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                                  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 



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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 



'cause 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 



'cause 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 



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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 



'cause these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin 



Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta 



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