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1. _ 9mm Goes Bang
La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la Buck! Buck! Chorus: Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) This is KRS-One... Verse 1: Me knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter He said I had his girl, I said "Now what are you? Stupid?" But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face He pulled his pistol anyway and I filled him full of lead But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said... Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Verse 2: Seven days later I was chillin in the herb gate But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate Puffin sensemilla I heard "knock knock knock" But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop And if it were a customer they'd ask me for a nick So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down The money and the sensemi' was lyin all around But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut Me jumped out the kitchen, went "buck! buck! buck!" They fall down to the floor but one was still alive So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead So just before he joined his potnah this is what I said... Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Verse 3: I gathered all the money and I ran up the block I said "This is a perfect time to meet with Scott LaRock" But Scott is either psychic or he has a knack for trouble Cos Scott LaRock showed up in a all-black BMW I jumped inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry And Scott said "What is wrong? Relax, tell me the story" I said "You remember Peter? Well his posse tried to kill me I'm all right now because the sensemi' fill me" Scott just laughed, he said "I know they're all dead And just before you pulled the trigger this is what you said..." Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 more free lyrics |
2. _ Jimmy
Intro The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! x2 Verse 1 Here is a message to the Super-Hoes Just keep in mind when Jimmy grows It grows and grows and grows, so let it But keep in mind about the epidemic When Jimmy releases, boy it pleases But what do you do about all these diseases? Jimmy is Jimmy, no matter what So take care of Jimmy cos you know what's up Cos now in winter AIDS attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh They're Jimmy Hats by KRS Chorus So, remember you're never too old (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Remember you're never too bold (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Do me a favour, wear your hat So Jimmy...will have the opportunity to come back Verse 2 Well, Red Alert is down with BDP Teachin' you all about Jimbrowski I don't wanna hear that you're not with it Turn around and see your butt in a clinic Havin' doctors just poke at Jimmy Let me express what now what's in me Too many people take too many risks Too many people I see get dissed Jimmy Hats are now in style Cos you can't trust a big butt and a smile Some are dry and some lubricated Many companies make and made it So all you Super-Hoes, wear your hat Cos drippin' Jimmies is straight up wack Keep in mind about Jimbrowski Jimmy Hats by BDP The J, the I, the M The M, the Y, the J, the I... It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! Repeat chorus more free lyrics |
3. _ Illegal Business
Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal Business controls America One afternoon around eleven o'clock It was freezing cold He was standing on the block Sellin' cheeba Mixin' dimes Sayin' a rhyme Just to pass the time The cops passed by But he stayed calm 'Cause the leather trench coat Was keepin' him warm But this time they walked by real slowly He thought to himself They look like they know me They drove away But he didn't stay He jumped in the cab And he paid his tab But guess who he saw When he hit the block It was the same cop car The same two cops They jumped out quick They pulled a gun They said, "Don't try to fight And don't try to run Cooperate and we will be your friend Non-cooperation will be your end" He jumped in the car And wile they rode They ran down the list of things he owed They said you owe us some money You owe us some product 'Cause you could be right In the river tied up He thought for a second and he said "What is this? You want me to pay you To stay in business?" They said, "That's right, or you go to prison 'Cause nobody out there is really gonna listen To a hood," so he said, "Good I'll pay you off for the whole neighborhood" Because Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal Business controls America (What can we get for sixty-three cents?) A guy named Jack is selling crack The community doesn't want him back He sells at work He sells in schools He's not stupid, the cops are the fools 'Cause everyone else Seems to go to jail But when it comes to Jack The cops just fail. They can't arrest him They cannot stop him. 'Cause even in jail The bail unlocks him So here is the deal And here is the facts If you ever wonder why They can't stop crack The police department Is like a crew It does whatever they want to do In society you have illegal and legal We need both to make things equal So legal is tobacco Illegal is speed Legal is aspirin Illegal is weed Crack is illegal, cause they cannot stop ya But cocaine is legal if its owned by a doctor Everything you do in private is illegal Everything's legal if they government can see you Don't get me wrong America is great place to live But listen to the knowledge I give Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal Business controls America Illegal Business controls America What can we get for sixty-three cents? What can we get for sixty-three cents? What can we get for sixty-three cents? KRS-One comes to start some hysteria What what what what What can we get for sixty-three cents Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal Business controls America Yeah, illegal business controls America (What can we get for sixty-three cents?) Yeah, KRS-One comes to start some hysteria (What can we get for sixty-three cents?) Yeah, BDP takin' over America (What can we get for sixty-three cents?) Ganja business controls America (What can we get for sixty-three cents?) Cocaine, sensi, aspirin, coffee, morphine, sugar, tobacco Got to go (What what what what can we get?) Illegal business controls America (What what what can we get?) Yeaaah (what what what what?) Ganja business controls America (What what what can we get for sixty-three cents?) Yeaaah, cocaine business controls America (What wha more free lyrics |
4. _ T'cha
[KRS-One] Easssssssssy mahn! It's impossible to take out Boogie Down Productions SEEN? Yes.. come mi say Intro/Chorus: KRS-One Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha [KRS-One] Me bus' upon the scene around 1986 A few hit records got me started real quick I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker All vegeterian, never eat pork or chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin Just like the gears of a watch, tock-tickin I never lose time cause the rhyme is all digital For suckers like you, I turn the power up to critical On every playlist, waxin that anus Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL point every time you subtract an emcee People look at me, a P-O-E-T teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U. And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic Very psychological; why are you on the dick? Well, my evaluation is sudden Takin me out, is somethin closer to impossible You could try your best but frankly I don't think it's logical This is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the gift Chorus [KRS-One] Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PA-AI-ID Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be delayed Boogie Down Productions at the head of the raid Always gettin brighter while the suckers will fade Life is very serious, it's not an arcade So everything you're hearing, KRS has made MC's grab the microphone but don't know what to say So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way I always call you females by your name, not "Hey!" Cause "Hey" will only make a real woman turn away, GWAN Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr Well then you know that KRS don't carrrre Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by And then you know that KRS don't carrrre You always call a freak, by the garment they wear Instead of call it clothes they always callin it gear Big derriere to make the next man stare Attracted to the man with jheri curls in him hair Always puffin cheeba with a forty of beer But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare, GWAN Hold up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO! Hold up ya han-ds, if you do underst-and The style that I'm sayin, without no delayin is Blastmaster KRS-One, just playin It's really kinda easy for me, to do a style like this It's kinda primitive, so please don't miss the way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never shown My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the Home No one out can compete And not another DJ rocks this type of beat Come mi say Chorus [KRS-One] Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow with M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow People takin pictures of me everywhere I go Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe YES! ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-zi ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi say Chorus more free lyrics |
5. _ Beef
Beef, what a relief When will this poisonous product cease? This is another public service announcement You can believe it, or you can doubt it Let us begin now with the cow The way it gets to your plate and how The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man So through his greed he makes a faster plan He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker Through the stress the cow gets sicker Twenty-one different drugs are pumped Into the cow in one big lump So just before it dies, it cries In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it And there it is, in your local supermarket Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed And you wonder about heart attacks? Come on now man let's be for real You are what you eat is the way I feel But, the Food and Drug Administration Will tell you meat is the perfect combination See cows live under fear and stress Trying to think what's gonna happen next Fear and stress can become a part of you In your cells and blood, this is true So when the cow is killed, believe it You preserve those cells, you freeze it Thaw it out with the blood and season it Then you sit down and begin eatin it In your body, it's structure becomes your structure All the fear and stress of another Any drug is addictive by any name Even drugs in meat, they are the same The FDA has America strung out On drugs in beef no doubt So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete It's the number one drug on the street Not crack, cause that was made for just black But brown beef, for all American teeth Life brings life and death brings death Keep on eatin the dead and what's left Absolute disease and negative Read the book 'How to Eat to Live' By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback For anybody, either white or black See how many cows must be pumped up fatter How many rats gotta fall in the batter How many chickens that eat shit you eat How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet See you'll consume, the FDA could care less They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS more free lyrics |
6. _ Word From Our Sponsor
Intro: This is a test Of the Boogie Down Production Prevention Against Sucka MC's In the event of a real emergency You would have been instructed On which jams to play And how loud to blast your radio And now, a word from our sponsor Verse One: I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One Provin that my job ain't done until I get some More, no need to roar or yell Cos I can still tell what will sell And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll That style is old, so unfold Blossom, bloom, you got the room So go ahead and consume A new era, KRS-One comes better Bite another lyric? Never Cos I'm too clever, however I own my own label Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable And partner Lee Smith I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift Hip-hop, hip-hop My voice is like a monster And now a word from our sponsor Verse Two: Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten I gotta start this rhyme again How many words can I find that rhyme And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time Not many but I have plenty Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any- One, any daughter, any son that comes my way Hey, you got to go the other way I represent my DJ Scott LaRock D-Nice, the beat box I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks Many people know me, yet I'm known by few My name is KRS-One, son Not two or three or four or five or six The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix Verse Three: Cool like the air we breathe Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail As sure as my name is "Blastmaster KRS" Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale From the days of prison I have uprisen To my family members I'm marked down as missin Listen, circumstances put me right in the street With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep Some weep, or should I rather say some cry Can't get by so later on they die Because the strong will survive The weak will perish Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish I love what I got and like what I had I'm glad, not sad, and I don't even get mad I get even, myself and some others I believe in Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta Let me pause, and now a word from our sponsor more free lyrics |
7. _ Essays On Bdp-Ism
Verse 1 Am I supposed to stand here? These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here Scott, turn up the master So I can hear, and talk faster I'm the Blastmaster, cos I'm blasted I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted But Blastmaster is a subtitle KRS ONE is more vital And more lethal and more vicious As the suckers always say, "He just dissed us! He got a problem, yo, he's conceited" I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle Seconds later they're playin' that single Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically So the people in the place will automatically Time it, and dance right behind it Those that have it on tape will rewind it It's not surprising, we rock parties Anywhere, anyone, anybody Some sound shoddy, like cardboard But I'm blessed, praise the lord You see I like to study, I like money I like eatin' wheat bread with honey more free lyrics |
8. _ Exhibit E
[KRS-One] Lincoln said, in this piece here, he says... he frees the slaves; he said, "All slaves in armed rebellion." The slaves. Now understand one point: the African is not a slave, that's one point that they didn't realize when they were writin this. The African is not a slave. The African has a history far more advanced than this nineteen-ninety history we're in right now. He's not a slave. Lincoln's ultimately sayin now you were born a slave, you'll always be a slave, and all I will ever see you as is a slave, and I free you. more free lyrics |
9. _ Breath Control II
[KRS-One] Hah, giddyap! Ha ha ha hah.. Another dope dope dope style by the massive BDP crew Of course, I will now present to you a different view, for 1990 Of course, eighty-nine is behind me Check it out It's called breath control, breath control, breath control stylee Breath control a-lone, breath control A-LONE Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee Breath control a-lone.. It's KRS-One, yes the t'cha I wear Clarks and only Nike sneaker In your speaker, is the new style Dedicated to the intelligent child In the front row, or behind me We're gonna pull somebody file for the 90's You want lyrics? We come correct BDP, only movin with respect The other MC's, they can't believe me A when I rhyme it sound just like a CD We don't lip-sync, we go all live On stage, I bring about four or five That's D-Nice, Sydney, and Melodie And myself, Harmony, and Willie D We come humble, we just grumble while other MC's crew just crumble They want DANCERS, they want lighting They want effects, to make them look exciting But it's frightening, cause without that The whole crew, is whick whick whick whack BDP comes, with the cheapest and perform miracles like Jesus The total respect, we achieve it And the big head-liner can't believe it It's called breath control, breath control, breath control stylee Breath control a-lone, breath control A-LONE Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee Breath control a-lone.. get ready for the break.. Ha ha ha ha ha hah.. Well the styles I, usually dish out are so dope that you don't wanna miss out We got PAGES, of the dope stuff So in the record store, you can't pass by us GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC And hold on so you just don't lose it as a reference, for any MC that wanna test, K-R-S, O-N-E Cause I've been watchin, these other rap groups They walk around like they're some kinda big soup You can't touch them, you only see them in a arena or big coliseum So when you watch them, for a second Them sound NUTTIN like they do on record Them sound cheesy, them sound wheezy For twenty dollars boy you know them never please me So I see this, and prevent this It's like goin for a checkup at the dentist Cause when you come to a BDP performance The microphone, had better have endurance Cause we'll check it, and then wreck it And then the soundman has got to accept it Because it's breath control, breath control, breath control stylee Breath control a-lone, breath control A-LONE Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee Breath control a-lone.. take it out.. more free lyrics |
