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("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!! |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
anybody in here right now with tape decks turn em on
and put em on record, I'll give you a second I want to add authenticity to your tape so when it's sold out in the street you all can know this was a real party These are poems circulating throughout the nation everybody's bad and everybody's tough but how many people are intelligent enough to open up their eyes and see through the lies discipline themselves, yourself to stay alive? not many That's why the universe sent me today on this stage with this to to say the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer and in the final hour many heads will lose power what does the rich versus the poor really mean? psychologically it means you got to pick your team when someone says the rich gets richer visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture the rich get richer, cause they work towards rich the poor get poorer, cause their minds can't switch from the ghetto let go, it's not a novelty you could love your neighborhood without loving poverty follow me, every mother, father, son, daughter there's no reason to fear the New World Order we must order the whole new world to pay us the New World Order and the old state chaos the Big Brother watching over you, is a lie you see Hip-Hop could build it's own secret society but first you and I got to unify stop the negativity and control our creativity the rich is getting richer, so why we ain't richer? could it be we still thinking like niggas? educate yourselves, make your world view bigger visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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!" |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
Yeah listen to the lyrics
We are the ones prophesized to return My main concern is for all of you to learn How to live yes through the lyrics I give and send my friend This age is coming to an end Not the world but the age is ending Ending listen to the astrological message I'm sending I'm sending tell em Truth is truth whether or not you like me We are living now in the age of Pisces When Pisces is over, at the year two thousand When the Sun of God, changes his house and enters the Age of Aquarius The Sun of God as man is hilarious (okay) When you think of Jesus, think of the Sun The flaming Sun, that's where they stole this concept from Stop believing and read your bible logically The new testament is really old astrology Jesus is the son of God no lie But they might be talking about the Sun up in the sky The Sun, that hangs on the cross of the zodiac The zodiac with twelve signs to be exact Each sign is a house, and you should keep in mind Each house equals, a period of time The time, two thousand years and that's a fact It's called an age or a house in the zodiac The twelve disciples, are twelve months of reason The four gospels signify the four seasons When Jesus fed the multitude with two fishes It signified the Age of Pisces, not fish or dishes If you read the bible astrologically it's clearer (no doubt) The next age will be the age of the water-bearer It's called the Age of Aquarius (word) When logic and truth will take care of us So in this age, of spiritual dignity You'll see a rise in femininity and creativity, meshed with masculinity You got to get with me, this is your true her-story (rrryyy!) Do you wanna go higher |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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 me are the son Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection Any sucker MC must run come Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone 1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone Every posse KNOW we come in the dance we teach reality-ta-tee an' reality, reality-ta-ta-tee We nah deal with sickness and negativity We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah On the con-sole we have the man D-Square Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah at George Bush, cause him D my nigga KRS-One, him the President come The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de (Ms. Melodie) Comin live and direct in full effect Ms. M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard If someone said, well damn, who is it? It's Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it (?) Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy The way they treat blacks, in white society It's erection rebellion, revolution uprisin Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin Government they try to manage and rule Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool That's why I search, explore, inspect, investigate Drop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates (KRS-One) Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah KRS-One, boy, must come fi straighter Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah Every posse know me come in the dance not later Come in early, every posse captivator KRS-One, and enough herb gate-ah Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah KRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-am KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah KRS-One, me come to nice up any jam Me comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ah Down with the set is a Harmony-ah Ms. Melodie and my man Kenny P ah Come in Jam and look at what a raw stylee (Jamal-Ski) {best gues} Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent Pick-a-dig-dinny Jump up upon me come to run it again Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend Tell your mudda and tell you fadda and tell your sista and yuh bruda A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOW Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH IT Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a when me do that, the dancehall fi run Some of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell ganjah But I'm the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylah And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah! Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ah What dey call me, BDP posse an' a Jamal now can rewind stylee Rewind circulate, never ever imitate When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great Test me, and you'll, test your fate BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a come in now KRS-One, an' a (KRS-One) Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma Me a melt down the sound-ah Melt down the sound, come mi say melt down the sound-ah KRS-One, the master of the verb and noun ah Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner Kings, mash up, crown Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah Every posse know that we ah rule every sound Jump up in the dance and run every town ah DJ, nuff, clown Come up in the dance, BUCKS em right down ah If you a Prince we'll flood ya and you drown ah KRS-One ah, mash up better sound ah Satan in the dance, we a mash right down ah Down, to the ground KRS him have the number one sound Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound sound Number one sound WHAT in creation Play with yourself it's called masturbation Chop it off, castration Jesus Christ get the crucifixion Three days later, resurrection He's comin back, read Revelation Close the book, pick up your gun And fight in the African revolution Righteous man, get liberation Wicked man get execution It's called the battle of armageddeon Through my mouth is a translation Unto recknoning to circulation Nuff African education DJ Kenny Parker YES you are the don Edutainer teach nuff wisdom 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 Scott LaRock, you're gonna make the party live It takes 1 dee jay, jigga jay ah jay ah jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay ah jay It takes 1, jigga jay jay, a jigga jay jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay It takes a jigga to your face, a jigga jay jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga 1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay 1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a 1.. |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
Well my ladies and gentlemen
This is a rapsession and my name is "KRS-One!" And when I talk about "Hip-Hop Music!", I know [Kris] One: Breaking or breakdancing Rally b-boying, freestyle or streetdancin' Two: MC'ing or rap Divine speech what I'm doing right now no act Three: Grafitti art or burning bombin' Taggin', writin', now you're learning! uh! Four : DJ'ing, we ain't playing! {*scratch* You know what I'm saying! Five : Beatboxing Give me a {*beatboxin* Yes and we rockin'! Six: Street fashion, lookin' fly Catchin' the eye while them cats walk on by Seven: Street language, our verbal communication Our codes throughout the nation Eight: Street knowledge, common sense The wisdom of the elders from way back whence Nine : Street entrepreneur realism No job, just get up call 'em and get 'em Here's how I'm tellin' it, all 9 Elements We stand in love, no we're never failing it Intelligent? No doubt Hip-Hop? We're not selling it out, we're just lettin' it out If you're checkin' us out this hour, we teatchin' hip-hop Holy integrated people have it, I'm the present power! [Chorus] Rap is something you do! 3x Hip-Hop is something you live! *scratched* Rap is something you do! Hip-Hop is something you live! *scratched* [Kris] Skaters, BMX-bike riders rock Don't you ever stop! You are hip-hop You doing the same things we did on our block in the suburbs You know you be packing that black block Selling that crackrock and ecstacy Gettin' pissydrunk, fallin' out next to me But like I told those in the ghettoes Here's the facts! True hip-hop is so much more than that Hip-hop is all about victory over the streets Some much more than rap, so much more than beats What you see on TV is a lie That's not something you wanna live or pattern your life by But, huh that's too much preachin' ain't it? You don't want the ?education?, you wanna be dead on the pavement Well, so be it, some of ya'll ain't gonna see it Others wanna enslave your mind! Kris wanna free it! [Chorus] Rap is something you do! 5x Hip-Hop is something you live! *scratched* "Oh yea" *scratched* --- From "P is dead" "I have spent my whole life livin'", "talk to the fullest", "no doubt" [Kris] You know that's why these rappers can't hang Cause the essence of hip-hop is not a material thang They so careless, hip-hop is in a {? we give Rap we do, hip-hop we live How many times I gotta say it? How the radio ain't gonna play it And you hip-hoppers sit back and okay it Think about it! (think about it) The present course of action, we have got to reroute it! [Chorus: repeat 3X] Hip-Hop is something you live! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
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 |
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from KRS-One - D.I.G.I.T.A.L. (2003)
Here comes the mighty
Yes im a righty I live in a apartment with my mom I rap becuz i listen to beats on cd roms Man i wish i was on the road to fame Instead they say im lame But ill try to prove them right I just think they're lookin for a fight Forget it Ill just get my revenge on them rabbits No im just playing I just hope i keep praying I couldnt hear what my mom was saying All i heard was Blahbleebblibblob My brotha has an imaginary friend named Bob All he does is talk about gob Naw ill quit talkin And ill just keep walkin Im outy Before it gets too crowdy Im out |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
