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Let's begin, what, where, why, or Will all be explained instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of When I be asking you, "Who is dramatical?" This one or one, the white one or the black one Pick the punk, and I'll jump up to one is just the guy to lead a crew Right up to face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the album cover Holding a pistol something far a lover my brother, S C O T T I just laughed, no one can defeat me This is lecture two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was 'Poetry' you know me This is my philosophy, artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I burn
So please stop burnin', and learn to earn 'Cause that's what KR collects See, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft You walk the street 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 that they are on the tip My from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly A lot of suckas would like to me but they can't 'Cause like a champ, I have got a of knocking out The in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get loose I come to tell you I got juice I produce, create, innovate on a higher level be back, but for now just seckle
I'll play the nine and you the target You all know my so I guess I'll just start it Or should I say, this, I am an artist Of new at their hardest Yo, I'm a teacher, the Scott is a scholar It ain't money 'cause we all make dollars That's why I walk my head up When I wack rhymes I get fed up
Rap is a set-up, a lot of games A lot of with 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 our music be thumpin' 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 talkin' and Tryin' to show how black people are But I don't walk way to portray Or stereotypes of today
Like all my brothas eat chicken and broken English and drug sellin' See I'm tellin', and teaching facts The way some act in rap is of wack And it lacks creativity and But they don't care 'cause the company is 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 it first-hand from the intelligent brown 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 what it to DJ Scott La Rock
How many must get dissed Before somebody says, don't with This is just one style, out of Like a piggy bank, is one penny My brother's name is Kenny, that's, Kenny My brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of The lecture is from the mic into the speaker
Who gets The king or the teacher It's not about a salary it's all reality Teachers teach and do the world just rule and most are never understood 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, up, it's me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP Many had the nerve To think that we end the trend We're criminal minded, an which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, hit records No more than four minutes and some
The checks and checks 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 like an idol, type of entity In everybody's rhyme wanna mention me? Or rather mention us, me or Scott La But can get bust get robbed, get dropped
I don't around nor do I f around And you can tell by the bodies that are around some clown jumps up to get beat down Broken down to his very compound See how it sounds? A unrational A lot of mc's like to use the dramatical for '88, you suckas