10. _ Ya Slippin'
(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'. Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was given) Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin This is the warning, known as the caution: Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress You can't match this style or attack this While I'm telling you, write on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle Total domination on stage Kris is the name, 22 is the age Those who wanna battle, I know who you are You got a little girl, you drive a little car You come into the place with that look on your face Before you ran the mile, you lost the race So assume you're doomed when you step in the room I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete I'll slide you to a funky beat So what do we have here? A sucka in fear I snatched your heart Put it way up on the chart At ten you're fucked At nine you suck At eight you're a sucker At seven-a mothafucka At six you're slapped At five you're just wacked At four you're lost At three, you're just soft At two you're an ass At one, you're a dick But before you slip, I'll whip Cuz homeboy, ya slippin' (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D, and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you, sayin?) I understand that music calms the savage beast But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece First a bass, a snare A little cut over there I add my name K-R-S And the shit becomes fresh I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought One again, the tactics of original arts We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal Run my rhyme on time and on schedule One after another, another to the next Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex Check your larynx It may get lower havin' sex Or may get higher When bustin' as a liar These are the things I teach so be tought To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought? If you come up with a number, notebook, or list It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap It's funny Just dissin' you I can make money But noone's tippin' My message is simple: Ya' slippin! (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin') E-N-O, S-R-K When you go through other albums, you're sure to say Goddam! They all seem to sound alike Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light Showing, glowing, on the top growing The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and more free lyrics |
11. _ I'm Still #1
Verse 1 D.J. Doc you know he's down with us D-Square, he's down with us Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us I.C.U., you know he's down with us D-Nice and McBoo, they're down with us Ms. Melodie, she's down with us Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us My manager Moe, he's down with us Castle-D boy, he's down with us D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us Robocop boy, he's down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm number one. People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope or a phase with a rope Sometimes I choke and try to believe when I get challenged by a million MCs I try to tell them, "We're all in this together!" My album was raw because no-one would ever think like I think and do what I do I stole the show, and then I leave without a clue What do you think makes up a KRS? Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking? Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble Rebel, renegade, must stay paid not by financial aid, but a raid of hits causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style Rockin' off-beat with a smile or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to BDP Posse so I love to step in the jam and slam I'm not Superman, because anybody can or should be able to rock off turntables Grab the mic, plug it in and begin But here's where the problem starts, no heart Because of that a lot of groups fell apart Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School cuz Rap is still a brand-new tool I say no-one's from the Old School cuz Rap on a whole isn't even twenty years old Fifty years down the line, you can start this cuz we'll be the Old School artists And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme A brand-new style, ruthless and wild Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun cuz even then, I'm still number one. Verse 2 Blastmaster KRS-One of course comes to express with style the lost ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present Knock, knock, who is it? A brand-new style, hup, time to change People talk about me when they see me on stage Live in action, guaranteed raw I hang with the rich and I work for the poor Now tomorrow you can say you saw KRS-One stompin' once more I play by ear, I love to steer the Alfa Romeo from here to there I grab the beer, but not in the ride cuz I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive I'm not a beginner, amateur or local My album is sellin' because of my vocals You know what you need to learn? Old School artists don't always burn You're just another rapper who's had his turn Now it's my turn, and I am concerned about idiots posing as kings What are we here to rule? I thought we were supposed to sing And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak KRS-One is something like a total renegade except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin' Politicians lyin', I'm tryin' not to escape, but hit the problem head-on by bringin' out the truth in a song So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions made a little noise cuz the crew was sayin' somethin' People have the nerve to take me for a gangster An ignorant one, something closer to a prankster Doin' petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary But in a scale of crime that's really elementary This beat is now compelling me to explain in silence why my last jam was so violent It's simple: BDP will teach reality No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free So now you know, a poet's job is never done But I'm never overworked, cuz I'm still number one. Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us Stetsasonic, more free lyrics |
12. _ Jack Of Spades
* was also featured in the movie "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka" [KRS-One] Again we start, let me say my part About the only guy who has some heart It took some time for the heart to come but it's HERE, and everybody's in fear Crashin through the door of that WHORE Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR What you saw, KRS-One is now seeing Another fly human being Making, no excuses for the losers Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers You don't like it but you gotta keep PUSHIN until somebody starts MUSHIN all these suckers, claimin to rule the environment (Nah man, I ain't buyin it) You seem to think that everybody can be taught that everyone else can be bought But, you took a short, cause one guy hasn't been paid He is the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * [KRS-One] He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal But don't let the temper boil Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows (That's right boy, anything goes!) The crime is commited and he's right on your tail There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail All the ends, are justified by the means when Jack's on the scene Track the movement, don't lose it cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME Here is the aim -- destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes We don't like, criminals, and crime -- but we don't pay it any mind So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy Slade, Hammer, and Slammer I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar If you ain't up on it you GOTTA fall to the back of the line Hear this rhyme, cause I'ma say it one more time It's JACK'S theme song that KRS made It's called the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * [KRS-One] You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse If you wanna see more, just watch me MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air And scream it out, ohh yeah "OHH YEAHHH!!" One more time! "OHH YEAHHH!!" (Flash the rhyme!) Cool, guy, loud and quiet If your head's in the way, he'll FLY IT Don't try it, cause Jack of Spades doesn't BUY IT He's a one man riot Cleanin the community, of all it's debris The C-R-I-M-E The road was long and scary and some didn't make it The average guy couldn't take it But JACK, is not, the average guy He took a piece of the pie and BIT IT Got with it, for his brother he DID IT So you gotta admit it This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero WHY? Because he started from zero In this battle he clearly understands their power They're payin people by the hour to sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny they are gettin everybody HIGH High on a cable, cash under the table Currency is how they're able to buy the cops and props and keep the law PAID But here comes the Jack of Spades! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * [KRS] Break it down! * D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." * [KRS-One] Fresh.. for Jack of Spades, you SUCKERS Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah.. more free lyrics |
13. _ 7 Dee Jays
[KRS-One] YES! Chillin in the place right now Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKER Because the Africanism is in EFFECT So check it out, MAN! And try not to bite the lyrics POI! So come in now with the chorus of the day Because we don't play Chorus: KRS-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live [D-Nice] Bust it, yo I love to diss whores, I love to do tours Makin young ladies just drop their drawers and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!" From that point on, I say we're on for the night But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee I say, "Please hoe, it's all about me" [Heather B] It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa And now you wanna laugh at her I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her to find out she's a man without a manicure Go to President DeKlerk without askin her and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her for every freedom fighter start crashin her And then Heather B will get nastier and pull out my two shot derringer Cause yes, Heather B comes classier Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer makes up the dope crew called, Edutainer You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label [KRS-One] Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! [Jamal-Ski] {best guess} Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em Come follow me the man me work for the mic They call me top celebrity Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done Me read from Genesis unto Relevation Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan Me have armitage, me have enough stylee Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna [KRS-One] Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony [Harmony] Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call follow me follow me, Sister Harmony I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup I'm a, stimulator, administrator Activator, initiator Captivator, originator Perculator, perk you up It's Harmony, the minor key That moves with the rhythm passionately I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of BDP It's easy, for me you see I ain't the one or the two, I'm the three And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr (badda-ba-ba-by-by) Chorus: KRS-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But KRS, you're gonna make the party live [KRS-One] Well now it's Blastmaster KRS-One When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done Pray to my father cause yes more free lyrics |
14. _ Poisonous Product
Back off, crack off, slack off Act off your instinct And think in a wink, or blink I'll make your body shrink I use ink and memory, my record companies selling me My fans be telling me I'm the greatest You hate this, rigid, metaphysical, criminal mided poet Don't blow it, if it's lost, I'll show it If its torn, I'll sew it It's kinda off beat yeah I know it The styles I originate, I don't wait for fate I practice love not hate But MCs get ache They wait and hesitate on the act But always can debate on that trivial fact This is KRS and I'm black! Same color as the brothers in Iraq War is wack, especially when you die in vain Bush invaded Panama, how can you really place blame on Hussein? Regardless of the name, the insane economic game has got to change Like a range rover over the plains I come equipped to rip shit Not ignorant, intelligent - artistic - inquisitive - poisitive and negative The sedative is the poetry I give How yah live KRS is in the house! The poisonous product (is) pimped out to poor people Penetrates pieces of their thinking equal It comes in peaceful thru the "TELL-LIE-VISION" Distorts your vision Now the lies got you wishin' thru transmission You wanna be a better Christitan You wake up sunday mornin' to watch "TELL-LIE-VISION" Mission - Christians be sayin "Accept Jesus in your life" Christianaty was founded 400 years after Christ What are you accepitng in your life? Christianty or the teachings of Christ? Make up your mind, they're not the same thing In 1992 the blind leads the blind Right into the ground they can't show you where god is Because they haven't found! First - put down your Bible and release your sins The Bible is dead, god is alive Within, metaphysically speaking, I'll be clear You wanna see god? Take a look in the mirror! A tree is always known by its fruit A human being can walk up right or crawl like a brute Yeah, now who do you salute? The barbarian teaches us to hate our roots! Despise our culutre, look for culture in another man's existance Resist this - resist this master plan... To turn the black man into a statistic Why? Cuz he's materialistic He wants to make a record but thru none of the logistics of it Love it or leave it alone Blastmaster KRS is on the microphone In the houuuuuseee... more free lyrics |
15. _ Breath Control
