So, a philosopher? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply, I think very deeply, I think deeply I think, I think, I think very deeply, I think, I very deeply
begin, what, where, why, or when Will all be explained like instructions to a See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?" This one or one, the white one or the black one Pick the punk, and I'll up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to a crew Right up to 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 laughed, 'cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, 'My Number one, was 'Poetry' you it's me This is my philosophy, artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't
So please burnin', and learn to earn respect 'Cause that's just what KR See, what do you expect you rhyme like a soft punk You walk the street 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 Bronx And sucka mc had a response
You think we care? I know they are on the tip My posse the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly A lot of suckas would like to forget me but they '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 come to you I got juice I produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back, but for now seckle
I'll play the and you play the target You all know my name so I guess just start it Or I say, start this, I am an artist Of new concepts at hardest Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher, the is a scholar It ain't about money 'cause we all make That's why I walk with my up When I hear wack I get fed up
Rap is like a set-up, a lot of A lot of suckas with 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 from the Boogie Down Productions, of course our be thumpin' say they're 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 average New Some mc's be and talkin' Tryin' to show how black are walkin' But I don't walk 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 facts The way some act in rap is of wack And it creativity and intelligence But they care 'cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the Don't bother me, or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the 'Cause about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent man A vegetarian, no or ham Or chicken or Turkey or 'Cause to me that's suicide Let us get to what we call hip hop And what it meant to DJ La Rock
How many mc's get dissed Before says, don't with Kris is just one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, is one penny My brother's name is Kenny, that's, Parker My other I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down is made up of teachers The lecture is conducted from the mic into the
Who gets The king or the teacher It's not about a it's all about reality Teachers and do the world good Kings just and most are never understood If you were to rule or govern a certain All inside room right now would be in misery No one would get along nor sing a 'Cause be singing for the king, am I wrong?
So yo, up, it's me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP Many had the nerve To think that we end the trend criminal minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit No more than four minutes and seconds
The checks and checks and keeps checkin' They the album, take it home, and start sweatin' well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital To take title To them I'm like an idol, type of entity In everybody's they wanna mention me? Or rather mention us, me or Scott La But they can get get robbed, get dropped
I don't play nor do I f around And you can tell by the bodies that are around When some clown jumps up to get beat Broken to his very last compound See how it A little unrational A lot of mc's like to use the word for '88, you suckas