The beat was sposed to drop right there
The beat was sposed to drop right there The beat was sposed to drop right there Yeah yeah yeah... uhh I send this one out, to my right hand man or mens, or womens, the whole crew The real fam Chorus: KRS-One We can count the dough or kick a flow or chill out watchin videos or actin really silly yo but really doe all that can end... Whether at the bar with superstars or cruisin in the trooper car I really don't care who you are All I really need is a friend Verse One: KRS-One If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us We respond to those who show respect with respect We respond we connect on the same deck same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly If you can't understand, we boys we boys We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine my man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl my man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan? I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men or women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit in the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble Still I got my own space like Hubble Chorus Verse Two: KRS-One Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us and wanna shout us, but you my man from way back I just gots to say that, actin large I don't play that But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust When we used to ride the bus we had trust Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin to just get what they can get, sit quickly backstabbin the click I roll thick, but only some are friends really down to the end, my right hand men and women Mutual support, from the beginning Been in, exactly what I've been in Chorus Verse Three: KRS-One Back to back we attack corporate America Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area You my man I ain't gotta drag you along You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin on I don't see nothin wrong wit a little bumpin car system thumpin, between the crew we always got sump'un But if we had nuttin no frontin whatever We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together Word, fake people ain't worth a turd They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard I send this record to the well respected Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected Yeah, so check it, so check it Chorus |
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from KRS-One - Krs-One (1995)
Intro: KRS-One
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah! Verse One: KRS-One So here I go kickin science in ninety-five I be illin, parental discretion is advised still don't call me nigga, this MC goes for his Call me God, cause that's what the black man is Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution" They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it Down to start a riot in a minute You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY! That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK! That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO! That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and you black people still thinkin about vot-ing Every president we ever had lied You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died! Chorus Verse Two: KRS This is not the first time I came to the planet But everytime I come, only a few could understand it I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like get wit you, showin you, you are invincible The Black Panther is the black answer for real In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away and enters into Kwame Ture Chorus Verse Three: KRS-One In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do So I grab the air and speak through the code the devil cannot see through as I unload into another cerebellum Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid The son of God is brighter than the son of man The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is We got no time for fancy mathematics Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic Chorus |
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from KRS-One - D.I.G.I.T.A.L. (2003)
Intro: KRS-One
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah! Verse One: KRS-One So here I go kickin science in ninety-five I be illin, parental discretion is advised still don't call me nigga, this MC goes for his Call me God, cause that's what the black man is Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution" They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it Down to start a riot in a minute You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY! That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK! That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO! That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and you black people still thinkin about vot-ing Every president we ever had lied You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died! Chorus Verse Two: KRS This is not the first time I came to the planet But everytime I come, only a few could understand it I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like get wit you, showin you, you are invincible The Black Panther is the black answer for real In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away and enters into Kwame Ture Chorus Verse Three: KRS-One In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do So I grab the air and speak through the code the devil cannot see through as I unload into another cerebellum Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid The son of God is brighter than the son of man The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is We got no time for fancy mathematics Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic Chorus |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS]
