So, you're a Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply, I very deeply, I think very deeply I think, I think, I think very deeply, I think, I think deeply
begin, what, where, why, or when Will all be like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of I be asking you, "Who is more 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 up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the album cover Holding a pistol something far from a my brother, S C O T T I just laughed, no one can defeat me This is lecture two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was you know it's me This is my philosophy, many got to learn I'm not flammable, I burn
So please stop burnin', and learn to earn that's just what KR collects See, what do you when you rhyme like a soft punk You walk down the and get jumped You got to have style, and to be original And everybody's gonna dis you Like me, we stood up for the South And every sucka mc had a
You think we I know that they are on the tip My posse from the Bronx is 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 that you should get I haven't come to you I got juice I just produce, create, on a higher level I'll be back, but for now just
I'll play the nine and you the target You all my name so I guess I'll just start it Or should I say, this, I am an artist Of new concepts at their Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher, the Scott is a It ain't about 'cause we all make dollars That's why I walk my head up When I hear wack I get fed up
Rap is a set-up, a lot of games A lot of suckas colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm Huh, but all just wick-wick-wack I'm not or red or black I'm from the Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be say they're bad, but they're buggin'
Let me tell you somethin' now 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 mc's be and talkin' Tryin' to show how people are walkin' But I don't walk this way to Or stereotypes of today
Like all my brothas eat and watermelon Talk broken English and drug See I'm tellin', and teaching facts The way some act in rap is kind of And it lacks creativity and But they care 'cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the Don't dissin' me, or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or all the lyrics 'Cause it's about time one of hear it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent man A vegetarian, no or ham Or chicken or Turkey or to me that's suicide self-murder Let us get to what we call hip hop And it meant to DJ Scott La Rock
How many mc's must get somebody says, don't with Kris This is one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, this is one My brother's name is Kenny, that's, Parker My other brother I.C.U. is much Down Productions is made up of teachers The lecture is conducted the mic into the speaker
Who gets weaker? The king or the It's not about a salary it's all about Teachers teach and do the world Kings just rule and most are understood If you were to or govern a certain industry All this room right now would be in misery No one would get nor sing a song 'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I
So yo, what's up, it's me Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP people had the nerve To think we would end the trend We're criminal minded, an which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, hit records No more than minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and and keeps checkin' They take the album, take it home, and start Why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of To KRS-One's title To them I'm like an idol, type of entity In everybody's rhyme they wanna me? Or mention us, me or Scott La Rock But can get bust get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around nor do I f And you can tell by the that are left around When some clown jumps up to get down Broken down to his very last See how it sounds? A unrational A lot of mc's like to use the dramatical Fresh for '88, you