman turn away, GWAN Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr Well then you know that KRS don't carrrre Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by And then you know that KRS don't carrrre You always call a freak, by the garment they wear Instead of call it clothes they always callin it gear Big derriere to make the next man stare Attracted to the man with jheri curls in him hair Always puffin cheeba with a forty of beer But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare, GWAN Hold up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO! Hold up ya han-ds, if you do underst-and The style that I'm sayin, without no delayin is Blastmaster KRS-One, just playin It's really kinda easy for me, to do a style like this It's kinda primitive, so please don't miss the way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never shown My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the Home No one out can compete And not another DJ rocks this type of beat Come mi say Chorus [KRS-One] Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow with M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow People takin pictures of me everywhere I go Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe YES! ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-zi ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi say Chorus |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
When some get together and think of rap, they tend to think of violence
But when they are challenged on some rock group, the result is always silence Even before the rock and roll era, violence played a big part in music It's all according to your meaning of violence and how or in which way you use it No, it's not violent to show in movies the destruction of the human body But yes, of course it's violent to protect yourself at a party And, oh no, it's not violent when under the christmas tree is a look-alike gun But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One By all means necessary, it's time to end the hypocrisy What I call violence, I can't do , but your kind of violence is stopping me By all means necessary, the rap audience must grow up The same type of fightin' we do, they do except we've got nothing to blow up It doesn`t matter if you win or lose, it's only how good you play the game This is the oldest sneak attack, because it takes away our senses to gain If all I do is play the game then I am just mediocre We strive to be the best we can be, not to just get over Some people say that life on a whole is serious and nothing is funny That's only if you base your life around competition and money Yeah, I'm making some money, he's making some money, but none of these things are necessities What I find to be a necessity is controlling a positive destiny With this, money, fame, glory and credit will come in time The people down with me know this every minute they hear me sayin rhymes I got some friends, I got some allies like Stet, and Big Daddy Kane They know that by all means necessary that peace is the name of this game Whether peace by war, or peace by peace, the reality of peace is scary But we must get there, one way or another, by all means necessary. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by KRS One. Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Come in! Verse 1 Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin' But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin' They're tryin' but after some years if you ain't got it Lay it down put it down find a way to try and stop it Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong With those that perform their song on and on And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted I speak to you, not at you to attack you Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue So now I ax you or tell you people literally When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye Verse 2 Run it, son, plumb it you bum Don't you know that it's KRS-One That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run 'cause only the suckers want a chance at that To see if KRS-One is really all that Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back Because the teacher that you see is not wack I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made Three albums, a triple-layer cake And throw it in your face you waste Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race While I whip you whine, you're out of touch I'm out of time, here's another rhyme (The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh yes, dude. Yes) (What's the name of that crew? B.D.P) (Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By L. PARKER <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Verse One
The day begins, with a grin And a prayer to excuse my sins I can walk anywhere I choose Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew We're not here for glamour or fashion But here's the question I'm askin Why is it young black kids taught {flashin?} They're only taught how to read, write, and act It's like teachin a dog to be a cat You don't teach white kids to be black Why is that? Is it because we're the minority? Well black kids follow me Genesis chapter eleven verse ten Explains the geneology of Chem Chem was a black man, in Africa If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya Genesis fourteen verse thirteen Abraham steps on the scene Being a descendent of Chem which is a fact Means, Abraham too was black Abraham born in the city of a black man Called Nimrod grandson of Kam Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan Here, let me do some explaining Abraham was the father of Isaac Isaac was the father of Jacob Jacob had twelve sons, for real And these, were the children of Isreal According to Genesis chapter ten Egyptains descended from {Hahm,Kam} Six hundred years later, my brother, read up Moses was born in Egypt In this era black Egyptians weren't right They enslaved black Isrealites Moses had to be of the black race Because he spent fourty years in Pharoah's place He passed as the Pharoah's grandson So he had to look just like him Yes my brothers and sisters take this here song Yo, correct the wrong The information we get today is just wack But ask yourself, why is that? Verse Two The age of the ignorant rapper is done Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone The stereotype must be lost That love and peace and knowledge is soft Do away with that and understand one fact For love, peace must attack And attack real strong, stronger than war To conquer it and its law Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history Reinforces mystery And when mystery is reinforced That only means that knowledge has been lost When you know who you really are Peace and knowledge shines like a star I'm only showin you a simple fact It Takes A Nation of MILLIONS to Hold Us people Back Which is wack, but we can