You know it's Kris! [Chorus] It ain't the same now (it ain't the same) They switched the game now (they switched up on us) They talk 'bout chains now (bling bling) Rims on the Range now It's sounding plain now Y'all rock the same style (sound of the mic) I know the way how (I know) Bring it back to one It's supposed to be... [KRS] This is the way it's supposed to be It's supposed to be like you more close to me It's supposed to be about our families It's supposed to be about avoiding catastrophe But it's all about salary and flattery Distrust, lust, hate and tragedy It's supposed to be about you and me on the same route Were you there in eighty-six when I first came out? And you know about how they runnin' this game out It's supposed to be about fun and getting' the pain out But it's all about clout and poppin' them chains out Instead of forgiveness, we poppin' they brains out It's supposed to be about seekin' in the seek out You witnessin' injustice, you got to speak out If you claimin' you love this, you got to release doubt Knowledge is what I'm all about [Chorus] [KRS] Well it's supposed to be sunlight over me Light over you, not you runnin' over me It's supposed to be a two dollar royalty minimum A Hiphop guild�we got to begin buildin' 'em It's supposed to be NO police brutality And the fact that we tolerate that crap is insanity It's supposed to be museums and archives Where people can see the importance of OUR lives But it ain't about any of this Cats are trying to get that diamond-studded Rolex on they wrist You hear a voice in the wilderness�you know it's Kris Higher consciousness lyrics, they will persist But it's supposed to be about makin' it better You see, Hiphop's not a product like pants or sweater Go ahead�be a hero, get your cheddar Even y'all gonna see when you look back you remember that [Chorus] [KRS] You can see in your heart how it's supposed to be You doin' your part, THAT'S how it's supposed to be Pursuin' your art, THAT'S how it's supposed to be Today you will start, THAT'S how it's supposed to be It shouldn't be about you movin' slowly Then talkin' junk when you don't even know me And you cats be pussy like Josie I +Touch+ "50 MC's" like +Tony+ Everybody in the hood ain't your homie I spit the truth, but I'm not the only There's plenty K-R-S-O-N-E [Chorus] |
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from KRS-One - Maximum Strength 2008 (2008)
[KRS-One:]
Woooooooooo! Where my men at? Real dudes Where you at? Look [Chorus: KRS-One] Me is a mon, understand, not a passin trend Me is a mon, understand, we provide and defend Me a mon with a plan, my love it never ends I'm callin - all my men, ALL MY MEN~! [KRS-One:] All my men that be holdin down they house and they spouse Men, y'all know what I'm talkin about Real men, providin for the kids, no doubt Holla out, 'gwan shout, you the man of the house Men! In my opinion if we gonna start winnin F'real, we gotta respect women Every mister, hug your sister, it's the Time to support your woman and not diss her It's the, teacher, overstand I'm like a preacher, reachin your upper man Man, many don't understand How important it is to have a plan [Chorus x2] [KRS-One:] All my men that be holdin they house down, true workin All my men that be holdin they spouse down, for certain! You spread love when you drivin around town, not jerkin You a healer, you take away what's hurtin Cause if a man can't do what a man plans to do, his purpose Then a man makes plans with empty hands, he's worthless He can't even understand the plan What the second or the first is Let me verse this or reverse this statistic We gotta think futuristic Strategic, logistical and even mystical We need a new ritual I'm tired of jumpin over buildings And havin to stop to hold adult hands like children C'mon, you can do it, c'mon And when they get paid then they quickly run along This ain't just another song This is that fruit that reveals the right from the wrong It won't be long here, before the storm's here And real men are gonna have to be strong [Chorus x2] [KRS-One:] Be a MON, stand on principle Just be a MON, let God live in you Just be a MON, walk in the spiritual Metaphysical, political, lyrical Just be a MON! Understand you not a passing trend And this is the end |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus]
I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me [Verse One] The Kristyles is officially on blast Don't worry about what he say, cuz he wont last If you want to learn the way take a seat in this class I write albums like singles and release them so fast I get around the whole country on foot like Flash I don't fly across country I be there with the mass Drivin, drivin, pulling up to your hood spot You sayin to your son, "now this how radio should rock." I pray for these radio cats cuz they don't know how fast I be movin when they be movin slow This ain't no fast food rap dude, get it and go This that home cooked type meal, lyrical flow Spiritual grow, ya know cuz ya was there, fo sho Like Joey Greck I'm not the average Joe (Yo, welcome cats to the BDP show with KRS, Kenny Barker, G Simone, and Chalk-o) [Chorus] I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me [Verse Two] I spit when I speak, when I speak I spit When I spit what I spat it splits ya clique Spit, spat, speak, spoke, either way I spat that your rap's not dope any way When you spoke I spit that splattered your