So, a philosopher? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply, I think very deeply, I very deeply I think, I think, I very deeply, I think, I think very deeply
begin, what, where, why, or when Will all be explained instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm of rational When I be asking you, "Who is dramatical?" This one or that one, the one or the black one Pick the punk, and I'll up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to a crew Right up to your and dis you
Everyone saw me on the album cover Holding a pistol far from a lover my brother, S C O T T I just laughed, no one can defeat me This is number two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was you know it's me This is my philosophy, many got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't
So please burnin', and learn to earn respect 'Cause that's what KR collects See, what do you expect when you rhyme a soft punk You walk down the and get jumped You got to have style, and learn to be And everybody's wanna dis you Like me, we stood up for the Bronx And sucka mc had a response
You think we care? I that they are on the tip My posse from the Bronx is thick and we're live, we walk correctly A lot of suckas would like to forget me but can't 'Cause like a champ, I got a record of knocking out The frauds in a on the mic, I believe that you should get loose I haven't to tell you I got juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher I'll be back, but for now just
I'll play the nine and you the target You all know my name so I guess I'll just it Or should I say, start this, I am an Of new at their hardest Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher, the is a scholar It ain't about money 'cause we all make why I walk with my head up When I hear rhymes I get fed up
Rap is like a set-up, a lot of A lot of with colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm Huh, but they all just I'm not white or red or I'm brown from the Down Productions, of course our be thumpin' Others say they're bad, but they're
Let me you somethin' now about hip hop D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a Mainly what I write is for the average New Some be talkin' and talkin' to show how black people are walkin' But I don't walk way to portray Or stereotypes of today
Like all my eat chicken and watermelon Talk English and drug sellin' See I'm tellin', and teaching real The way some act in rap is of wack And it lacks creativity and But they care 'cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the Don't bother me, or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the 'Cause it's about time one of hear it And hear it first-hand from the brown man A vegetarian, no or ham Or or Turkey or hamburger 'Cause to me suicide self-murder Let us get back to we call hip hop And it meant to DJ Scott La Rock
How many mc's get dissed somebody says, don't with Kris This is just one style, out of Like a piggy bank, is one penny My brother's name is Kenny, that's, Parker My other I.C.U. is much darker Down Productions is made up of teachers The lecture is from the mic into the speaker
Who gets weaker? The king or the It's not about a it's all about reality Teachers and do the world good Kings just rule and are never understood If you were to rule or govern a industry All inside this right now would be in misery No one would get along nor sing a 'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I
So yo, up, it's me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP Many people had the To think that we end the trend We're criminal minded, an album which is ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, hit records No more than four and some seconds
The checks and checks and keeps checkin' They take the album, take it home, and sweatin' Why? it's simple, to them it's kind of vital To KRS-One's title To them I'm like an idol, some of entity In rhyme they wanna mention me? Or rather us, me or Scott La Rock But they can get get robbed, get dropped
I don't around nor do I f around And you can tell by the that are left around When some clown jumps up to get down down to his very last compound See how it sounds? A unrational A lot of mc's like to use the dramatical for '88, you suckas