correct that Teach and learn what it is to be black Cause they're teachin birds to be a cat But ask yourself homeboy, why is that? |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non-commercial set is now here Brought to you by the will of positve people K-R-S plus One equals Slammin' lyrics and beats unquestionable The peofessional while I guess that you'll Grab the album that rocks most on the market Strong hearted with a target --Bloo-- and the target is hit I shot the lyric then reload the clip --Bloo-- another shell hits the ground Along with the shell my opponents weak crown --Bloo Bloo-- the title comes after What a disaster listen to the laughter Your heart I capture Cause every lecture has tecture If you're wack I say next sir Who's next cause I've got no time for weakness Only the teacher speaks this Dialect, which gains nuff resect Which money can't buy you yet I don't care cause Boogie Down Productions has both The most worldwide coast to coast We didn't do it with the soft commercial sound Try the ghetto cause I refuse to let go You see you don't understand I knew it You got a copy I read from the blueprint Keepin' it on track And never wack Please step back If you speak the weak rap Cause I alone can dis your whole pack or posse Stupid sit there and watch me You can't stop the original with a copy Sloppy very sloppy you slouch Every time I bite you yell ouch Breakout get lost your throat is hoarse You lost cause I'm dope of course --One and Two and Three and Four-- But that comes from years of practice Anti-slackness anti-wackness Throw on the glasses and teach the masses Very simple the question I ask is How many MCs must get stomped Before somebody says Kris has no calm Thousands both here and overseas If you're soft I say please leave Here's the door here's your hat coat and mitt Cause here we read from the blueprint |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
* was also featured in the movie "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka"
(KRS-One) Again we start, let me say my part About the only guy who has some heart It took some time for the heart to come but it's HERE, and everybody's in fear Crashin through the door of that WHORE Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR What you saw, KRS-One is now seeing Another fly human being Making, no excuses for the losers Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers You don't like it but you gotta keep PUSHIN until somebody starts MUSHIN all these suckers, claimin to rule the environment (Nah man, I ain't buyin it) You seem to think that everybody can be taught that everyone else can be bought But, you took a short, cause one guy hasn't been paid He is the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * (KRS-One) He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal But don't let the temper boil Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows (That's right boy, anything goes!) The crime is commited and he's right on your tail There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail All the ends, are justified by the means when Jack's on the scene Track the movement, don't lose it cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME Here is the aim -- destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes We don't like, criminals, and crime -- but we don't pay it any mind So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy Slade, Hammer, and Slammer I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar If you ain't up on it you GOTTA fall to the back of the line Hear this rhyme, cause I'ma say it one more time It's JACK'S theme song that KRS made It's called the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * (KRS-One) You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse If you wanna see more, just watch me MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air And scream it out, ohh yeah "OHH YEAHHH!!" One more time! "OHH YEAHHH!!" (Flash the rhyme!) Cool, guy, loud and quiet If your head's in the way, he'll FLY IT Don't try it, cause Jack of Spades doesn't BUY IT He's a one man riot Cleanin the community, of all it's debris The C-R-I-M-E The road was long and scary and some didn't make it The average guy couldn't take it But JACK, is not, the average guy He took a piece of the pie and BIT IT Got with it, for his brother he DID IT So you gotta admit it This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero WHY? Because he started from zero In this battle he clearly understands their power They're payin people by the hour to sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny they are gettin everybody HIGH High on a cable, cash under the table Currency is how they're able to buy the cops and props and keep the law PAID But here comes the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * (KRS) Break it down! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * (KRS-One) Fresh.. for Jack of Spades, you SUCKERS Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah.. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
[krs-one]
Yes, right about now we got afrika From the jungle brothers on the wheels of steel My sister harmony right beside me And i, krs-one on the mic Sidney mills on the keyboards And dwayne on the engineering And once again, this style is dedicated to the heavenly father Because you know ya rule! [harmony] Where can they go, where can they turn? When they hear your name, that fire burns.. their very soul! (fi-yah!) What can they do, what can they say? They can't live without your love.. (ba-da-bi) Another day.. (ba-ba-bad-bad-bad) [krs-one] Bad man people and petty rob-ber Straighten up your ways or you will suf-fer What go around come around and this is the law The manmade law krs-one ig-nore I walk the streets as a ruff yout bwoy Very intelligent, and full of joy Go to a concert and mash up the jam (bo) People in the world know just who I am I am what I am cause I am not soft When the blind lead the blind - that's when ya lost Me just a dj dealin with negative Nonsense messages, a what dem a give Bdp strong, cause jah is the strength Bdp long, cause jah is the length Bdp together, cause jah is the link We a just arise, while the negative sink! come! [harmony] Where can they go, where can they turn? When they hear your name, that fire burns.. (burns!) Their very soul! (lick dem down!) And what can they do, what can they say? They can't live without your love.. another day.. (come!) Where can they go.. What can they do? (bo) [krs-one] We are not a front and, we are no fraud Every hit record comes straight from the lord We live in jail cell and we live in shelter If you help yourself, well jah will help ya Look to no man but love everyone Stand on your own and work til you're done Follow the commandments that jah set forth Cause manmade laws, made man lost (bo) [harmony] Where can they go, where can they turn? When they hear your name, that