So, you're a Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply, I think very deeply, I think deeply I think, I think, I think deeply, I think, I think very deeply
Let's begin, what, where, why, or all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm of rational 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 is just the guy to lead a crew Right up to face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album Holding a pistol something far a lover my brother, S C O T T I laughed, 'cause no one can defeat me This is number two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was 'Poetry' you know me This is my philosophy, many got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't
So stop burnin', and learn to earn respect 'Cause that's just KR collects See, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft 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 up for the South Bronx And sucka mc had a response
You think we care? I that they are on the tip My posse the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly A lot of would like to forget me but they can't 'Cause a champ, I have got a record of knocking out The in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I got I just produce, create, on a higher level I'll be back, but for now seckle
play the nine and you play 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, I'm a teacher, the Scott is a scholar It ain't about money 'cause we all make That's why I with my head up When I wack rhymes 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 they all just I'm not white or red or I'm brown the Boogie Down Productions, of our music be thumpin' say they're 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 Mainly what I write is for the average New mc's be talkin' and talkin' Tryin' to show how people are walkin' But I walk this way to portray Or stereotypes of today
all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon Talk broken English and sellin' See I'm tellin', and teaching real 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 bother dissin' me, or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or all the lyrics 'Cause it's about one of y'all hear it And hear it from the intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no or ham Or chicken or or hamburger to me that's suicide self-murder Let us get back to what we hip hop And what it meant to DJ Scott La
How many mc's get dissed Before says, don't with Kris This is just one style, out of Like a bank, this is one penny My brother's name is Kenny, that's, Kenny My other brother I.C.U. is much Boogie Down Productions is made up of The lecture is from the mic into the speaker
Who gets weaker? The king or the It's not about a salary it's all about Teachers and do the world good Kings just rule and most are never If you were to rule or govern a industry All inside this room right now would be in No one would get along nor 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 Many had the nerve To think that we end the trend We're criminal minded, an album which is ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit No more four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps They take the album, take it home, and start 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 wanna mention me? Or rather mention us, me or La Rock But they can get bust get robbed, get
I don't play nor do I f around And you can by the bodies that are left around When some clown jumps up to get down down to his very last compound See how it sounds? A unrational A lot of like to use the word dramatical for '88, you suckas