[KRS-One] + [somebody beatboxing] Let me tell you bout a crew I know [ba BUM BUM] Called Boogie Down Productions and they steal the show [ba BUM BUM] With DJ Scott LaRock and KRS-One [ba-bum, ba-ba-bum, ba-bum-ba-bum-bababababababababa] With D-Nice you know the job is done and I know [boom-ba-bum] oh yes I know [ba-boom-ba-bum] I know because I'm KRS-One, yo check this out [beatbox continues in the background] [KRS-One] Breath control.. here's an example I appeal, to the +Criminal Minded+ You can't find it, boy you're still blinded Why don't you open your eyes and stop DISSIN Get a prescription to listen Sit in the class and ask real fast about a FRESH RAP You're gettin left back, set back, kept back Get back, I don't accept that material Your rhymes are artificially flavored like cereal I like clarity, so when you come here speak clear and concise and then I might give a little slack to.. nah, wait - I take that back If you're wack, I'll slap, FUCK THAT! Boogie Down Productions back, simply cause we never left the radical sounds of KRS What a mess, to roll up and then 'fess Wild guess huh, you thought you were the best? But - yup yup - as it always turns out You get burned out, your rhymes just run out I immediately come out, BOOMIN dope and don't provoke, you're walkin a very thin rope Not even rope, the word I'm lookin for is string When I sing, I sing to try and bring enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin it Radio's fightin it, the fans be likin it Your face I'm wipin it, cause your mouth is dirty You're unworthy to THINK that you can serve me You heard me? These styles are universal You need rehearsal, wait, first I'll beef up the system, rhyth, rhymin, timin, climbin Then realizing As producer of this dope record huh I think it's time we break for a second Breath control.. [KRS-One] That's it, that's it, that's it Break is over, back to the track Resume attack, on the crews that are wack We don't lack, I mean, we don't like the played out styles when we're rockin the mic The radical rebel at level fifteen The amp only goes to ten, you know what I mean? As it seems, it seems that you're doomed Yes I'll boom and consume the WHOLE room Not a part, not a fraction or a sum but ALL, capital KRS-One B-D-B-D-B-D-B-D-P Takin MC's out constantly! Because you're no big deal, you're no big wheel You steal, come before me and kneel but I'm not a king, I'm not a queen, I'm not a ace I'm not a jack, I'm not a MC or a playboy and I just ain't wack I feel that you should get an understanding You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming Hypothetically, or in reality Takin you out, is a SMALL technicality Rhymes like these, or rhymes like THIS ONE comes in handy, while I diss some soft silly low budget sucker like yourself I got the style you need, in my house on the shelf labelled, sucker boy style I like to do it every once in a while.. more free lyrics |
16. _ Build And Destroy
[Kenny] Yeah.. whoo! Aiyyo Will? [Will] Whassup Kenny? [Kenny] I got a serious problem man [Will] What's the problem? [Kenny] Yo after all these years of rippin shit These suckers still try to front! [Will] But check this out we've been on tour with everybody so I don't know why they frontin [Kenny] Everybody! Y'all be in every party I be in every jam I see they faces and they look at me and front [Will] They come to every show and know we break shit up all the time [Kenny] You know what.. yo Kris, what's your opinion? [KRS-One] Yo, I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me Rearrange me, tame me, try to game me, you don't play me When I grab the mic then SHOCK the party spot Your rhymes are flip-flop, I'll rock, hip-hop Non-stop, me nah stop rock You CAN touch this, but you'll get shot Now what's this all about? Kris and humanity In my face you're happy, on vinyl you're mad at me Yo, pro-blackness is your solution But I don't really know about that style you using yo Too many Teachers in the class spoil the class After awhile you got blabbering fucking fools That's worse than always talking about sex, let's build It ain't enough to study Clarence 13X The white man ain't the devil I promise You want to see the devil take a look at Clarence Thomas Now you're saying, "Who?" like you a owl Throw in the towel, the devil is Colin Powell You talk about being African and being black Colin Powell's black, but Libya he'll attack Libya's in Africa, but a black man will lead a black man, to fight against his homeland An accomplice to the devil is a devil too The devil is anti-human, who the hell are you? I lecture and rap without rehearsal I manifest as a black man but I'm universal The capital K, small R-I-S Capital P, small A-R, capital K, small E-R We are, the star Without the use of a car we go far I build and destroy! [Kenny] Yeah Kris, serve em man, serve em! [Will] Yo why're they so jealous of BDP? [Kenny] I don't know Will.. yo don't get mad, get fresh man! [Will] Word [KRS] Don't ever try to challenge BDP! [Kenny] Man.. just shut the fuck up and listen! [KRS-One] This shit is crazy! Your remarks don't faze me! People have a problem with me, cause I ain't lazy I talk on vinyl then I act What have you done, besides critique KRS-One? I create organizations Without organization, there'll be no black nation What the fuck are you really saying? You ain't a human while your music's boomin anti-human I'm assumin -- if you ain't human you're a beast The white man could be the devil all the day, that's the least What are you doing for yourself black man? Trying hard to be the original man - who? The first man, with the first tan, on the first land with the first clan, who gives a damn???! In history KRS is WELL advised But it's something that my brain won't memorize I don't base my whole life on memory I base my life on my spirit and body chemistry Africa is the home of humanity Which makes the African a humanist, challenge me You gotta learn not to be so concerned with the original man, and see the criminal man, yeah! The now man, with the now plan, with the now tan with the right now genocide master plan Damn! We gotta think about stopping this God is not any black man on the land; God is conciousness When you understand this you'll see Kris Until then, you can get dissed I'm not your prophet, messiah, minister, or savior Chill with that ill behavior I zero in like a laser You're cuttin your wrists with a razor I got all type of flavors Yes I am the original teacher You gotta study the Qu'ran, Torah, Bahavaghita The Bible, Five Baskets of Buddha Zen And w more free lyrics |
17. _ Stop The Violence
Worldwide BDP are the freshest! Worldwide! Worldwide! Worldwide! One two three, the crew is called BDP and if you want to go to the tip top stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen as my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what's going on someone's doing wrong, the story goes on Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated the drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books social studies when I speak upon political crooks It's just the presidents, and all the money they spent all the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle then they get upset when the press blows the whistle Of course the main profiles are kept low you temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled Not only newspapers, but every single station you only get to hear the president is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say "go back" to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran but how many veterans are out there pedaling? There's no telling, 'cause they continue selling As quiet as it's kept, I won't go into depth You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya. Now I take a look, I say "USA for Africa?!" Huh. What's the solution, to stop all this confusion? Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you're using Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation we fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation BDP posse! I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O This might sound a little strange to you well here's the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence Cause real bad boys move in silence When you're in a club, you come to chill out not watch someones blood just spill out That's what these other people want to see another race fight endlessly You know we're being watched, you know we're being seen Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop But I won't drop not I or Scott LaRock Now here is the message that we bring today: hip-hop will surely decay if we as a people don't stand up and say: "Stop the violence!" "Stop the violence!" "Stop the violence!" "Stop the violence!" "Stop the violence!" I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O BDP and me we step into the party top celebrity Say when we're coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee Cause that's where we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plain Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train Some people look at me and see negativity some people look at me and see positivity But when I see myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid One two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O more free lyrics |
18. _ The Bridge Is Over
Intro: I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over Verse One: You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei Down with the sound called BDP If you want to join the crew well you must see me Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin like they gay Pickin up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say Sayin that hip-hop started out in Queensbridge Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to tell them agaaain Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to te-ell them Manhattan keeps on makin it, Brooklyn keeps on takin it Bronx keeps creatin it, and Queens keeps on fakin it Verse Two: Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, aiy! All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, cause Here's an example of KRS-One, bo! Here's an example of KRS-One They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya But instead of helpin ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin Like Doug E. Fresh said "I tell you now, you ain't nuthin" Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions So easy now man, I me say easy now mon To KRS-One you know dem can't understand Me movin over there and then me movin over here This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl? Don't know you know that he's out of touch What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan? On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks You'd better change what comes out your speaker You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped You're still tellin lies to me Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny But you're still tellin lies to me more free lyrics |
19. _ Gimme Dat (Woy)
[KRS-One] Right, right! (Woy) Bring it (Woy) BDP (Woy) BDP (Woy) BDP (Woy) Now smooth it out (Woy, Woy) (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Alright, here we go (Woy, Woy) Hi, hello, whassup, and what's happenin? I am known as the teacher in rappin Some need slappin, cause what they're sayin is wack and weak and - wait, let me speak (Woy) Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that (Woy) yang-yang, or you'll be down with the chain gang (Woy) Draggin your feet, to a beat produced by BDP (Woy) One of the many, from the library (Woy) I teach HIP-HOP for a living So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin KRS-One two three four, encore I'm not a freshman, sophomore, and further more (Woy) I graduated from the school of no shorts to the world of rappin I brought "That's it, that's all, single, no more, no less" That style was created by DJ KRS (Woy) Offbeat got you out your seat (Woy) When I created the style, they studied every single week (Woy) Now you come in my face like you're rulin? (Woy) But I'm teacher boy, who you foolin! See there's no defense against common sense confidence, intelligence or excellence Intense, but here's the difference KRS-One does NOT mean ignorance Try obediance, magnificence As a reference, STOP THE VIOLENCE Criminal Minded, Poetry, and Jimmy Hats Is that your title? GIMME DAT! (WOY) (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Now let's take it back a little bit (Woy, Woy) (Woy) (Woy) You can't test BDP boy (Woy) So bust this down (Woy, Woy) While I got your attention I feel like just lettin off two or three lyric then steppin JETTIN, gettin the respect of a teacher My name is Kris, 23, glad to meet ya BDP +is+ the number one set I don't DROP science, I teach it, correct! Some get caught in my style like a net They can't get out, so I treat em like a pet Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me yet I bet you're kind of hungry, here's a CalCan, step Cause I've got no time to hold your hand I just SLAM, so you can understand who I am (Woy) The teacher, professor, scholar makin dollars (Woy) The trainer, entertainer, makin ya holla (Woy) The numero uno, number one, the best perfectionist (Woy) Crazy, fresh KRS (Woy, Woy) So GIMME DAT! (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Now take it on back (Woy, Woy) Original.. original.. original.. hit it! (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Original.. ah one two three, we out! (Woy, Woy) more free lyrics |
20. _ Nervous
[KRS-One] _By All Means Necessary_ Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One Mixed, by DJ Doc And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} BDP is in full and total effect I'm gonna shout out a couple of names We're gonna do it like this DJ Doc.. Manager Moe.. Ms. Melodie.. I.C.U., McBoo {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} D-Nice.. Scott LaRock.. KRS-One, I think that's me And you know what? I'm down with BDP {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} So right about this time you should throw your hands up in the air How many people got Nike's on? If you got your Nike's on, put your feet up in the air If you don't got Nike's on I think you need to keep your feet down Cause the party is live {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} and we're in total stereo, yaknowhatI'msayin? So all the suckers out there that wanna test It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} And at this point, we gettin a little stupid I'd like to say, DJ Doc is in the back chillin out On the 48-track board without a doubt Break it down Doc, like this! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} I'd like to give a shout out to who? Big Daddy Kane Heavy D, and Eric B. Melody, D-Square {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} So just throw your hands in the air Just throw your hands in the air KRS-One is here without a care And I don't have NO fears homeboy So all the suckers out there that wanna test BDP It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Now, here's what we do on the 48-track board We look around for the best possible break And once we find it, we just BREAK.. .. or, we just BREAK {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} There's two ways to do this, you see what I'm sayin? If you feel the board, you feel around We got tracks one to track 48 We find track seven, and break it down! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Okay.. this album has been funded by the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah! You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Okay, we gon' play a little game, break it down Doc Like this, or like THIS {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} You know what? I used to be a graffiti artist I used to write KRS-One all over the place All up in Soundview, in Brooklyn Then when the cops come for you, ha ha hah You just get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} And another thing: me and my crew, we made hit records all over the place but we left B-Boy Records And you know what happened after that point? Ha hah, they just got {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} more free lyrics |
21. _ South Bronx
Scott La Rock: Yo, wassup Blastmaster KRS-ONE. This jam is kickin' KRS: Word! Yo, what-up D-Nice? D-Nice: Yo, wassup Scott La Rock? SLR: Yo man, we chillin' this funky fresh jam. I wanna tell you a little somethin' about us. We're the Boogie Down Productions crew and due to the fact that no-one else out there knew what time it was, we have to tell you a little story about where we come from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specialized in music I'll only use this type of style when I choose it Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attacks Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in Queensbridge If you popped that junk up in the Bronx you might not live Cause you're in... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) I came with Scott LaRock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earn, well it's well deserved, but without a crown, see, I still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With CoQue LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam Beat boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said "Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day Beat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway" They tried again outside in Cedar Park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what I'm talkin about Remember Bronx River rollin thick With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix When Afrika Islam was rockin the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash Patterson and Millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady takin out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was seventy-six, to 1980 The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go... So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own Scott LaRock And he's from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (8X) The human TR-808, D-Nice The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock Boogie...Down...Productions Fresh for '86, suckers! (Ha ha ha ha ha) more free lyrics |
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22. _ Drug Dealer
All over the world...
