So, you're a Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think deeply, I think very deeply, I think very deeply I think, I think, I think very deeply, I think, I very deeply
Let's begin, what, where, why, or Will all be explained like instructions to a See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm of rational When I be asking you, "Who is dramatical?" This one or one, the white one or the black one the punk, and I'll 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 album Holding a pistol far from a lover my brother, S C O T T I just laughed, 'cause no one can me This is lecture two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was 'Poetry' you it's me This is my philosophy, many got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't
So stop burnin', and learn to earn respect that's just what KR collects See, what do you expect when you like a soft punk You walk down the street and get You got to have style, and to be original And everybody's gonna dis you Like me, we stood up for the Bronx And every mc had a response
You think we care? I know they are on the tip My posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk A lot of suckas would like to 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 that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I got I just produce, create, innovate on a higher I'll be back, but for now seckle
play the nine and you play the target You all know my name so I guess I'll just it Or should I say, this, I am an artist Of new concepts at hardest Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher, the Scott is a It about money 'cause we all make dollars why I walk with my head up When I hear wack I get fed up
Rap is like a set-up, a lot of A lot of suckas colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm Huh, but they all wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or I'm brown the Boogie Down Productions, of course our be thumpin' Others say bad, but they're buggin'
Let me you somethin' now about hip hop D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a what I write is for the average New Yorker Some mc's be talkin' and to show how black people are walkin' But I don't this way to portray Or reinforce stereotypes of
Like all my brothas eat 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 don't care 'cause the company is sellin' it my philosophy, on the industry Don't bother dissin' me, or wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the 'Cause it's about time one of hear it And hear it from the intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no or ham Or chicken or Turkey or 'Cause to me that's suicide Let us get back to we call hip hop And it meant to DJ Scott La Rock
How many mc's must get Before somebody says, don't Kris This is one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, is one penny My brother's is Kenny, that's, Kenny Parker My other I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is up of teachers The lecture is conducted from the mic the speaker
Who weaker? The king or the teacher It's not about a salary it's all reality Teachers and do the world good Kings just rule and most are understood If you were to or govern a certain industry All inside this room now would be in misery No one get along nor sing a song 'Cause be singing for the king, am I wrong?
So yo, what's up, me again La Rock, KRS, BDP again Many had the nerve To think that we would end the We're criminal minded, an 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 it's simple, to them it's kind of To take title To I'm like an idol, some type of entity In everybody's rhyme they mention me? Or rather mention us, me or La Rock But can get bust get robbed, get dropped
I don't play nor do I f around And you can tell by the that are left around some clown jumps up to get beat down Broken down to his last compound See how it sounds? A unrational A lot of like to use the word dramatical for '88, you suckas