fire burns.. (ba-da-bi-bi-bi) Their very soul! (fi-yah!) What can they do, what can they say? They can't live without your love.. another day.. They need you, in their lives They know, your live is right (always right) You're the inspiration (yes) that sweet revelation All their hope, and their salvation (so right) And where can they go, where can they turn (where ya hide? ) When they hear your name, that fire burns.. their very soul! (wa-da-ba-da-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi) What can they do, what can they say? They can't live without your love.. another day.. (fi-yah, fi-yah, fi-yah, fi-yah) They need you, in their lives They know, your love is right You're the inspiration, that sweet revelation And all of their hopes (jah rulez) and their salvation Where can they go, where can they turn (jah rule every time) When they hear your name, that fire burns.. (nowhere) Their very soul (kyan't move without the movement of jah, seen? ) And what can they do, what can they say They can't live without your love.. another day.. Where do they go What do they do? Where do they turn What can they say? Where do they go, what can they do Breathe without you? Where do they go Breathe without you? What do they do.. *fades* |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
(KRS-One) + (somebody beatboxing)
Let me tell you bout a crew I know (ba BUM BUM) Called Boogie Down Productions and they steal the show (ba BUM BUM) With DJ Scott LaRock and KRS-One (ba-bum, ba-ba-bum, ba-bum-ba-bum-bababababababababa) With D-Nice you know the job is done and I know (boom-ba-bum) oh yes I know (ba-boom-ba-bum) I know because I'm KRS-One, yo check this out (beatbox continues in the background) (KRS-One) Breath control.. here's an example I appeal, to the +Criminal Minded+ You can't find it, boy you're still blinded Why don't you open your eyes and stop DISSIN Get a prescription to listen Sit in the class and ask real fast about a FRESH RAP You're gettin left back, set back, kept back Get back, I don't accept that material Your rhymes are artificially flavored like cereal I like clarity, so when you come here speak clear and concise and then I might give a little slack to.. nah, wait - I take that back If you're wack, I'll slap, FUCK THAT! Boogie Down Productions back, simply cause we never left the radical sounds of KRS What a mess, to roll up and then 'fess Wild guess huh, you thought you were the best? But - yup yup - as it always turns out You get burned out, your rhymes just run out I immediately come out, BOOMIN dope and don't provoke, you're walkin a very thin rope Not even rope, the word I'm lookin for is string When I sing, I sing to try and bring enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin it Radio's fightin it, the fans be likin it Your face I'm wipin it, cause your mouth is dirty You're unworthy to THINK that you can serve me You heard me? These styles are universal You need rehearsal, wait, first I'll beef up the system, rhyth, rhymin, timin, climbin Then realizing As producer of this dope record huh I think it's time we break for a second Breath control.. (KRS-One) That's it, that's it, that's it Break is over, back to the track Resume attack, on the crews that are wack We don't lack, I mean, we don't like the played out styles when we're rockin the mic The radical rebel at level fifteen The amp only goes to ten, you know what I mean? As it seems, it seems that you're doomed Yes I'll boom and consume the WHOLE room Not a part, not a fraction or a sum but ALL, capital KRS-One B-D-B-D-B-D-B-D-P Takin MC's out constantly! Because you're no big deal, you're no big wheel You steal, come before me and kneel but I'm not a king, I'm not a queen, I'm not a ace I'm not a jack, I'm not a MC or a playboy and I just ain't wack I feel that you should get an understanding You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming Hypothetically, or in reality Takin you out, is a SMALL technicality Rhymes like these, or rhymes like THIS ONE comes in handy, while I diss some soft silly low budget sucker like yourself I got the style you need, in my house on the shelf labelled, sucker boy style I like to do it every once in a while.. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Just like I told you, you must learn
It's calm yet wild the style that I speak Just filled with facts and you will never get weak in the heart In fact you'll start to illuminate, knowledge to others in a song Let me demonstrate the force of knowledge, knowledge reigned supreme The ignorant is ripped to smithereens What do you mean when you say I'm rebellious 'Cause I don't accept everything that you're telling us What are you selling us the creator dwellin' us I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning You're tryin' make me you by seasoning Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York It doesn't exist no way, no how It seems to me that in a school that's ebony African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's not and this has got to stop, See Spot run, run get Spot Insulting to a Black mentality, a Black way of life Or a jet Black family, so I include with one concern, that You must learn Chorus: Just like I told you, you must learn (twice) I believe that if you're teaching history Filled with straight up facts no mystery Teach the student what needs to be taught 'Cause Black and White kids both take shorts When one doesn't know about the other ones' culture Ignorance swoops down like a vulture 'Cause you don't know that you ain't just a janitor No one told you about Benjamin Banneker A brilliant Black man that invented the almanac Can't you see where KRS is coming at With Elie Whitney, Holly Selosy, Grand Bill Woods made the walky-talky Lewis Latterman improved on Edison Charles Drew did a lot for medicine Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night Madame CJ Walker made a straightin' comb But you won't know this is you weren't shown The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh 'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man we need the 89 school system One that caters to a Black return because You must learn Chorus |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
(KRS-One)