Chorus:
Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school
Verse One:
Drug dealer, understand historical fact
Every race got ahead from sellin drugs except Black
We are under attack, here comes another cold fact
In the 30's and 40's a drug dealer wasn't black
They were Jewish, Italian, Irish, Polish, etc. etc.
Now in 90 their live's a lot better
They'll sell you a sweater, a pair of pants cold hearted
But first sellin drugs and killin people is how they started
Drug dealer, black and Hispanic, stop killin one another
Cause in the ghetto we're all brothers
Organized economically, understand the psychology
America is the drug monopoly
They own the block and kill your brother for
Therefore, we got the same enemy - what's more, I go on tour
But who do you think picks up the bill?
A hard workin fireman? Chill
Repeat Chorus 2X
Verse Two:
Eighty percent of American business is created illegally
This is a fact I don't ask you to believe in me
If you're really in the drug game to win it
Eventually you're gonna get shot, open a clinic
Again, if you're really in the drug game to win it
Invest in a prison, therefore you can be put in it
Everyone else did it now they chillin
Above the law, while your under the law still killin
One another, wake up my Hispanic brother, my African brother
America's not your mother
Or your father, so don't bother with right or wrong
Just check out the logic in the song
Organize, realize, become unhypnotized
To the lies that your livin for the get high
See many people have forgotten the fact
That America was never ever built for Black
So when some people are gonna run and buy crack
Take the money and put it back into Black
It's only logic, see KRS-One will rock it
With knowledge, education for the people I
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23. _ Blackman In Effect
Wake up! Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it. It's time for the massive BDP crew at the top of the pile. Yo. In the morning I'm yawning, at noon is when I wake up Make up my bed break up the bread and said Scratching my head, why am I so damn intimidating? Is it because of laws designed to keep us waiting and waiting Thus hating all forms of a setback Get back, if you can't understand a rap act. This is the language of the people ready to hear the crew I've got no juice, 'cause I'm not getting juiced To have juice means you kiss and lick a lot of booty To have respect means you simply new or newly Heard what I had to say and felt as though you'd say that too I'm not down with a juice-crew But anyway I say today the message I create is great I don't preach hate, I simply get the record straight It's not the fault of the black race that we are misplaced We're robbin' and killin', your own medicine you taste You built up a race on the concept of violence Now in '90 you want silence Well, I want science, not silence but science Scientific fact about black The board of education acts as if it's only reality Is talking 'bout a Tom, Dick and Harry So now you learn your black history is questions and answers Every question but the Black Panthers Timbuctoo existed when the caveman existed Why then isn't this listed Is this because the blackman is the original man Or does it mean humanity is African I don't know, but these sciences are hidden For some strange reason it's forbidden To talk about, or converse on a political outburst I don't believe that I'm the first Or should I say the first one, or the first one that's done Music like I'm still number one Music like that or this is the incredible uplift Those that oppose get dissed But who will oppose the teacher when society's a wreck So check the blackman's in effect Near the Tigris and Euphrates Valleys in Asia Lies the Garden of Eden Where Adam became a father to humanity Now don't get mad at me But according to facts, this seems just fantasy Because man, the most ancient man Was found thousands of years before Adam began And where he was found, again they can't laugh at ya It's right, dead, smack in Africa But due to religious and political power We must be denied the facts every hour We run to school, tryin' to get straight A's Let's take a trip way back in the days To the first civilization on Earth, the Egyptians Giving birth to science, mathematics and music Religion, the list goes on, you choose it Egypt was the land of spiritual blessing Egypt was the land of facts, not guessing People from all over the world had come To learn from Egypt, Egypt number one So people that believe in Greek philosophy Know your facts, Egypt was the monopoly Greeks had learned from Egyptian masters You might say "Prove it", well here's the answers 640 to 322 b.C. originates Greek philosophy But in that era Greece was at war With themselves and Persia, what's more Any philosopher at that time was a criminal He'd be killed very simple This indicates that Greece had no respect For science or intellect So how the hell you created philosophy When you kill philosophers constantly The point is that we descend from kings Science, art and beautiful things African history is the worlds history This is the missing link and mystery Once we realise they all are African White will sit down with black and laugh again So judge not least ye might be judged By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged Matthew seven, first verse doesn't budge No man should walk the Earth and sludgez if you don't believe, you can go and check To see how and where the blackman's in e more free lyrics |
24. _ The Kenny Parker Show
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse This is our 4th album and we're STILL not takin no shorts Yeah.. ha hah! On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker As we say he can't get no darker All about action, not a fast talker All the whick whack sucker DJ's gotta try much harder My man Willie Willie Willie D Taggin up BDP with a fat marker And THIS, is what's on today's charter Ha hah hah All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air BDP rockin without no fear So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is throw the funky fresh beat in like this C'mon! * crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while * Ha hah Well it's me, down with BDP KRS-One rocks ANY party Rocks the beats, and the breaks Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes The suckers shake, while I'm creatin They get together and they start debatin How can we take him out one time? So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme I might go first, and he'll go second I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "Just checkin the mic" Droppin fresh styles I like So throw up your hands and drop your mic Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth well I'll go for self Rockin New York like no one else You can check any rapper from seventy-eight A few have rocked their whole career straight Some had dope twelve inches, count em But not many crews had slammin albums BDP rocks CONSISTENTLY From _Criminal Minded_ to 1990 Why? Well that's my secret baby Here's a hint: the public pays me So you can call me a public servant Not a King but a teacher, I'll believe I earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike If I walk to a jam well I'll rock the mic Gimme a chance and I'll rock the house But don't let a sucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle Adidas, Nike's, arms, mics Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike Step right up if that's what you like But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alllllright" I am your mentor Victory is mine, it's time you surrender Sucker! And just back up quickly Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show Oh, all of a sudden you don't know or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face In case you bass I'll erase your whole rap Tell you right now I ain't TRYIN to hear that I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew I deny your existence as artists You're puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone You fail to realize nope you're not alone on the earth, the light comes forth as KRS Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and shed light Behave, you're still a 20th century slave Headed for the grave in a wave So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk and put a little pep in your step KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation in the nation, in creation Princes, Kings, Queens, or any occupation Like rappers with nuttin to say I crush those idiots and throw em away Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic mystics, with ma more free lyrics |
25. _ Exhibit D
[KRS-One] All you white people out there that think you're down with America can forget it. Cause they TAX all of us. All of us, one by one. Just take a look at Leona Helm-Helmsley. Taxed her, she's white I believe. *laughter* Yeah threw her butt right in jail. She ain't nothin but another hoe, according to this system. *laughter* You ain't pay your taxes hoe, get back in jail. *uproarious laughter* more free lyrics |
26. _ Exhibit A
*clapping, barking, and somebody yells "Yo whassup??!"* [Lawrence Krisna Parker] One two Rap music, what does it mean What is everybody in this industry for What is everybody, buying rap for Why do people get involved, in rap music Rap music number one, is the voice of black people, number one Number two, it's the LAST voice, of black people Black people have created every music you hear out here in the streets today Every single music, rock and roll down Therefore; in a situation that has, all African music in it All African music, uhh, exploiting itself of it, or coming out of it All African influence in all it's music And you have what is called American Music Awards You have what is called theft And what I would like to bring out today is rap music as, a revolutionary tool in changing the structure of racist america more free lyrics |
27. _ Exhibit B
[unknown speaker] History can never be made by one man, we must smash this one quickly History is made only by the masses of the people, this is clear Even a, cursory glance at the falasfallacious presentation of history by the American capitalist system, will demonstrate just this Take George Washington, as bad as he is Put him in the middle of Valley Forge, by himself, surrounded by the British, he can do nothing *laughing and applause* Mhmhmmmhmm Take Martin Luther King as righteous as he is Put him in the middle of Birmingham by himself, speaking out against racism He would be lynched But you take this same King, you take this same Washington Put them in Valley Forge, put them in Alabama Surround them with thousands of people who have the same ideas they do Willing to make those ideas reality and the situation changes drastically more free lyrics |
28. _ The Real Holy Place
Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? The only way to talk to God is in church? Hah hah hah, you must be KIDDING For years they kept God hidden Look for God in self, not in what's written Turn this up and listen If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian *whip cracks* If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian *whip cracks* If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian YOU wouldn't be a Christian!!! *whip cracks twice* Your whole culture's missing Hebrews are African, see they originated Judaism The belief in one God is monotheism, see the truth is not hard All you gotta know is the facts When religion mixes with politics... it ALL GETS WACK You gotta know your history, or they'll tell you that God is a mystery And when you're born, you're born in sin That's bullshit. That's BULLSHIT! They're only saying you can't win You can't succeed, you can't acheive Don't ask about God, just sit there and believe Well I ain't tryin to hear that lesson Cause one thing I know Cause one thing I know Cause one thing I know is that the truth can always be questioned YEAH that's how I'm livin Ask and ye shall be given When you're lyin, hah hah hah, you got no answers You got handclappers and a WHOLE lotta dancers in the church or sanctuary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary!!! that hung out with criminals I would say read the Bible but it's not the original So it's really misleading If you don't know the history of the author you don't know what you're reading If you DON'T know the history of the author you don't know what you've read You can't taste the nectar That answers the question on why I do lectures Cause where every MC claims to be the teacher, I be DISSIN professors Keep that Bible on your shelf God helps those that help themselves Stop reading from a dead book Stop reading from a dead book for a live God! You know how stupid you look! God reads the Bible with you You both read the language of the devil that's dissing you What can the next man do with a Bible in his hand that you yourself can't do? Whether Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, or Jew Burning candles don't get you down with the universal crew So why you dress up on Easter and worship a false Mary that looks like Mona Lisa? Hah hah, damn you lost On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? *bells jingle* On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? *bells keep jingling* On Christmas what's the purpose of Santa Claus!!! Or Saint Nickalaus, I'm sick of this wickedness All revolutionaries check this I'm not synthetic I'm not anti-Christian, anti-Muslim, anti-Buddhist, or anti-Semetic But I will set it off in the temple Cause the real holy place is mental The real holy place is mental The real holy place is mental *starts echoing* The real holy place is mental *echoing a lot* The real holy place is mental! The real holy place is mental!!! Mental-physical, metaphysical more free lyrics |
29. _ You Must Learn
