So, a philosopher? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply, I very deeply, I think very deeply I think, I think, I think deeply, I think, I think very 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 asking you, "Who is dramatical?" one or that one, the white one or the black one Pick the punk, and I'll jump up to one KRS-One is the guy to lead a crew up to your face 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 lecture number two, 'My one, was 'Poetry' you know it's me This is my philosophy, many artists got to I'm not flammable, I burn
So please stop burnin', and learn to respect 'Cause that's just what KR See, what do you expect when you rhyme a soft punk You walk down the and get jumped 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 they are on the tip My posse from the is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly A lot of suckas would to forget me but they can't 'Cause like a champ, I have got a record of out The frauds in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get I haven't to tell you I got juice I just produce, create, innovate on a level be back, but for now just seckle
I'll play the nine and you the target You all know my name so I guess I'll start it Or I say, start this, I am an artist Of new at their hardest Yo, I'm a teacher, the Scott is a scholar It about money 'cause we all make dollars That's why I walk my head up I hear wack rhymes 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 just I'm not white or red or I'm brown from the Boogie Productions, of course our music be Others say they're bad, but they're
Let me tell you 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 people are But I don't walk this way to Or reinforce stereotypes of
Like all my brothas eat and watermelon Talk broken and drug sellin' See I'm tellin', and teaching facts The way some act in rap is kind of And it creativity and intelligence But they care 'cause the company is sellin' it my philosophy, on the industry Don't dissin' me, or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or all the lyrics '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 'Cause to me that's suicide Let us get back to what we hip hop And what it meant to DJ Scott La
How mc's must get dissed Before somebody says, don't Kris is just one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, is one penny My brother's name is Kenny, that's, Kenny My other brother I.C.U. is darker Boogie Down is made up of teachers The lecture is conducted from the mic the speaker
Who weaker? The king or the teacher not about a salary it's all about reality Teachers teach and do the world Kings just rule and most are never If you were to or govern a certain industry All this room right now would be in misery No one get along nor sing a song 'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I
So yo, what's up, it's me La Rock, KRS, BDP again Many had the nerve To think we would end the trend We're criminal minded, an album is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, hit records No more than four minutes and some
The competition checks and and keeps checkin' They take the album, it home, and start sweatin' Why? it's simple, to them it's kind of vital To take KRS-One's To them I'm an idol, some type of entity In everybody's they wanna mention me? Or rather mention us, me or 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 clown jumps up to get beat down Broken to his very last compound See how it sounds? A unrational A lot of mc's like to use the word Fresh for '88, you