Come again down man This is KRS-One on to wreck RUFF RUFF RUFF stuff So we're gonna do it like this now Put up your hands if you love hip-hop music like I do, seen? And we gonna do it like this now Listen to the lyrics! Bo! Me say hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again! Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want! Rap music, we want the rap music, bo! Rap music, we want the rap music, come again! Rap music, we want the rap music, bo! Rap music, we want the rap music Way back in the days, 1979 Fatback Band made a record usin rhyme In the same year come the Sugarhill Gang with the pow pow boogie, and the big bang bang R&B, Disco, Pop Country Jazz all thought Hip-Hop, was just a little fad But here comes Grandmaster Flash nonstop And right after Flash, Run-D.M.C. dropped Now, they had to pay attention to the scale Where other music failed, hip-hop prevailed See rap music has gone platinum from the start So now in eighty-nine we gettin present as an art Me ask, is it because, we've got the eighty-nine vision? Whoa whoa whoa! Or is it because, it's a unanimous decision Hey hey hey hey that hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again! Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want! Rap music, we want the rap music, bo! Rap music, we want the rap music, come again! Rap music, we want the rap music, come down! Rap music, we want the rap music I pick up the mic and put down crazy lyrics I put it 'pon the phonograph so everyone can hear it You want to sound like me bwoy, you can't come near it Cause when I flash a new style, the people dem a cheer it You get so jealous til you just can't bear it Jealous of Ms. Melodie, me and Derek See Derek is D-Nice, and I'm KRS-One ah We'll rock ya in the winter and we rocked ya last summer You want to battle me you got to wake up in the morning Cause if you're still sleepin, then I'ma start yawnin because ah hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again! Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want! Rap music, we want the rap music, bo! Rap music, we want the rap music, come again! Rap music, we want the rap music, come down! Rap music, we want the rap music Just, put up your hands if you like rap music Put up your hands if you like rap music Ms. Melodie boy she always on the mixer And D-Square, love rap music ah DJ Doc boy yes he's on the mix and KRS-One'll flash a lyric, we say Here comes Yvette, on the lyric and Big Kap, rockin on the mix and BDP boy we'll flash a lyric a Knock the suckers down every time dem hear it, because hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, come down! Come again! We want! Bo! Come again! Bo! * dub/instrumental of first verse reprised to fade * |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog Rushed out the door to inhale the smog As I ran, I began to wonder Should I produce or should I tour this summer Well just that second I heard stay where you are Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car I laid on the pavement like I was hurt Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk He said, ah boy you better watch where you run As he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun I said officer man I ain't do nothin He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin? Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street? At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't With it so On the ground was a bottle of snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking Adam's apple As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun and Began to act up with that (chorus) Well I threw down the gun and began to run I got back in no time and loaded the nine First I took two clips and then I took two more I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door I took three shots and then I laid They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade It went boom like a supernova Badges arms heads legs cops were all over I jumped out the fire escape down to the street and I started to run you Know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself holy shit! My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no Time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday Ghetto pain Black men are judged by their clothes Black women are looked at as hoes So I as one of these uppity n----s Can only rely on the sound of a trigga going (chorus) Well I staggered down the street to an old bookstore Called the tree of life (yo d it ain't there no more) But when it was boy I was lucky Cause in the basement is where they stuck me When I awoke at the 14th hour Three black women had gave me a quick shower I stayed a while and escaped in a truck Driven by two guys, rakim and chuck What the fuck I asked as I laid there how many guys do you drive a day There? chuck said many, rakim said plenty it's an everyday thing when You're willing to sing a song... (chorus) Peace and love to dj scott larock he's in there still! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
[KRS One] Right right! (Woy) Bring it (Woy) BDP (Woy) BDP (Woy) BDP (Woy) Now smooth it out (Woy Woy) (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Alright here we go (Woy Woy) Hi hello whassup and what's happenin? I am known as the teacher in rappin Some need slappin cause what they're sayin is wack and weak and wait let me speak (Woy) Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that (Woy) yang-yang, or you'll be down with the chain gang (Woy) Draggin your feet, to a beat produced by BDP (Woy) One of the many, from the library (Woy) I teach HIP-HOP for a living So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin KRS-One two three four, encore I'm not a freshman, sophomore, and further more (Woy) I graduated from the school of no shorts to the world of rappin I brought "That's it, that's all, single, no more, no less" That style was created by DJ KRS (Woy) Offbeat got you out your seat (Woy) When I created the style, they studied every single week (Woy) Now you come in my face like you're rulin? (Woy) But I'm teacher boy, who you foolin! See there's no defense against common sense confidence, intelligence or excellence Intense, but here's the difference KRS-One does NOT mean ignorance Try obediance, magnificence As a reference, STOP THE VIOLENCE Criminal Minded, Poetry, and Jimmy Hats Is that your title? GIMME DAT! (WOY) (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Now let's take it back a little bit (Woy, Woy) (Woy) (Woy) You can't test BDP boy (Woy) So bust this down (Woy, Woy) While I got your attention I feel like just lettin off two or three lyric then steppin JETTIN, gettin the respect of a teacher My name is Kris, 23, glad to meet ya BDP +is+ the number one set I don't DROP science, I teach it, correct! Some get caught in my style like a net They can't get out, so I treat em like a pet Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me yet I bet you're kind of hungry, here's a CalCan, step Cause I've got no time to hold your hand I just SLAM, so you can understand who I am (Woy) The teacher, professor, scholar makin dollars (Woy) The trainer, entertainer, makin ya holla (Woy) The numero uno, number one, the best perfectionist (Woy) Crazy, fresh KRS (Woy, Woy) So GIMME DAT! (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Now take it on back (Woy, Woy) Original.. original.. original.. hit it! (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Original.. ah one two three, we out! (Woy, Woy) |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
"If you like the sound of what you've heard so far.."