Just like I told you, you must learn It's calm yet wild the style that I speak Just filled with facts and you will never get weak in the heart In fact you'll start to illuminate, knowledge to others in a song Let me demonstrate the force of knowledge, knowledge reigned supreme The ignorant is ripped to smithereens What do you mean when you say I'm rebellious 'Cause I don't accept everything that you're telling us What are you selling us the creator dwellin' us I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning You're tryin' make me you by seasoning Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York It doesn't exist no way, no how It seems to me that in a school that's ebony African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's not and this has got to stop, See Spot run, run get Spot Insulting to a Black mentality, a Black way of life Or a jet Black family, so I include with one concern, that You must learn Chorus: Just like I told you, you must learn (twice) I believe that if you're teaching history Filled with straight up facts no mystery Teach the student what needs to be taught 'Cause Black and White kids both take shorts When one doesn't know about the other ones' culture Ignorance swoops down like a vulture 'Cause you don't know that you ain't just a janitor No one told you about Benjamin Banneker A brilliant Black man that invented the almanac Can't you see where KRS is coming at With Elie Whitney, Holly Selosy, Grand Bill Woods made the walky-talky Lewis Latterman improved on Edison Charles Drew did a lot for medicine Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night Madame CJ Walker made a straightin' comb But you won't know this is you weren't shown The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh 'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man we need the 89 school system One that caters to a Black return because You must learn Chorus more free lyrics |
30. _ Homeless
Yeah... You could call a man a bum with disgust on your morning run Cause he lives outside in the street, you don't know this But you've failed to realise that the one you so despise Reflects yourself cos every black man is homeless You could take your Alka-Seltzer while you talk about shelter You might even wanna talk about a little loan Cause no matter how rich you become you'll always be two, not one Cause believe it or not, America ain't your home We've been taught to say our name, Afro-American, all the same Not fully American but gettin' there very slowly Cause to fully be American, you know, you gotta take out the word 'Afro' Now they've relaxed I hear they might as well call us Toby See, Afro and black are African, while theft is American So how can Afro-American make much sense? Your ancestors come from Africa By stealing them now you're born in America So the black man is homeless even though he pays rent Some black people say "We built this place So we are American, but of the black race" Well let me make this little topic known The Japanese also built this place In technology and they're winnin' the race But at the end of the day the Japanese can go home Do you see the point that I'm getting at? I'm not a racist, I'm statin' a fact Blacks are actually prisoners of war Cause while South Africa continues to fight We try our best to look more and more white Proof that the blacks have been stripped of their core Well, I guess I didn't sing and dance enough For black radio to play this stuff But this ain't soft like ice-cream with a sugar cone I'm only here to state one fact Wake up African, your colour is black And every black man is homeless cause he ain't got no home more free lyrics |
31. _ Necessary
When some get together and think of rap, they tend to think of violence But when they are challenged on some rock group, the result is always silence Even before the rock and roll era, violence played a big part in music It's all according to your meaning of violence and how or in which way you use it No, it's not violent to show in movies the destruction of the human body But yes, of course it's violent to protect yourself at a party And, oh no, it's not violent when under the christmas tree is a look-alike gun But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One By all means necessary, it's time to end the hypocrisy What I call violence, I can't do , but your kind of violence is stopping me By all means necessary, the rap audience must grow up The same type of fightin' we do, they do except we've got nothing to blow up It doesn`t matter if you win or lose, it's only how good you play the game This is the oldest sneak attack, because it takes away our senses to gain If all I do is play the game then I am just mediocre We strive to be the best we can be, not to just get over Some people say that life on a whole is serious and nothing is funny That's only if you base your life around competition and money Yeah, I'm making some money, he's making some money, but none of these things are necessities What I find to be a necessity is controlling a positive destiny With this, money, fame, glory and credit will come in time The people down with me know this every minute they hear me sayin rhymes I got some friends, I got some allies like Stet, and Big Daddy Kane They know that by all means necessary that peace is the name of this game Whether peace by war, or peace by peace, the reality of peace is scary But we must get there, one way or another, by all means necessary. more free lyrics |
32. _ 100 Guns
("One... two... three... four...") [KRS-One singing: to the tune of 'Ebony and Ivory'] KRS and Melodie... live together with D-Nice, and Harmony Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney B...D...P...! ("One... two... three... four...") Yes! Chorus: KRS-One I got a hundred gun two hundred clips Goin to New York, New York I got a hundred gun two hundred clips Goin to New York, New York Verse One: KRS-One Well, I'm drivin my car, cross country With a hundred guns and about six G Me drivin through a town, me see two cops They lookin at me funny like they really want stop Me just turn my head, and gwan on me way Put hip-hop ina de tape and press play Me get one block and me hear "Pull ov-ah" The guns are in the trunk, with a thin cov-ah They ax me for ID, driver's license prefer Me ax them "Was I breakin any law, officer?" They said "Oh yes, you passed county line Niggers in these here parts now is a crime" I said "Is that so?", and cocked back me nine Bust two shots, ina the bwoy head top His knees just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop Me put the car in drive, and me did not stop When I get to New York, I'm gonna set up shop Bwoy! Chorus ("One... two... three... four...") Verse Two: KRS-One Me in a hotel, off ninety-five North Everything's fine, and yes me on course Me walk to a bathroom, take a lickle leak But right out the window, I can hear the cops speak "We have the place surrounded we're about to move in" That's when I pick up my nine and just begin PUMP PUMP PUMP! First copper hit the ground PUMP PUMP PUMP! Second copper go down Me jump out the window, tryin not to make a sound Me run to the car, gunfire all around I start up the engine, bust the barricade All because illegally I want to get paid PUMP PUMP PUMP! There goes my tire Me spun out of control, the car caught on fire Me jump out the car, put me hands in the air Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed Pushed out them chests like they're big rough and tough A cop come and said "You'll never sell your guns now" I said "It doesn't matter, YOU'LL sell them anyhow You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city" Hahaha... so still Chorus 2X FIYAH!! more free lyrics |
33. _ Exhibit F
[KRS-One] When you realize you have this army, or one concept, one thought, one movement, one action; you have what is called a revolution. But the more we stay seperated, and the more we don't understand the concept of the EYE, that is within all of us, then we will constantly constantly lose, every single battle, from day one to day forever. Thank you, we'll take questions. *clapping, applause, and shouting* more free lyrics |
34. _ The Blueprint
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear The non-commercial set is now here Brought to you by the will of positve people K-R-S plus One equals Slammin' lyrics and beats unquestionable The peofessional while I guess that you'll Grab the album that rocks most on the market Strong hearted with a target --Bloo-- and the target is hit I shot the lyric then reload the clip --Bloo-- another shell hits the ground Along with the shell my opponents weak crown --Bloo Bloo-- the title comes after What a disaster listen to the laughter Your heart I capture Cause every lecture has tecture If you're wack I say next sir Who's next cause I've got no time for weakness Only the teacher speaks this Dialect, which gains nuff resect Which money can't buy you yet I don't care cause Boogie Down Productions has both The most worldwide coast to coast We didn't do it with the soft commercial sound Try the ghetto cause I refuse to let go You see you don't understand I knew it You got a copy I read from the blueprint Keepin' it on track And never wack Please step back If you speak the weak rap Cause I alone can dis your whole pack or posse Stupid sit there and watch me You can't stop the original with a copy Sloppy very sloppy you slouch Every time I bite you yell ouch Breakout get lost your throat is hoarse You lost cause I'm dope of course --One and Two and Three and Four-- But that comes from years of practice Anti-slackness anti-wackness Throw on the glasses and teach the masses Very simple the question I ask is How many MCs must get stomped Before somebody says Kris has no calm Thousands both here and overseas If you're soft I say please leave Here's the door here's your hat coat and mitt Cause here we read from the blueprint more free lyrics |
35. _ The P Is Free
Yes, Scott LaRock you know you rule hip-hop Yes, Mr. Lee you can rule hip-hop And, B-57 you can rule hip-hop But, KRS-One rule it non-stop When I'm in Brooklyn, yes, we rulin hip-hop When I'm in Manhattan, we rulin hip-hop When I'm in Queens, we rulin hip-hop And when in Staten Island we rulin hip-hop But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight We come to rock you whether you're Black or you're white Cos KRS-One you know I'm never ?frank? Come catch a star The girlies are free Cos the crack costs money Oh yeah I say the girlies are free Cos the crack costs money Oh yeah Ridin one day on my freestyle fix Jammin to a tape Scott LaRock had mixed I said to myself "This tape sound funky" Ridin past the 116th Street junkie Thought I saw Denise but I was only assumin Took another look and that butt was boomin Did a little trick on my freestyle fix And I was right beside the girl, she was all on the tip She said "Hi, DJ KRS" She kissed me on my neck so I gave her a peck She said "I'm really in a hurry so I cannot wait If you give me a life while we ride to the ?bait?" She jumped on my bike, I said "Huh, what's your stop?" She said "Right around the corner to the crack spot If you buy me a crack I'll know how to act But if you don't, you might as well step back" I said "Now how the hell we jump off to this? I'm doin you a favor, I'm givin you a lift" She said "KRS, you know it goes" I said "Yeah, you little.....it seems that you're a hoe" I did a little trick on my freestyle fix And she was right on the ground lookin after it Because... A girl tried to take my out one day For a play, not your everyday ?trey? We walked to the spot, she says she want a rock I looked in my pocket, didn't have a lot I said "You better get yourself a job" She tried to tell me that times were hard I told the hoe, I said "Yo, that's not my fault You need a vault", I'm out to assault Any girl I find who try to take my for mine I'm gonna have to ?pin? it just another time But... more free lyrics |
36. _ Edutainment
[KRS-One] Give it to em! Nuff respect! And praise to the creator Over the years it seems that I became a landmark, in the hip-hop field of art I shed light, yet my skin is dark I'm not conerned with climbin the chart Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart? I'll start, cause only Jah will create it I'll just name it, Edutainment People sit and they look at my album like a problem, they try to solve em They don't know, it only leads the way to a bright more positive day By itself, it's NOT the bright day Sit up straight, and hear what I say Fear and ignorance, I'm down for stoppin this but the bright day is your conciousness I am poet, my words will heal you I'm not a phony I'll really feel you That's why I walk and talk to my nation Wherever they are, in any situation They usually ask for an autograph And I'll whip out the pen and just write Blast- -Master, K-R-S, O-N-E BDP, Peace and Unity But do not concentrate on the paper Concentrate on the laws of the creator Cause when the paper's gone, it will deceive you But Allah will never leave you Nothing I say now is hypothetical These are the facts, a little metaphysical We are one, every heart every lung So why then was the black man hung? He was hung by the so-called Christians that went to church, and did not listen See Jesus couldn't stand politics so they nailed him to a crucifix Then it was that way, today it's a trigger So why is the Pope such a political figure? I don't know, but it's really beyond me But through knowledge, they'll NEVER con me Cause from Jesus Christ to right now everytime a black man speaks up, KA-POW See people concentrate on the leader And not the message comin through the speaker If the Christians really heard Christ the black man never would've lived this life My point is that do not concentrate on what I state, create, or debate I might be great, and you might admire But what I say is to take you MUCH higher MORE higher than the physical plane to the plane of forces in the astral plane The mental plane, and the final three They're all around you, yet you can't see So grab the sphere of life and aim it and you'll be guided by Edutainment more free lyrics |
37. _ Super Hoe
