So, you're a Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply, I think very deeply, I think deeply I think, I think, I think very deeply, I think, I think deeply
Let's begin, what, where, why, or Will all be explained like to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of When I be you, "Who is more dramatical?" This one or that one, the white one or the one Pick the punk, and jump up to attack one KRS-One is the guy to lead a crew up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last cover Holding a pistol far from a lover my brother, S C O T T I laughed, 'cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, 'My one, was 'Poetry' you know it's me This is my philosophy, artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I burn
So please stop burnin', and to earn respect 'Cause that's what KR collects See, what do you expect you rhyme like a soft punk You down the street and get jumped You got to style, and learn to be original And everybody's gonna dis you Like me, we stood up for the South And sucka mc had a response
You think we care? I know that are on the tip My from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly A lot of suckas like to forget me but they can't 'Cause like a champ, I have got a of knocking out The frauds in a second on the mic, I believe you should get loose I haven't to tell you I got juice I just produce, create, on a higher level I'll be back, but for now just
I'll the nine and you play the target You all know my name so I I'll just start it Or I say, start this, I am an artist Of new at their hardest Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher, the Scott is a It ain't about money 'cause we all dollars That's why I with my head up When I hear rhymes I get fed up
Rap is a set-up, a lot of games A lot of suckas with names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm Huh, but they all wick-wick-wack I'm not or red or black I'm brown from the Down Productions, of course our music be Others say bad, but they're buggin'
Let me you somethin' now about hip hop About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La get a pen, a pencil, a marker Mainly what I write is for the New Yorker Some mc's be and talkin' Tryin' to show how black are walkin' But I don't walk this way to Or reinforce stereotypes of
Like all my brothas eat chicken and broken English and drug sellin' See I'm tellin', and teaching real The way some act in rap is of wack And it lacks and intelligence But they don't 'cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the bother dissin' me, or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the 'Cause about time one of y'all hear it And it first-hand from the intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no or ham Or chicken or or hamburger to me that's suicide self-murder Let us get back to we call hip hop And what it meant to DJ Scott La
How mc's must get dissed Before somebody says, with Kris This is one style, out of many Like a bank, this is one penny My brother's name is Kenny, that's, Parker My other brother I.C.U. is much Boogie Down Productions is up of teachers The lecture is conducted the mic into the speaker
Who weaker? The king or the teacher It's not a salary it's all about reality Teachers teach and do the good just rule and most are never understood If you were to rule or govern a certain All inside this room right now be in misery No one get along nor sing a song everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?
So yo, what's up, me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP Many had the nerve To think that we would end the criminal minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit No more than four minutes and some
The checks and checks and keeps checkin' take the album, take it home, and start sweatin' Why? well simple, to them it's kind of vital To take KRS-One's To them I'm like an idol, some type of In everybody's rhyme wanna mention me? Or rather mention us, me or La Rock But they can get bust get robbed, get
I don't around nor do I f around And you can tell by the bodies that are around When some clown jumps up to get beat Broken down to his very last See how it sounds? A little A lot of mc's to use the word dramatical Fresh for '88, you