(KRS-One) Ghetto music Ghetto music Ghetto music Ghetto music.. .. You're tuned into that easy listening sound with a cap and gown, not a CROWN No glitter, no makeup Just smashin lyrics, that make up the B, D, and the P You pay for the hits, the advice is free In this industry, we gotta grow Commercial some go, but, y'know just as important as they are so is the underground superstar (like me) You gotta ask yourself one question Do I speak facts, or do I start guessin? Learn the lesson, before you plan your career Commercial or underground, where do you fit, cause BOTH sides write hits And all is rap, I'll admit But what I've come to EXPLAIN is that these people LOVE to play a game They wanna make it seem like YOU'RE WRONG for writin the reality song (Don't touch those issues, don't talk about dat We don't take knowledge rap) What? They want you on their bases Cause if you bring out the brown, you're racist But if you bring out the pink, well wait, it's OK Yeah, they won't stop it I guess it's alright to act demonic I guess it's alright to act demonic But that's another chapter, in another book I've come to show a different look And that look is the WHOLE of rap Not just the commercial pap but the UNDERGROUND, that RAW ghetto sound from which rap music was found So you can't deny it, you cannot refuse it I'll be rockin that GHETTO MUSIC .. People keep tellin me, "Kris! You need more radio Yeah man, that's the way to go! You gotta be like so-and-so to go platinum," then I attack em! I rhyme for the ghetto, I teach the ghetto I cannot let go, change up? Heck no In the ghetto, I stay mellow We're in effect yo, ready, set, go FRESH, for nineteen eighty-nine you suckers Peace to P.E., and the Jungle Brothers Others, have come, to master the art They start, with heart, then fall apart Like a dart I shoot for one target (BO BO) Ghetto music, yeah they'll never chart it Cause now in eighty-nine, the purpose of a rhyme is to strengthen and uplift the mind Although I'll achieve and achieve and achieve it's simple, I'll never leave Cause every time you front for respect you LOSE it I'll rock GHETTO MUSIC Ghetto music Ghetto music Ghetto music Ghetto music.. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
(KRS-One)
World peace.. or world TALK?! Yeah.. One, two, three, four! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace and we want it right now Right now! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. (KRS-One) Take it.. right now.. Don't hesitate! (world peace) You want world peace? (world peace) (peace.. TAKE IT) Or world talk? (world peace..) (world peace..) (world peace..) Yo, a lot of people are under the assumption that peace, is soft or somethin We must begin to reprogram our thought FROM, how we were taught Back in school, and our TV screens Strength, is always mean Love, is always soft and peace is too peaceful when all are equal Sit back, and read the papers about the murderers, thieves, and rapists We depend on police for justice but when do we say, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH Right now, and call their bluff It's not a matter of frontin like you're tough It's a matter of takin yours and livin universal laws Cause those laws, cannot be bribed nor changed, or paid on the side You must come correct and walk straight More love, less and less hate When you walk, walk with AUTHORITY Tell the negative people, don't bother me Move your face away, I ain't with it In a minute, I'm gonna hit it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace World peace.. and we want it right now .. or world TALK We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Break it down! Take it, yeah! World peace.. Yeah.. come in.. CRASH, SMASH, don't ask when the negative disrupts the class How much longer? Get stronger The battle is getting longer World, peace, or world talk Do we run? Or do we walk? (CHARGE) If you want world peace, take it Cause a lot of our leaders FAKE IT (fraud) It's similar to armageddeon when the positive people stop lettin the negative, control, how we live Listen to the music I give! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Take it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now World peace.. (Right now!) ..or world TALK? We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Take it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now World peace! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace and we want it right now Come in now.. We must make up our minds to take.. it.. World peace.. or world TALK?! If we really want world peace Yes I do and we want it right now When can I get it? We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Come in! If we really want world peace That's it and we want it right now Right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. I want it now! If we really want world peace I want it right now! and we want it right now We need it right now! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. No talk.. world peace! If we really want world peace Peace! *echoes* |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
*clapping, barking, and somebody yells "Yo whassup??!"*
(Lawrence Krisna Parker) One two Rap music, what does it mean What is everybody in this industry for What is everybody, buying rap for Why do people get involved, in rap music Rap music number one, is the voice of black people, number one Number two, it's the LAST voice, of black people Black people have created every music you hear out here in the streets today Every single music, rock and roll down Therefore; in a situation that has, all African music in it All African music, uhh, exploiting itself of it, or coming out of it All African influence in all it's music And you have what is called American Music Awards You have what is called theft And what I would like to bring out today is rap music as, a revolutionary tool in changing the structure of racist america |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
Wake up!
Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it. It's time for the massive BDP crew at the top of the pile. Yo. In the morning I'm yawning, at noon is when I wake up Make up my bed break up the bread and said Scratching my head, why am I so damn intimidating? Is it because of laws designed to keep us waiting and waiting Thus hating all forms of a setback Get back, if you can't understand a rap act. This is the language of the people ready to hear the crew I've got no juice, 'cause I'm not getting juiced To have juice means you kiss and lick a lot of booty To have respect means you simply new or newly Heard what I had to say and felt as though you'd say that too I'm not down with a juice-crew But anyway I say today the message I create is great I don't preach hate, I simply get the record straight It's not the fault of the black race that we are misplaced We're robbin' and killin', your own medicine you taste You built up a race on the concept of violence Now in '90 you want silence Well, I want science, not silence but science Scientific fact about black The board of education acts as if it's only reality Is talking 'bout a Tom, Dick and Harry So now you learn your black history is questions and answers Every question but the Black Panthers Timbuctoo existed when the caveman existed Why then isn't this listed Is this because the blackman is the original man Or does it mean humanity is African I don't know, but these sciences are hidden For some strange reason it's forbidden To talk about, or converse on a political outburst I don't believe that I'm the first Or should I say the first one, or the first one that's done Music like I'm still number one Music like that or this is the incredible uplift Those that oppose get dissed But who will oppose the teacher when society's a wreck So check the blackman's in effect Near the Tigris and Euphrates Valleys in Asia Lies the Garden of Eden Where Adam became a father to humanity Now don't get mad at me But according to facts, this seems just fantasy Because man, the most ancient man Was found thousands of years before Adam began And where he was found, again they can't laugh at ya It's right, dead, smack in Africa But due to religious and political power We must be denied the facts every hour We run to school, tryin' to get straight A's Let's take a trip way back in the days To the first civilization on Earth, the Egyptians Giving birth to science, mathematics and music Religion, the list goes on, you choose it Egypt was the land of spiritual blessing Egypt was the land of facts, not guessing People from all over the world had come To learn from Egypt, Egypt number one So people that believe in Greek philosophy Know your facts, Egypt was the monopoly Greeks had learned from Egyptian masters You might say "Prove it", well here's the answers 640 to 322 b.C. originates Greek philosophy But in that era Greece was at war With themselves and Persia, what's more Any philosopher at that time was a criminal He'd be killed very simple This indicates that Greece had no respect For science or intellect So how the hell you created philosophy When you kill philosophers constantly The point is that we descend from kings Science, art and beautiful things African history is the worlds history This is the missing link and mystery Once we realise they all are African White will sit down with black and laugh again So judge not least ye might be judged By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged Matthew seven, first verse doesn't budge No man should walk the Earth and sludgez if you don't believe, you can go and check To see how and where the blackman's in effect |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(unknown speaker)
History can never be made by one man, we must smash this one quickly History is made only by the masses of the people, this is clear Even a, cursory glance at the falasfallacious presentation of history by the American capitalist system, will demonstrate just this Take George Washington, as bad as he is Put him in the middle of Valley Forge, by himself, surrounded by the British, he can do nothing *laughing and applause* Mhmhmmmhmm Take Martin Luther King as righteous as he is Put him in the middle of Birmingham by himself, speaking out against racism He would be lynched But you take this same King, you take this same Washington Put them in Valley Forge, put them in Alabama Surround them with thousands of people who have the same ideas they do Willing to make those ideas reality and the situation changes drastically |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
Beef, what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease? This is another public service announcement You can believe it, or you can doubt it Let us begin now with the cow The way it gets to your plate and how The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man So through his greed he makes a faster plan He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker Through the stress the cow gets sicker Twenty-one different drugs are pumped Into the cow in one big lump So just before it dies, it cries In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it And there it is, in your local supermarket Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed And you wonder about heart attacks? Come on now man let's be for real You are what you eat is the way I feel But, the Food and Drug Administration Will tell you meat is the perfect combination See cows live under fear and stress Trying to think what's gonna happen next Fear and stress can become a part of you In your cells and blood, this is true So when the cow is killed, believe it You preserve those cells, you freeze it Thaw it out with the blood and season it Then you sit down and begin eatin it In your body, it's structure becomes your structure All the fear and stress of another Any drug is addictive by any name Even drugs in meat, they are the same The FDA has America strung out On drugs in beef no doubt So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete It's the number one drug on the street Not crack, cause that was made for just black But brown beef, for all American teeth Life brings life and death brings death Keep on eatin the dead and what's left Absolute disease and negative Read the book 'How to Eat to Live' By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback For anybody, either white or black See how many cows must be pumped up fatter How many rats gotta fall in the batter How many chickens that eat shit you eat How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet See you'll consume, the FDA could care less They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(KRS)
Ya know, so we wanna clear the air And let you all know what time of day it really is BDP are black revolutionaries First for humanity, then for the upliftment of Africa And it goes a little somethin, like this |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
("One... two... three... four...")