[Phone ringing] Scott: Yo, Kris. I really knocked the boots on those two big-butt females last night. Kris: Jeeez! Scott: Yeah, man. I'm on my way down to Latin Quarter to find two more freaks... Kris: Word... [Super Sperm] Chorus: repeat 2X Scott LaRock had em all He is the Super Hoe [Super Sperm] Verse One: KRS-One Scott LaRock is for now the main topic Not looking at his cuts or cash flow of the pocket You may not realize it or you may not know But, uh... (He is the Super Hoe) When I say super I'm not exaggeratin Datin for a guy like Scott turns into matin He seems to be quiet but I don't buy it Proof is in the puddin, why don't you just try it The Super Hoe is loose in your section And he's armed with a powerful erection So grab your girl and run for protection Your momma too, cause I like to mention Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Two: KRS-One Whatever you could do or say inside a bed Scott LaRock has done and most likely said He doesn't argue with a girl cause yes, he has others Keep updated on all kind of rubbers Got ones that are lambskin, others that are plastic One day he'll open a school for prophylactics They don't know... (He is the Super Hoe) Up in Rochester on DKX WDKX, now DK-Sex We were bein interviewed there live on air Every girl in the city Scott had an affair KM in the AM had asked his last question But Scott LaRock said "Wait, I gotta mention The fact that I'm single, I like to mingle" And one more time bust the fresh jingle Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Three: KRS-One In the field of music I'll always pass by Girls that claim to act so fly They always act like it's all about them or their friends But according to Scott, they all like to bend Yes, fly girls, shy girls, black girls, white girls In eighty-seven it's got to be the right girl If you claim to have a little problem Well, Scott LaRock knows just how to solve em If you're a guy a nine'll do the trick But if you're a girl, you need some... flowers I admit Scott has strange powers Enticing girls in less than an hour Or should I say minutes? I seen how he did it He probably says "I'm Scott LaRock" and she's with it So whether he's a gigolo, tramp, or pro... (He is the Super Hoe) Now many people have their ways of expressin what they do best, for Scott it's undressin Yes, either a girl or some date for the night He doesn't want to hear that you're too tight So do not think that Scott LaRock is mean It's not his fault, he'll give you Vaseline The Super Hoe is loose in your area Makin life for girls a little scarier So if you got a radio tryin to tape this Do not keep in mind that he is a rapist For the Super Hoe to be chillin Another female out there has to be willin So all you tramps and hoes raise your hand Cos Super Hoe Scott LaRock understands If you're a guy we'll talk about hangin And if you're a girl he'll talk about bangin If your moms call up, well, I don't know But uh... (He is the Super Hoe) Chorus [Super Sperm] 8X Chorus 3X [Super sperm] more free lyrics |
38. _ Part Time Sucker
Hahahahaha... T'cha t'cha, that boy is a t'cha I want you all to understand I'm down with BDP I got so many styles, but I'm not an MC I am a teacher teaching rap, and of course I am back Because these other MC's are here also weak and wack So BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them All about the guy who first is down but then he lies what he is to you, he's a part time sucker Among thousands and thousands of very good MC's A poet will flow like the breeze Like the wind, air is all around us From what I hear, it's a good thing you found us And in a hurry, just in the nick of time Cause I do four things: rhyme, produce, teach, and bring to you new styles Well here's the first style, right out the pile It's called vocabulary. Difficult, isn't it? At least is looks that way when you witness it Kill (kill?) meaning to deprive of life Fiancee: future wife Poet (poet): a person who writes poems Wandering, meaning to roam Everyone sees me when I walk into the public Even the suckers, I just love it When they get disgusted every time I prove (Boogie Down Pro...) Boogie Down Productions will move Meaning to motivate, lest rhyme straight Hate is a very very big mistake It rhymes with frustrate and aggravate Let me just demonstrate why I won't abbreviate Television, a view of scenes transmitted Every single second you get it Pepsi (what?) the choice of a new generation Fired from work: termination Quality: something special about an object or person Can you rock a party without rehearsing? I can, anytime, on the spot rhyme Many recording artists can't do it, but I'm More than just a recording artist kicking dust (who?) I'm a sandstorm, taking human form K plus R S equals one I don't burn anymore, I just cook 'till you're done And when you're done, then I serve Like alphabet soup, (letters) letters, (words) words Sentences, chunks of meat into a paragraph Get the meaning then ask the question 'bout the guy Who first is down but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker Kewe-kewe-K, Arewa-arewa-R, Ewe-ewe-S, my rhymes are fresh Please step back, let me progress Meaning to advance, you only get a glance Of me at a time, sayin' some rhyme Or sayin' some rekkid, that should respect it, select it I'm never ever wack or reject it Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it I travel the nation by mostly plane I travel New York by either cab or the train Some say that I'm insane, they say Why would you want to ride the train (But I) but I don't care, as long as I get there I never used to pay my fare, but now I think I got to Because from a jail cell I can't rock you That's being incarcerated, meaning locked up (A tool) a tool for holding water is a cup or pail, The opposite for fresh is stale (The largest) the largest sea-mammal is a whale Beer is called ale, or sometimes it is called brew (A group a) a group of human beings is a crew You know what I'm gonna do? Explain Criminal Minded Cause much too many people still are blinded Let me rewind it, and elaborate on blinded, meaning can't see through me He he he he he, these people make me laugh The way they like to change up the past So when you're there in class, learning `his story' Learn a little of your story, the real story It doesn't pay to know the life and times of someone else It doesn't benefit your wealth or your mental health I go for self, but the real self is one with all This self who's by himself does fall Down, just like the guy who first was down, but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker All right, now, hear we go... more free lyrics |
39. _ We In There
Yeah.. ahh, back to that old shit! For all you FAKE-ass teachers out there Aiyyo Kris.. break this shit up! [KRS-One] The type of lyrical terrorism I present Educates people, at the same time pays my rent You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures I know you want to step to me kid! But you're thinkin, "Damn, Kris is kinda big!" Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year From your eye drops a tear I don't play that shit, I play that hit Your whole gangsta image is not legit You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong Don't even think about battling with a song You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed With your ribcage crushed Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks You know my FUCKIN name Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X) [KRS-One] They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison (You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) Who you kiddin? You're only tryin to rock a party You ain't really down to shoot nobody So why you frontin? Sayin from the cops you be runnin In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel In jail you ain't got respect You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary And the picture of your sister, mister As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed I'm just thinkin LONG range People died so I can rhyme.. you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak shit You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick Plus you're on my dick Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know my FUCKIN name! Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*) KRS.. Kenny Parker.. Willie D.. from Long Island Heather B.. Ska-Danks.. D-Square.. Sidney Mills.. Ha-ohhhh.. go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn! Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!) The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! more free lyrics |
40. _ 30 Cops Or More
[KRS-One] When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey If you a black herb smuggler They will, watch you by the hour It only means that if you have more money then you have more power They will come in the night And they will read you your rights There is no need to fight If you're black there is no need to fight But when them come to arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey Years ago a black man couldn't be a cop They could only be great dancers When the whole police department was white Justice, was the Black Panthers We've been robbed of our religion our government and social position And you won't see no quick solution Until you see the black revolution But when them come to arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey "He's gonna get across the border before we can catch him" *dogs barking* "Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead" *dogs barking* They arrest us by the hour Cause the black man in the ghetto has power If he would wake up and unite the police department would lose the fight But when them come to arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey If you a black herb smuggler They will, watch you by the hour It only means that if you have more money then you have more power They will come in the night And they will read you your rights There is no need to fight If you're black there is no need to fight But when them come to arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey "He's gonna get across the border before we can catch him" *dogs barking* "Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead" *dogs barking* "He's gonna make it" "Let the dogs go!" "No I won't do it!" "He's got full, they've only got two" "They'll tear him apart, I won't do it" "Let the dogs go!" "Turn loose those dogs!" more free lyrics |
41. _ 13 And Good
I walked in the place very big space Every kind of race dancin' and niggas made chase A very pretty face, feel the bass Basses kick, flygirl jumps on my tip The drink that I sip implies this it it She looked to be about 26 I ain't dizzy It's time to get busy!! Welcome female is in my arms. Overwhelmed by my playboy charms We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib I ain't gotta explain what we did Built to last I simply waxed that Ax the question, no need for guessin' Hey baby, how old are you? 21 24 maybe 22 I'm twenty five She shucked and kinda neeghed And said, "hee, hee, hee I'm only 13" 13!! I need a quick escape That's statutory rape But she was GOOD! Chorus: GOOD! (You should been there she was) GOOD! (Man that jail term won't be) GOOD! (But she looked) GOOD! (Man her brothers will beat you ) GOOD!! (Even if I get beat down it was still) GOOD!! The story gets better, This girl is kinda clever She said, "I wanna be with you forever" I said, "Forget it I need to get my life in order You could almost be my daughter" She started sighin' and her sighin' turns into cryin' Her cryin' turns into her replyin' "Where's the phone?. I think it's time that I went home" She called her pops and said, "Come get me I'm all alone I'm sorry daddy I slept with an older man" He said, "Don't worry. The 45 is in my hand. I'll be there before you count to four." One two three four He's at my door She said, "See what you did you caused me all this grief. Your goin' to jail my daddy's a police chief. If I can't have you no one will. And I ain't even on the pill." But you was Chorus: Repeat 6x GOOD!! Daddy walked in and the whole scene kinda changed He grabbed his daughter and almost beat the girl insane She's cryin' down the hall and now goin' home He closed the door and, "I'm happy we're all alone Jump on the bed and look me straight into my eyes I think your kinda cute, don't make me use my 45" Daddy's lookin' for a lubricant He pulled out a little piece of gum and started chemwin' it He said, "For year I've been lookin for a big strong man I've got an apartment out in Brooklyn Only my daughter and I live there You can see my daughter anytime, anywhere But it's you that I want to be mine The price tag is your behind Don't worry it'll be Chorus: GOOD!! The morale of this story? There is no morale you finish the story for me When your livin' your life everyday in the hood Wakin' up in the mornin' should feel GOOD! more free lyrics |
42. _ Exhibit C
[KRS] Ya know, so we wanna clear the air And let you all know what time of day it really is BDP are black revolutionaries First for humanity, then for the upliftment of Africa And it goes a little somethin, like this more free lyrics |
43. _ The Racist
Verse I've been taught to respect my elders and behave Even if when they were young they sold slaves Truth and understandin' is what I crave In the land of the thief, home of the slave Turn your page to a brief demonstration Cos now in '90 it's strictly information I'm givin' Teachin' on a regular basis Today's lecture is about The Racist We're not out to exaggerate or diss him But show the symptoms and facts of racism Understand The Racist ain't equal There's about five different types of racist people First of the five different types of cases Is the individual brought up racist Here you have young men and women Brought up in the Great White Way opinion This opinion introduced by the parent To the civilised becomes transparent The civilised man could look through the faces Make the analysis and see The Racist Number two case which y'all must hear Is the individual racist out of fear Here you have people that fear the African And conjure up new ways of trappin' him Number three is the unconscious racist Not knowin' they're racist they invade your spaces They say, "I'm not a racist, I'm not a bigot" Yet they allow it to go on and won't admit it Number four is the money racist The one that used the topics of sheer economics They say, "Owning a business isn't for the black man He don't want that", yet they went and took his land Damn, that's like a rock in a hard place You don't have your land yet this ain't your space America was built by every other race Except the European that runs this place What a waste, America's doomed To be overthrown by the righteous real soon But last but not least racial prejudice Is the black man speakin' out of ignorance Whitey this and Ching-Chow that Is not how the intelligent man acts You can't blame the whole white race For slavery, cos this ain't the case A large sum of white people died with black Tryin' hard to fight racial attacks The media wants you to think that no whites Really fought and died for Civil Rights But once we have a true sense of history You'll see this too as a mystery If black and white didn't argue the most They could clearly see the government's screwin' 'em both. more free lyrics |
44. _ World Peace
