Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Uh-huh, we was done? Uh-huh, whatchu thought?! Yeah, yeah Yeah, whatchu thought? Uhh, uhh, uhh Yo, yo, back again! What's that? Back again! What's that? Word! see'mon A North Face and skully hat don't MAKE YOU A THUG A army suit, a pair of Timbs don't MAKE YOU A THUG An ill mug and a gat don't MAKE YOU A THUG A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! A North Face and skully hat don't MAKE YOU A THUG A army suit, a pair of Timbs don't MAKE YOU A THUG An ill mug and a gat don't MAKE YOU A THUG A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! Yo, yo, yo, check it, check it Let us begin, KRS, winnin again, KRS-One did it again KRS bigger than them, look at them they bit it again I think my gun just gonna start clickin again Click-clack, I always spit back Anybody call my name I go get that In fact we draggin 'em out, to a deserted route The teacher returns, you must learn, the word is out No doubt highly respected, Front Page Records Off the hook, yet still connected Are you teachin yourself, teachin yourself? I'm like history repeatin itself "Criminal Minded", you've been blinded again Lookin for my style you can't find it again You can find these others that may sound like Kris but when it comes to the hands they don't get down like Kris! They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs Never had the respect of Crips and Bloods Never knew B.O., they never knew Big Pun They never battled MC's, they never bust they gun They don't know that, all they know is that show DAT That's Digital Audio Tape if you don't know that Now go back and get my name correct 'fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck A doo rag a platinum chain don't MAKE YOU A THUG A fat ride with chrome don't MAKE YOU A THUG That tough guy talk don't MAKE YOU A THUG A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! A doo rag a platinum chain don't MAKE YOU A THUG A fat ride with chrome don't MAKE YOU A THUG That tough guy talk don't MAKE YOU A THUG A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! Word, yeah yeah, uh-huh, yo Yo, yo, yo (hit 'em Kris!) What mean the world to me? H-I-P, H-O-P And S-I-M, O-N-E And G-O-D, I stay low key I go down to hell, and slap up Satan Then return to heaven, where Scott LaRock is waitin Resurrection, just like my brown complexion when I speak, I don't need protection from the heat I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit first Throw on any beat I'll be quick to spit first and rip town, I take one look around And all you hear is, "Get down, get down, get down!" Knowledge Reigns Supreme, I stay on blast That's why these rappers want me to go on last That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the deal Forget sex appeal, my tech is real And my rep is real, K-are-S Woo-woop-woop! That's the sound of E-M-S The rag on your head, it best stay white Cause I can turn that red in a mintue a-ight? Now go back and get my name correct 'fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round your neck Once again, get my name correct 'fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck A North Face and skully hat don't MAKE YOU A THUG A army suit, a pair of Timbs don't MAKE YOU A THUG An ill mug and a gat don't MAKE YOU A THUG A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! A doo rag a platinum chain don't MAKE YOU A THUG A fat ride with chrome don't MAKE YOU A THUG That tough guy talk don't MAKE YOU A THUG A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! Yeah.. yeah.. yo, yo, yo To all my heads who want to see an improvement in hip-hop culture, join this movement We need more glocks than my man Freddie Foxxx The knowledge I spit to the click it don't stop That hardcore God-core, ready to start war Rock more shock more top your pop tour I'm sure I'll drop the grade to zero When the teacher return, I don't chase DeNiro Like where yo? Where yo? They livin in fear yo It's a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yo The album's called "Sneak Attack", that's what it is KRS-One spittin facts to kids A army suit, a pair of Timbs don't MAKE YOU A THUG That tough guy talk don't MAKE YOU A THUG An ill mug and a gat don't MAKE YOU A THUG A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! A doo rag a platinum chain don't MAKE YOU A THUG A North Face and skully hat don't MAKE YOU A THUG A fat ride with chrome don't MAKE YOU A THUG A real thug is a thug that's HUSH!
[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...
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.
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)
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
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
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...
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
[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..
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
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
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...
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
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
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?
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
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!
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
케이알에스원(KRS-ONE)의 신보를 감상하기 전에 명심해야할 몇 가지 사항. 첫째, 혹시나 하는 마음으로 현 메인스트림의 파티 클러빙 넘버를 기대하지 말 것. 그것은 힙합 선생님에 대한 예의가 아니다. 둘째, 선생님께 한 수 배운다는 마음가짐을 미리 몸에 익혀놓을 것. 이 앨범은 곧 그 자체가 힙합 교과서이자 힙합 강의이다. 마지막으로, 앨범에서 배운 내용들을 빠짐없이 기억하고 또 복습해서 향후 자신의 음악 생활의 밑거름으로 삼을 것. 이상이다. 절대 반 장난 식으로, 혹은 비꼬려는 이야기가 아니다. 오히려 이러한 자세는 'The Teacher' 케이알에스원의 앨범을 접할 때 필수적으로 갖춰야 할 가장 기본적인 사항일지도 모른다.'Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Every...