(KRS-One singing: to the tune of 'Ebony and Ivory') KRS and Melodie... live together with D-Nice, and Harmony Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney B...D...P...! ("One... two... three... four...") Yes! Chorus: KRS-One I got a hundred gun two hundred clips Goin to New York, New York I got a hundred gun two hundred clips Goin to New York, New York Verse One: KRS-One Well, I'm drivin my car, cross country With a hundred guns and about six G Me drivin through a town, me see two cops They lookin at me funny like they really want stop Me just turn my head, and gwan on me way Put hip-hop ina de tape and press play Me get one block and me hear "Pull ov-ah" The guns are in the trunk, with a thin cov-ah They ax me for ID, driver's license prefer Me ax them "Was I breakin any law, officer?" They said "Oh yes, you passed county line Niggers in these here parts now is a crime" I said "Is that so?", and cocked back me nine Bust two shots, ina the bwoy head top His knees just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop Me put the car in drive, and me did not stop When I get to New York, I'm gonna set up shop Bwoy! Chorus ("One... two... three... four...") Verse Two: KRS-One Me in a hotel, off ninety-five North Everything's fine, and yes me on course Me walk to a bathroom, take a lickle leak But right out the window, I can hear the cops speak "We have the place surrounded we're about to move in" That's when I pick up my nine and just begin PUMP PUMP PUMP! First copper hit the ground PUMP PUMP PUMP! Second copper go down Me jump out the window, tryin not to make a sound Me run to the car, gunfire all around I start up the engine, bust the barricade All because illegally I want to get paid PUMP PUMP PUMP! There goes my tire Me spun out of control, the car caught on fire Me jump out the car, put me hands in the air Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed Pushed out them chests like they're big rough and tough A cop come and said "You'll never sell your guns now" I said "It doesn't matter, YOU'LL sell them anyhow You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city" Hahaha... so still Chorus 2X FIYAH!! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(KRS-One)
All you white people out there that think you're down with America can forget it. Cause they TAX all of us. All of us, one by one. Just take a look at Leona Helm-Helmsley. Taxed her, she's white I believe. *laughter* Yeah threw her butt right in jail. She ain't nothin but another hoe, according to this system. *laughter* You ain't pay your taxes hoe, get back in jail. *uproarious laughter* |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(KRS-One)
Give it to em! Nuff respect! And praise to the creator Over the years it seems that I became a landmark, in the hip-hop field of art I shed light, yet my skin is dark I'm not conerned with climbin the chart Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart? I'll start, cause only Jah will create it I'll just name it, Edutainment People sit and they look at my album like a problem, they try to solve em They don't know, it only leads the way to a bright more positive day By itself, it's NOT the bright day Sit up straight, and hear what I say Fear and ignorance, I'm down for stoppin this but the bright day is your conciousness I am poet, my words will heal you I'm not a phony I'll really feel you That's why I walk and talk to my nation Wherever they are, in any situation They usually ask for an autograph And I'll whip out the pen and just write Blast- -Master, K-R-S, O-N-E BDP, Peace and Unity But do not concentrate on the paper Concentrate on the laws of the creator Cause when the paper's gone, it will deceive you But Allah will never leave you Nothing I say now is hypothetical These are the facts, a little metaphysical We are one, every heart every lung So why then was the black man hung? He was hung by the so-called Christians that went to church, and did not listen See Jesus couldn't stand politics so they nailed him to a crucifix Then it was that way, today it's a trigger So why is the Pope such a political figure? I don't know, but it's really beyond me But through knowledge, they'll NEVER con me Cause from Jesus Christ to right now everytime a black man speaks up, KA-POW See people concentrate on the leader And not the message comin through the speaker If the Christians really heard Christ the black man never would've lived this life My point is that do not concentrate on what I state, create, or debate I might be great, and you might admire But what I say is to take you MUCH higher MORE higher than the physical plane to the plane of forces in the astral plane The mental plane, and the final three They're all around you, yet you can't see So grab the sphere of life and aim it and you'll be guided by Edutainment |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(KRS-One)
Lincoln said, in this piece here, he says... he frees the slaves; he said, "All slaves in armed rebellion." The slaves. Now understand one point: the African is not a slave, that's one point that they didn't realize when they were writin this. The African is not a slave. The African has a history far more advanced than this nineteen-ninety history we're in right now. He's not a slave. Lincoln's ultimately sayin now you were born a slave, you'll always be a slave, and all I will ever see you as is a slave, and I free you. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our 4th album and we're STILL not takin no shorts Yeah.. ha hah! On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker As we say he can't get no darker All about action, not a fast talker All the whick whack sucker DJ's gotta try much harder My man Willie Willie Willie D Taggin up BDP with a fat marker And THIS, is what's on today's charter Ha hah hah All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air BDP rockin without no fear So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is throw the funky fresh beat in like this C'mon! * crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while * Ha hah Well it's me, down with BDP KRS-One rocks ANY party Rocks the beats, and the breaks Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes The suckers shake, while I'm creatin They get together and they start debatin How can we take him out one time? So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme I might go first, and he'll go second I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "Just checkin the mic" Droppin fresh styles I like So throw up your hands and drop your mic Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth well I'll go for self Rockin New York like no one else You can check any rapper from seventy-eight A few have rocked their whole career straight Some had dope twelve inches, count em But not many crews had slammin albums BDP rocks CONSISTENTLY From Criminal Minded to 1990 Why? Well that's my secret baby Here's a hint: the public pays me So you can call me a public servant Not a King but a teacher, I'll believe I earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike If I walk to a jam well I'll rock the mic Gimme a chance and I'll rock the house But don't