[KRS-One] World peace.. or world TALK?! Yeah.. One, two, three, four! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace and we want it right now Right now! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. [KRS-One] Take it.. right now.. Don't hesitate! (world peace) You want world peace? (world peace) (peace.. TAKE IT) Or world talk? (world peace..) (world peace..) (world peace..) Yo, a lot of people are under the assumption that peace, is soft or somethin We must begin to reprogram our thought FROM, how we were taught Back in school, and our TV screens Strength, is always mean Love, is always soft and peace is too peaceful when all are equal Sit back, and read the papers about the murderers, thieves, and rapists We depend on police for justice but when do we say, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH Right now, and call their bluff It's not a matter of frontin like you're tough It's a matter of takin yours and livin universal laws Cause those laws, cannot be bribed nor changed, or paid on the side You must come correct and walk straight More love, less and less hate When you walk, walk with AUTHORITY Tell the negative people, don't bother me Move your face away, I ain't with it In a minute, I'm gonna hit it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace World peace.. and we want it right now .. or world TALK We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Break it down! Take it, yeah! World peace.. Yeah.. come in.. CRASH, SMASH, don't ask when the negative disrupts the class How much longer? Get stronger The battle is getting longer World, peace, or world talk Do we run? Or do we walk? (CHARGE) If you want world peace, take it Cause a lot of our leaders FAKE IT (fraud) It's similar to armageddeon when the positive people stop lettin the negative, control, how we live Listen to the music I give! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Take it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now World peace.. (Right now!) ..or world TALK? We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Take it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now World peace! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace and we want it right now Come in now.. We must make up our minds to take.. it.. World peace.. or world TALK?! If we really want world peace Yes I do and we want it right now When can I get it? We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Come in! If we really want world peace That's it and we want it right now Right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. I want it now! If we really want world peace I want it right now! and we want it right now We need it right now! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. No talk.. world peace! If we really want world peace Peace! *echoes* more free lyrics |
45. _ Hip Hop Rules
[KRS-One] Come again down man This is KRS-One on to wreck RUFF RUFF RUFF stuff So we're gonna do it like this now Put up your hands if you love hip-hop music like I do, seen? And we gonna do it like this now Listen to the lyrics! Bo! Me say hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again! Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want! Rap music, we want the rap music, bo! Rap music, we want the rap music, come again! Rap music, we want the rap music, bo! Rap music, we want the rap music Way back in the days, 1979 Fatback Band made a record usin rhyme In the same year come the Sugarhill Gang with the pow pow boogie, and the big bang bang R&B, Disco, Pop Country Jazz all thought Hip-Hop, was just a little fad But here comes Grandmaster Flash nonstop And right after Flash, Run-D.M.C. dropped Now, they had to pay attention to the scale Where other music failed, hip-hop prevailed See rap music has gone platinum from the start So now in eighty-nine we gettin present as an art Me ask, is it because, we've got the eighty-nine vision? Whoa whoa whoa! Or is it because, it's a unanimous decision Hey hey hey hey that hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again! Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want! Rap music, we want the rap music, bo! Rap music, we want the rap music, come again! Rap music, we want the rap music, come down! Rap music, we want the rap music I pick up the mic and put down crazy lyrics I put it 'pon the phonograph so everyone can hear it You want to sound like me bwoy, you can't come near it Cause when I flash a new style, the people dem a cheer it You get so jealous til you just can't bear it Jealous of Ms. Melodie, me and Derek See Derek is D-Nice, and I'm KRS-One ah We'll rock ya in the winter and we rocked ya last summer You want to battle me you got to wake up in the morning Cause if you're still sleepin, then I'ma start yawnin because ah hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again! Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want! Rap music, we want the rap music, bo! Rap music, we want the rap music, come again! Rap music, we want the rap music, come down! Rap music, we want the rap music Just, put up your hands if you like rap music Put up your hands if you like rap music Ms. Melodie boy she always on the mixer And D-Square, love rap music ah DJ Doc boy yes he's on the mix and KRS-One'll flash a lyric, we say Here comes Yvette, on the lyric and Big Kap, rockin on the mix and BDP boy we'll flash a lyric a Knock the suckers down every time dem hear it, because hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule And these other industries out here cannot take it, come down! Come again! We want! Bo! Come again! Bo! * dub/instrumental of first verse reprised to fade * more free lyrics |
46. _ Elementary
Verse 1: I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style The same old runner has ran the mile See, I don't know exactly what you know But what I know is that stuff gotta go Usually when I pick up the mic Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night I like to talk about fact not fiction I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen Everything I write is premeditated Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak My words are comprehended every time I speak Or have spoken, no I'm not jokin Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken I get tipsy But never in your life try to dis me Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one If you take the first letter of what I just sung You spell my name "KRS-One" It's elementary Elementary Verse 2: DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses I have arrived for the purpose of joy Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy I will volunteer my services and launch an attack On you fake educators with your yakety-yak This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh Consistently hounded by you MC pests If you really want to learn from me Don't waste time in burnin me Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive Many people hate me, many people love me Some are far below me And you know there's some above me But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story All you fake MC's on a mission, you bore me I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight Cos there's no other creative composition on display That give a full analysis and rock this way You will pay, eventually you all will decay While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are Make a mix just for kicks And you'll be on our tip And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!) (Scott La Rock) (Go off! Go off!) x8 Verse 3: Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment You have arrived to make up for unemployment You're on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em But gettin into battles really isn't my thing You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century But please don't mention me It's only elementary Elementary All it really is to me and Scott La Rock...is elementary Elementary Elementary more free lyrics |
47. _ Criminal Minded
Intro: (sung by KRS-One to the tune of the Beatles "Let It Be") Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin Cause then you'll begin, to master Rhymin rhymin rhymin Verse One: KRS-One Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin However, I'm really fascinating to the letter My all-around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's --- I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin only women, got no time for little girls [KRS sings again] Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin? See I am a musician Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated, and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to making music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack Because everything that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? more free lyrics |
48. _ Ghetto Music
"If you like the sound of what you've heard so far.." [KRS-One] Ghetto music Ghetto music Ghetto music Ghetto music.. .. You're tuned into that easy listening sound with a cap and gown, not a CROWN No glitter, no makeup Just smashin lyrics, that make up the B, D, and the P You pay for the hits, the advice is free In this industry, we gotta grow Commercial some go, but, y'know just as important as they are so is the underground superstar (like me) You gotta ask yourself one question Do I speak facts, or do I start guessin? Learn the lesson, before you plan your career Commercial or underground, where do you fit, cause BOTH sides write hits And all is rap, I'll admit But what I've come to EXPLAIN is that these people LOVE to play a game They wanna make it seem like YOU'RE WRONG for writin the reality song (Don't touch those issues, don't talk about dat We don't take knowledge rap) What? They want you on their bases Cause if you bring out the brown, you're racist But if you bring out the pink, well wait, it's OK Yeah, they won't stop it I guess it's alright to act demonic I guess it's alright to act demonic But that's another chapter, in another book I've come to show a different look And that look is the WHOLE of rap Not just the commercial pap but the UNDERGROUND, that RAW ghetto sound from which rap music was found So you can't deny it, you cannot refuse it I'll be rockin that GHETTO MUSIC .. People keep tellin me, "Kris! You need more radio Yeah man, that's the way to go! You gotta be like so-and-so to go platinum," then I attack em! I rhyme for the ghetto, I teach the ghetto I cannot let go, change up? Heck no In the ghetto, I stay mellow We're in effect yo, ready, set, go FRESH, for nineteen eighty-nine you suckers Peace to P.E., and the Jungle Brothers Others, have come, to master the art They start, with heart, then fall apart Like a dart I shoot for one target (BO BO) Ghetto music, yeah they'll never chart it Cause now in eighty-nine, the purpose of a rhyme is to strengthen and uplift the mind Although I'll achieve and achieve and achieve it's simple, I'll never leave Cause every time you front for respect you LOSE it I'll rock GHETTO MUSIC Ghetto music Ghetto music Ghetto music Ghetto music.. more free lyrics |
49. _ Duck Down
You say ah-one for the trouble, two for the time Ah-come on y'all, let's rock that... Duck! Or wind up DOWN!! Fiyah! Huh Pal Joey in the house, D Square in the house Check it out You're stuck up, your luck's up, you fucked up, you're mud up You can't even jump up, so shut the fuck up Whattup? Tough love, buck buck bucka is all you're gonna hear when KRS-One step up I'm thick like syrup, no, I'm not ?Kura? Sit back and relax and watch the KRS era No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up MC's get wet up, they met up with atypical subliminal, I'm original metaphysical Criminal Minder Fighter, petty gangster that flips em neither I simply grab the mic and make the party get liver I'ma, rhymer, with a tim-er attack to your mind, a reminder of what kind of headliner you'll see, when you come to the show BlastMaster KRS-One, Leo -- the Lion Cryin MC's they be cryin when they sizzle in a big pot grease beggin, "Please, please!" But I'll be efficient and flexin wisdom cuisine Then dismiss it as Kris and Kenny Rockin many, good n plenty Any MC tests me gets done Lyrically hung, I surgically remove his tongue Lyrics by KRS-One DUCK! Sucker MC's DUCK! BO! Duck down! Sucker MC's duck! DUCK! Sucker MC's Duck down! I don't battle to lose or win, I battle to ruin your whole career, yo, watch what you doin I'm permanent punk, like a metallic marker KRS-One, but you'll call me Mr. Parker A pity I'm K-R, you ain't no superstar ha ha hee hee, BlastMaster KRS-One be ripping up MC's with their meaningless words, y'know There's more wit, to one of my turds of shit You ain't shit, you never was shit So I spit, on your number one hit, now quit! Leave the poetry, it's just too strong for thee Maybe we should rethink the strategy see Poetry I speak, fluently I think youse a sucker cause the only word you know is motherfucker Yo, you don't see a whole race in bondage No, you grab the microphone and feed em garbage Yo, everything about me is fresher than fresher than fresher than fresh, of COURSE it's KRS Flashing lyrics, metaphysics, unlike you idiots be doing, I'm pursuing, chewing your whole crew and what you feel like doin, your face they be ungluin like a gift, don't step to KRS, you're dismissed! DUCK! DUCK! Sucker MC's duck down! DUCK! BO! Ree-WINNNNND!! DUCK! BO! more free lyrics |
50. _ Poetry
