So, a philosopher? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I very deeply, I think very deeply, I think very deeply I think, I think, I think very deeply, I think, I think deeply
Let's begin, what, where, why, or Will all be like 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 white one or the one the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one KRS-One is the guy to lead a crew Right up to your 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 just laughed, 'cause no one can me This is number two, 'My Philosophy' one, was 'Poetry' you know it's me This is my philosophy, many got to learn I'm not flammable, I burn
So please burnin', and learn to earn respect 'Cause that's just what KR See, what do you expect when you rhyme a soft punk You walk down the street and get You got to style, and learn to be original And gonna wanna dis you me, we stood up for the South Bronx And every sucka mc had a
You think we care? I know that are on the tip My posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk A lot of suckas like to forget me but they can't 'Cause like a champ, I got a record of knocking out The frauds in a second on the mic, I believe you should get loose I haven't come to you I got juice I just produce, create, on a higher level I'll be back, but for now seckle
I'll play the nine and you play the You all know my so I guess I'll just start it Or should I say, start this, I am an Of new concepts at hardest Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher, the is a scholar It about money 'cause we all make dollars That's why I with my head up When I hear rhymes I get fed up
Rap is like a set-up, a lot of A lot of suckas with colorful 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 the Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be Others say they're bad, but they're
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 is for the average New Yorker Some be talkin' and talkin' to show how black people are walkin' But I walk this way to portray Or stereotypes of today
all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon Talk broken and drug sellin' See I'm tellin', and teaching facts The way act in rap is kind of wack And it creativity and intelligence But they don't care 'cause the is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the Don't dissin' me, or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the 'Cause it's about time one of y'all it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent man A vegetarian, no or ham Or or Turkey or hamburger to me that's suicide self-murder Let us get back to what we hip hop And it meant to DJ Scott La Rock
How many mc's must get Before somebody says, don't Kris is just one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, this is one My name is Kenny, that's, Kenny Parker My other I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down is made up of teachers The lecture is conducted the mic into the speaker
Who gets The king or the teacher It's not a salary it's all about reality Teachers and do the world good just rule and most are never understood If you to rule or govern a certain industry All inside this room right now would be in No one would get nor sing a song 'Cause 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 end the trend We're minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit No than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps They take the album, it home, and start sweatin' Why? well it's simple, to it's kind of vital To KRS-One's title To them I'm like an idol, some of entity In everybody's they wanna mention me? Or mention us, me or Scott La Rock But they can get get robbed, get dropped
I play around nor do I f around And you can tell by the bodies are left around When some clown up to get beat down Broken down to his very compound See how it A little unrational A lot of mc's like to use the word for '88, you suckas