Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

Well, now you're to listen to the teacher and the lesson
Class is in session, so you can guessin'
If this is a tape or a written memo
See I am a professional, is not a demo
In fact it a lecture, a visual picture
Sort of a and rhythm like mixture

Listen, I'm not dissin' but there's somethin' you're missin'
Maybe you touch reality, stop wishin'
For beats with bass and lyrics said in haste
If this doesn't manifest put it to rest
I am a poet, you try to show it, yet it
It takes concentration for communication

Observation, that is to see speaking
Take off your coat, notes, I am teachin'
A class, or rather school, 'cause you need
I am not a or queen, I'm not ruling
This is an to poetry
A dedication to those that might know of me

They might of you and maybe your gang
But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can
yo, I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow
Say something now, so
You to be the type that only understand
The annihilation and destruction of the man

not poetry, that is insanity
It's fantasy far from reality
Poetry is the language of
is a form of positive creation
Difficult, it? The point? You're missin' it
Your face is in front of my hand so I'm it

Scott La is innovating, decorating hip-hop
The beat may but not like all the others
just cover while I just smother
Every single stupid mutha, wait, wait
KRS-One will to show another
MC or self-proclaimed or queen

Or gang or crew or or team
That I business, so tell me what is this?
See I come from the Bronx so just kiss
Boogie Productions is somewhat an experiment
The antidote for sucka and they're fearin' it
It's self-explanatory, no writin' for me

The poetry I'm rattlin' is really not for
But if you want I will change the program
So, when I'm done you simply say, "Damn"
So, this is somewhat hypothetical
Boogie Productions attempts to prove somethin'
I say hypothetical because it's only
My theory, so a minute now to hear me

So what's your It seems you want to be KRS-Two
my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack
'Cos means simply one KRS
it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less
I've up my credential financially and mental
Anytime I rhyme, I request the

I clearly and that's merely
Or I say a mere, help to my career
I'm really not fashion or craze
Just the one who pays and how soon I get a
You're probably in a daze, out of sympathy
Wrote a couple of and think that you can get with me

But a pity, I'm rockin' New York City
And everywhere else, you put the on the shelf
You as an is outspoken
I'm looking at your face, you to be hopin'
That I might stutter, stop, or just up
But every thing's live that's why I don't up

"Blastmaster KRS" a for, "Fresh"
I'm the of the class, I do not pass no test
Got DJ La Rock by my side, not in back of me
'Cos we make up, The Boogie Down Productions faculty

Get it right, or yourself not to bite
'Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, it
I do not contemplate a cause it really ain't worth it
I'd rather point a pistol at head and try to burst it

I'm teaching poetry, I'm poetry
Scott La Rock, we're poetry