Verse One: KRS-One Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson Class is in session so you can stop guessin If this is a tape or a written down memo See I am a professional, this is not a demo In fact call it a lecture, a visual picture Sort of a poetic and rhythm-like mixture Listen, I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishin For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it It takes concentration for fresh communication Observation, that is to see without speaking Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin a class, or rather school, cause you need schooling I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling This is an introduction to poetry A small dedication to those that might know of me They might know of you and maybe your gang But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow Say something now ... thought so You seem to be the type that only understand The annihilation and destruction of the next man That's not poetry, that is insanity It's simply fantasy far from reality Poetry is the language of imagination Poetry is a form of positive creation Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it Verse Two: KRS-One Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop The beat may drop but not like all the others They just cover while I just smother Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha KRS-One will have to show another MC or self-proclaimed king or queen Or gang or crew or solo or team That I mean Business So tell me what is this? See I come from the Bronx so just kiss this Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment The antidote for sucka MC's and they're fearin it It's self-explanatory, no one's writin for me The poetry I'm rattlin is really not for battlin But if you want I will simply change the program So when I'm done you will simply say "damn" So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin I say hypothetical because it's only theory My theory, so take a minute now to hear me Verse Three: KRS-One So what's your problem? It seems you want to be KRS-Two From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack Cos KRS-One means simply one KRS That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less I've built up my credential financially and mental Anytime I rhyme I request the instrumental I speak clearly and that's merely Or should I say a mere, help to my career I'm really not into fashion or craze Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me But what a pity, I'm rockin New York City And everywhere else, you put the jams on the shelf You as an amateur is outspoken I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hopin That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up But everything's live that's why I don't dress up "Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh" I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty Get it right, or train yourself not to bite Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it I do not contemplate a battle cause it really ain't worth it I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it I'm teaching poetry I'm teaching poetry Scott LaRock We're teaching po-e-try more free lyrics |
51. _ The Style You Haven't Done Yet
Intro The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by KRS-One. Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye Come in! Verse 1 Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin' But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin' They're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong With those that perform their song on and on And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted I speak to you, not at you to attack you Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue So now I ax you or tell you people literally When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye Verse 2 Run it, son, plumb it you bum Don't you know that it's KRS-One That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run Cos only the suckers want a chance at that To see if KRS-One is really all that Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back Because the teacher that you see is not wack I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made Three albums, a triple-layer cake And throw it in your face you waste Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race While I whip you whine, you're out of touch I'm out of time, here's another rhyme (The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh yes, dude. Yes) (What's the name of that crew? B.D.P) (Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew) more free lyrics |
52. _ Ya Know The Rules
[D-Nice] Aiyyo, aiyyo Kris they know the rules Hahahahaha, yeah ya don't stop (say what?) A-ya don't stop (BDP in the house) a-ya don't stop (Check it out, check it out...Yo, D!) Yo bust it, yo yo Kris hold on Let me give a shout out to some people, aight bust it A Scott LaRock, and ya don't stop A Sammy B, and ya don't stop A Mister Cee, and ya don't stop A Cool V, and ya don't stop Evil E, and ya don't stop A Easylee, and ya don't stop A DJ Scratch, and ya don't stop A Spinderella, and ya don't stop Jam Master Jay, and ya don't stop A PA Mase, and ya don't stop So yo Kris, my mellow my man yo Get on the mic and do the best you can Verse One: KRS Well, the teacher comes to you, in effect From a different style, a whole different sect I inject, force and intellect When I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck I come correct and practice what I preach I don't pimp you or rule you I teach Come through the doors and slap up whores Ordering them to put back on their drawers Cause, I run their pimp When I leave he leaves with a limp more free lyrics |
53. _ Jah Rulez
[KRS-One] Yes, right about now we got Afrika from the Jungle Brothers on the wheels of steel My sister Harmony right beside me and I, KRS-One on the mic Sidney Mills on the keyboards and Dwayne on the engineering And once again, this style is dedicated to the heavenly father Because you know YA RULE! [Harmony] Where can they go, where can they turn? When they hear your name, that fire BURNS.. their very soul! (FI-YAH!) What can they do, what can they say? They can't live without your love.. (ba-da-bi) Another day.. (ba-ba-bad-bad-bad) [KRS-One] Bad man people and petty rob-ber Straighten up your ways or you will suf-fer What go around come around and this is the law The manmade law KRS-One ig-nore I walk the streets as a ruff yout BWOY Very intelligent, and full of JOY Go to a concert and mash up the jam (BO) People in the world know just who I am I am what I am cause I am not SOFT When the blind lead the blind - that's when ya LOST Me just a DJ dealin with negative Nonsense messages, a what dem a give BDP strong, cause JAH is the strength BDP long, cause JAH is the length BDP together, cause JAH is the link We a just arise, while the negative sink! COME! [Harmony] Where can they go, where can they turn? When they hear your name, that fire BURNS.. (BURNS!) their very soul! (Lick dem down!) And what can they do, what can they say? They can't live without your love.. another day.. (COME!) Where can they go.. What can they do? (BO) [KRS-One] We are not a front and, we are no fraud Every hit record comes straight from the Lord We live in jail cell and we live in shelter If you help yourself, well JAH will help ya Look to no man but love everyone Stand on your own and work til you're done Follow the commandments that Jah set forth Cause manmade laws, made man lost (BO) [Harmony] Where can they go, where can they turn? When they hear your name, that fire BURNS.. (ba-da-bi-bi-bi) their very soul! (FI-YAH!) What can they do, what can they say? They can't live without your love.. another day.. They need you, in their lives They know, your live is right (ALWAYS RIGHT) You're the inspiration (yes) that sweet revelation All their hope, and their salvation (SO RIGHT) And where can they go, where can they turn (where ya hide?) When they hear your name, that fire BURNS.. their very soul! (wa-da-ba-da-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi) What can they do, what can they say? They can't live without your love.. another day.. (FI-YAH, FI-YAH, FI-YAH, FI-YAH) They need you, in their lives They know, your love is right You're the inspiration, that sweet revelation And all of their hopes (Jah Rulez) and their salvation Where can they go, where can they turn (Jah rule every time) When they hear your name, that fire BURNS.. (nowhere) Their very soul (kyan't move without the movement of Jah, seen?) And what can they do, what can they say They can't live without your love.. another day.. Where do they go What do they do? Where do they turn What can they say? Where do they go, what can they do Breathe without you? Where do they go Breathe without you? What do they do.. *fades* more free lyrics |
54. _ Dope Beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat? [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat.. [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE beat.. [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!! [all] WE GOT A DOPE BEAT!! My name is at the top of all of those that mix I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven Some did it got paid, some jams were never played But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade go by, and why? Cause they wasn't fly Others claim to be fresh, but they're not KRS I cannot walk around the street, with my head in the clouds Either runnin on my gear, or havin colors too loud Everything must coincide with the way I feel And by the way, it's Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel So I take one step, to adjust the mic I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike I like a funky beat, a studio like Unique I write the crazy fresh lyrics and I don't eat meat You can look me up and down, and my DJ too Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew Takin out MC's - on the 1, 2, 3 No matter who they claim to be in society Because we know their games, we have pulled their file If they need a different style we can get wild He's I.C.U., he's out to kill I'm KRS, and we get ill DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat The extravagant life, is what we seek I will tell you like this, cause I know for a fact I will live a long life, and I don't smoke crack Captivatin the crowd, seven days a week You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got the DOPE beat [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat? [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!! [all] WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT!! For me to say again another verse of my rhyme Means what you heard before must've blew up your mind So now it's time, to find, poetry like mine Do not waste all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be flowin 6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done They study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun When they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun But they will snap out of that, because I'm KRS-One Not two, not three, but O-N-E Get it right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways keep in mind that I been out there, from back in the days I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the people I know Because they're still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt Cause no matter how you front they're still the ones you want See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion Takin out you suckers while the Scott LaRock is spinnin! .. *guitar interlude* .. My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young I don't wear Adidas cause my name ain't Run Got Nike's on my feet, and to be complete I can rock an American or reggae beat Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and 90's Not bein conceited but it won't pay to try me out to any feud, any battle, any reason Make the rhymes up every season this style I'm just teasin Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you This particular style may vary The things I converse about are heard rarely Some can't bear me, others try to scare me Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent!! You know what?? [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat! [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got the dope beat? [all] You got the dope beat [KRS] I got the DOPE BEAT! [all] WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT! [KRS] I've got the dope beat! [all] You've got the dope beat [KRS] I got the dope beat! more free lyrics |
55. _ House Nigga
Let me see, let me see How should I start If I say stop the violence, I won't chart Maybe I should write some songs like Mozart 'Cause many people don't believe rap is an art Wake up, shake up, hypocrite look alive Blastmaster KRS-One will revive Four or five million still deprived When out to survive, wake up and realize Some people say I am a rap missionary Some people say I am a walking dictionary Some people say I am truly legendary But what I am is simply a black revolutionary I write rhymes on plain stationary Mary, Mary, quite contrary Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary Uncle Tom house niggaz, too scary So they can't be around, I don't do this For every Jesus, there must be a Judas It's the concept of the house nigga, field nigga The house nigga will sell you up the river So to massa, he'll look bigger And when ya bet under a rock, he'll slither But I'll grab the tail of the house nigga Pull the trigger and his head I'll deliver To the court of righteous people Black, white, or Indian, we're all equal So all ya racist codes I'll decode, explode And eat you like apple pie a la mode On a hot day, don't bring me no hamhocks Cause round the clock, I'll kick their buttocks All afternoon in the classroom, in the living room In the bathroom, in the swimming pool On a footstool, then I'll stop -- nope, April fools! Whip out the baseball bat and somehow March your racist butt to Moscow Ya know what I'm saying? Are there any, are there any intelligent people in the house? What can I say, o ye of little faith To think that KRS-One has surely been erased What a waste, my finger points at the face of the human race They're confused and misplaced My words are subliminal, sometimes metaphysical I teach, not preach, you want a challenge? I'll start dissin you I go philosophical by topical Hearin the call, ignorant, hot tropical Ya want a palm tree and nice dope shade? Only if the universal law is obeyed Which is "know thyself" for better mental health Yet so many rappers are preoccupied with wealth On my shelf I got titles Other artists want belts and idols World cups from seminars and conventions Competition and not to mention The award shows for pimps and hoes And every other hypocrite that flaunt their clothes KRS knows, so he just grows Always sayin somethin different from the average Joe's So I confront them with the biggest chain but it doesn't rate albums, I believe it is the brain So I'll remain free while you reign, I'm lovin it You be the king and I'll overthrow your government Send your crew to Berlin or Dublin I'll out-think em, chump em, and shrink em Down to ya size, despite the cries In the face of intelligence, ignorance dies Dear, it's simple edutainment Rap needed a teacher, so I became it Rough and ready, the beats are very steady With lyrics sharp as a machete Clap, there's another house niggaz neck Another soft Unlce Tom crew is in check Ego wrecked and rhymes corrected By KRS-One, produced and directed more free lyrics |
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