let a sucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle Adidas, Nike's, arms, mics Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike Step right up if that's what you like But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alllllright" I am your mentor Victory is mine, it's time you surrender Sucker! And just back up quickly Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show Oh, all of a sudden you don't know or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face In case you bass I'll erase your whole rap Tell you right now I ain't TRYIN to hear that I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew I deny your existence as artists You're puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone You fail to realize nope you're not alone on the earth, the light comes forth as KRS Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and shed light Behave, you're still a 20th century slave Headed for the grave in a wave So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk and put a little pep in your step KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation in the nation, in creation Princes, Kings, Queens, or any occupation Like rappers with nuttin to say I crush those idiots and throw em away Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic mystics, with macho poses If you ain't for black you're down for Guns 'n' Roses Yeah! C'mon! Throw your hands in the sky And wave em from side to side And if you're in this life just gettin by Somebody say, ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ's My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah We got Symone in the house We got, D-Square in the house We got Ms. Melodie rockin the soundset My man D-Nice, HIT IT! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra, read all about it! KRS-One's rhymes, have been doubted Suckers stepped up, and got MURDERED!! [KRS-One] Pump pump pom pom POING! Yo, this goes out, to George Bush Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Margaret Thatcher Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Bensonhurst Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... De Klerk Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat The master of the microphone is here and he's black Recitin poetry, beautifully articulated Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it The styles they're doing, is from my old record They bought my album, for $8.99 Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme I don't mind because I'm here to show The lost MC's which way to go So here's my rep, to those that slept And didn't get the first concept in depth I am the manifestation of study NOT, the manifestation of money Therefore I advance through thought Not what's manufactured and bought Concentration, and calculation Goes into every song creation The first and second album rocked you Third album made you think and got through Didn't you think I knew? Number three, wasn't for the dance crew But it gave me a chance to see Who was REALLY down with BDP I set the warm milk, in the glass And the snakes came out the grass They don't realize I'm not confined Nor trapped by space and time I am a rebel, an overthrower Descendant of the black man Noah Radio DJ's, all around Constantly tell me how they are down To uplift Africa and unite black Yet they fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?_ It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I just get loose And demonstrate the truth Many MC's can only rock the many But I rock a few with my brother Kenny >From twenty-thousand to ten I'm housin African culture is what I'm arousin In your consciousness, soul and body Pay attention while I rock the party Cause now I'm gonna show ya how the East Coast rocks Bumpin sucker MC's out the box Rockin the dreadlocks and the flattops I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop The new hip-hop, and get props Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott LaRock Spins in heaven, while the earth I rock MC's adopt, the styles I drop They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no direction So they wanna go pop Chasin the charts up and down like suckers Totally ignoring their sisters and brothers They're the ones to say you're number one Not chart position, so pick up the drum and hum Sing along, it's a poetry session Mathematically applied, no guessin I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked get your ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, Kenny Parker on the mix! [Special K] Yes yes I'm Special K On New York's Two show on WBDP This is the brand new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions And it's off the Edutainment LP Wanna send a shout out to the BDP Posse Of course to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D And of course me... seeya! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
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I've been taught to respect my elders and behave Even if when they were young they sold slaves Truth and understandin' is what I crave In the land of the thief, home of the slave Turn your page to a brief demonstration Cos now in '90 it's strictly information I'm givin' Teachin' on a regular basis Today's lecture is about The Racist We're not out to exaggerate or diss him But show the symptoms and facts of racism Understand The Racist ain't equal There's about five different types of racist people First of the five different types of cases Is the individual brought up racist Here you have young men and women Brought up in the Great White Way opinion This opinion introduced by the parent To the civilised becomes transparent The civilised man could look through the faces Make the analysis and see The Racist Number two case which y'all must hear Is the individual racist out of fear Here you have people that fear the African And conjure up new ways of trappin' him Number three is the unconscious racist Not knowin' they're racist they invade your spaces They say, "I'm not a racist, I'm not a bigot" Yet they allow it to go on and won't admit it Number four is the money racist The one that used the topics of sheer economics They say, "Owning a business isn't for the black man He don't want that", yet they went and took his land Damn, that's like a rock in a hard place You don't have your land yet this ain't your space America was built by every other race Except the European that runs this place What a waste, America's doomed To be overthrown by the righteous real soon But last but not least racial prejudice Is the black man speakin' out of ignorance Whitey this and Ching-Chow that Is not how the intelligent man acts You can't blame the whole white race For slavery, cos this ain't the case A large sum of white people died with black Tryin' hard to fight racial attacks The media wants you to think that no whites Really fought and died for Civil Rights But once we have a true sense of history You'll see this too as a mystery If black and white didn't argue the most They could clearly see the government's screwin' 'em both. |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-08-09
Subject : KRS-ONE - Kristyles (Koch,2003)