scope I split that and spit that unanimous quote No hope when I battle I'm staggering folk They slip-sliding away there rappers ain't dope Get my coat, I make sure you can see shells For sure you gon' see them cuz all you see is sales Forget it you ain't wit it, admit it Every thing you did I already did it [Chorus] I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me [Verse Three] Too many emcees not enough time nine out of ten niggaz say they wanna rhyme Four out of nine talk about drugs and crime Three out of four say they wit it but they not Two out of five spit fire plus the underground One out of three spit righteous but they never shine One out of two claim they ballin all the time And only one make it to prime Do that math, only one Biggie, one Pac, one Jay-Z one Nas, one Fifty, one X, one Slim Shady One KRS-One, one L, one K, one Busta, one Pun, one Love, only one me Take that TNT, that spit is my property You copy me, fuck you, pay me (nigga) [Chorus] I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
[KRS-One]
Who was the first to flash the heat on the cover? Who was the first crew to go against another? Who was the first to go acapella on a video replay? Who was the first to lose a DJ? Who was the first to teach at Yale? Who was the first to hit that hip-hop reggae, on the nail? Who was the first to say +Stop the Violence+ And teach that real bad boys move in silence? You're soon to see the mind bendin rhyme weapon Get more busy than two-two-three-double-nine-seven All these rappers, swear they the best I know whatchu thinkin about, "Where's KRS?" Eighty percent of these rappers fake they {shit} The other twenty percent they goin upstate and {shit} There's no way out except knowledge and wisdom I got it so I spit 'em you ain't got it you gotta get 'em Who was the first to produce mix and write At the same time up in the club rockin the mic? Who was the first to have a DJ and a side man? The first to say what is hip-hop? "I AM!" Who was the first to produce gangster {shit}? Put out, gangster hits with a gangster click? Not no prankster (shit), Steady be, Mad Lion Just-Ice, Shabba Ranks and (shit) My Channel is Live, my only battle is Jive MC to MC, you won't survive You'll be censored cause my Crew is 2 Live I ascend like Christ and watch you die Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!) Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!) DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop (HERE!) Hip-Hop (RIGHT HERE!) Hip-Hop (RIGHT HERE!) Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!) Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!) DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop (HERE!) Hip-Hop (RIGHT HERE!) Hip-Hop (RIGHT HERE!) [KRS-One] I'm like Noah, I'm takin 'em, two by two I took, them and them and I'll take, you and you Be I'm right or be I'm wrong You'll see I'm tight with this mic, you should be like, "be |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
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 |
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from KRS-One - Maximum Strength 2008 (2008)
[KRS-One:]
Yeah, HUT HUT HUT HUT! I know we ain't gettin soft, HUT HUT HUT HUT! I know we ain't gettin soft, listen FIYAH! [Chorus: KRS-One] When you advertise in New York You best to beware, oh yes When you advertise in New York, you best to beware Cause the bling bling, and de sex t'ing Dem no care, oh no, you best to beware Oh no, yo you best to beware, oh no noooo [KRS-One:] This is how they do it kid, I thought you knew it kid This is how they set us up listen I can prove it kid Many don't understand, you see it's all a plan To keep the black man a child like he's Peter Pan You'll never see a man, a real black man Until you see a man with control of his hands And to control your hands means you control your mind And to control your mind means you ain't commitin crimes Man you smarter than that, goin to prison is whack Even the people in prison know I'm spittin the facts I'm gettin open, open the class up Don't smoke crack it'll tear yo' ass up [Chorus] [KRS-One:] Listen! We got our own problems here in the States So you know I'm not pointin the finger BUT WAIT This is somethin y'all got to see Even the UN knows violence begins with poverty When you ain't got no money, it's quicker to kill It's human nature that's way the jails are filled And the MILITARY? From the time you sign up To kill your neighbor man it's a SIN already And SIN meaning Selfish Inconsiderate Needs Gimme what I want! I don't care who bleeds These days people ready to steal and rob All in the name of I'm DOING MY JOB~! But what about doing your work, what's your purpose? No human being is worthless Think about this before you pull the trigger And you call your sister a bitch and your brother a - WHOA [Chorus] [KRS-One:] Knowledge Reigns Supreme again, ignorance is weakenin Truth is what I'm speakin when I'm reachin and teachin my friends Life is more than just cars and lust Unity is a must, we need to build trust Open up your mind to this, raisin up your consciousness Whether you a pessimist, strategist or optimist My synopsis is knowledge ain't where college is Knowledge is for leaders and wisdom is for philosophers Now I'm hearin London gettin violence like Brooklyn was Brothers gettin shot just for lookin cause? I thought we deaded that, we need to be headed back Yo France, you need to be coverin your brother's back Bring the lovin back, cause the government don't love you They into murder, money, and stayin above you They want you all in prison So before you kill your sister or brother stop and listen [Chorus] |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Buck buck buck-buck-buck, buck-buck buck buck!
