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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 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 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]
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 - 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 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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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 - 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 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)
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 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 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 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]
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)
[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 - 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 - 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 - 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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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
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)
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)
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] 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)
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 - 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 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)
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 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 - A Retrospective (2000)
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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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 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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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 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 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 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 KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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 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 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)
[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 - 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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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-08-09
Subject : KRS-ONE - Kristyles (Koch,2003)