All rude bwoy lissen up! Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop Stop shootin black people, we all gonna drop You don't even get, paid a whole lot So take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock! Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock! Lookin for your people when you walk down a block Here in America you have drug spot They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot The black drug dealer just avoid black cop They're killin each other on a East Coast block Killin each other on a West Coast block White police, don't give a care about dat Dem want us killin each other over crack Anyway you put it it's a black on BLACK Black cop black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop Thirty years, there were no black cops You couldn't even run, drive round the block Recently police trained black cop To stand on the corner, and take gunshot This type of warfare isn't new or a shock It's black on black crime again nonSTOP Black cop!! Black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker comin into my face.. Don't be the sucker.. Here's what the West and the East have in common Both have black cops in cars profilin Hardcore kids in the West got stress In the East we are chased by the same black beast The black cop is the only real obstacle Black slave turned black cop is not logical But very psychological, haven't you heard? It's the BLACK COP killin black kids in Johannesburg Whassup black cop, yo, whassup?! Your authorization says shoot your nation You wanna uphold the law, what could you do to me? The same law dissed the whole black community You can't play both sides of the fence 1993 mad kids are gettin tense Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop Stop shootin black people we all gonna drop You don't even get, paid a whole lot Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock! Take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock! Take your uzi, put it 'pon lock! Black cop black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't.. don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't-don't-don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't-don't-don't-don't Don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't-don't, don't-don't Don't be the sucker comin into my face Don't-don't-don't! Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that yang-yang |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
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 effect |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
(static) Yo they comin'. It's crazy but I know it they comin'. Maybe not lately I feel it coming. I knew it they comin'. (static) This just in. President (static) I guarentee (static) Jim...Jimmy Jimmy wake up. Jimmy! (static) Only the Lord can save (static) 5.99 no obligation (static) Let me start to rock this mic (static) Now the polar bear hybernates (static) And and what was going through your mind right now. KRS-1: Look aat these weak MC's getting G's Never wore BVD's or even bellbottom Lees Please, with these fantisies about you selliing keys When you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese On your knees you know my steez Kris is nice with theses M-I-Cs I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens while I be hitten And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin' And cable clippin', still sickenin' Even though some people ain't admitting Through they system I keeps it kickin' And tippin' the scale I pay tuiton not bail Drink water not ale, MC Hammer hits it right on the nail I can't fail with my 7 stripes Strike one pierces the lung over the drum MC's become dumb Like "um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the bass drum I am D the MC like Run, spittin' lyrics for fun And for a sum of the bread crumb You missed when you swung, I connected whole hum Another one done underestimated KRS-1, yeah so... Hook: Redman: Say blowe KRS-1: If you really want true skill Redman: Say blowe KRS-1: If you want the hip hop to build Redman:Say blowe KRS-1: We rock it all year round Redman: You better cool the F out before we go up in your mouth KRS-1: It's just beguuuun, to bubble KRS-Onnnne spells trouble On the mic soooon there is no double I emerge from under the rumble Count the truth poetic construction, audio abduction Showbiz production for wack lyric reduction And fly rhyme instruction keep the party hoppin' Keep the DJs buggin' for the orthodox Non Xerox hip hop chatter box It was dope first crack out the box with Scott LaRock How MC's are washed up like sweat socks KRS-1 makes the heads nod Hook Redman: KRS-1 KRS-!: Yes my son Redman: Tweet tweet (x2) KRS-1: You know they can't compete, ain't that right Redman: No doubt. You better cool the F out before we go up in your mouth KRS-1: When it's my turn kid, look at what you done did Like my head is dreadable you edible I kick incredible shit, for my poeple I'm jackin' these like me so sue and Stretch like Bobbito overloops While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group You screwed up, oops, I can read a true crook Like I can read a good book I'm hooked on hip hop culture Look at the tip top lyrical structure Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't wann puncture Or rupture, I write what I udder, mother mother mother There's too many of us dying still trying and not doin' Not suceeding still pursueing what you doing? What you doing? What you doing? The session is started departed on schedule I beg you please lookover my lyrical menu What other can't do I can do Enhancing 7 levels of your mental I dismantel stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical best Worldwide qualified to administer any MC test Stop guessin' class is in full session Now Showbiz show 'em how |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog Rushed out the door to inhale the smog As I ran, I began to wonder Should I produce or should I tour this summer Well just that second I heard stay where you are Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car I laid on the pavement like I was hurt Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk He said, ah boy you better watch where you run as he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun I said Officer man I ain't do nothin He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin? Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street? At this time I had stood to my feet and said Wait a minute And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't with it so On the ground was a bottle of Snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking Adam's apple As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun and began to act up with that (Chorus) Well I threw down the gun and began to run I got back in no time and loaded the nine First I took two clips and then I took two more I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door I took three shots and then I laid They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade It went boom like a supernova Badges arms heads legs cops were all over I jumped out the fire escape down to the street and I started to run you know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself Holy shit! My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday ghetto pain Black men are judged by their clothes Black women are looked at as hoes So I as one of these uppity n----s Can only rely on the sound of a trigga going (Chorus) Well I staggered down the street to an old bookstore Called the Tree of Life (Yo D it ain't there no more) But when it was boy I was lucky Cause in the basement is where they stuck me When I awoke at the 14th hour Three black women had gave me a quick shower I stayed a while and escaped in a truck Driven by two guys, Rakim and Chuck What the fuck I asked as I laid there How many guys do you drive a day there? Chuck said many, Rakim said plenty it's an everyday thing when you're willing to sing a song... (Chorus) Peace and love to DJ Scott LaRock he's in there still! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog Rushed out the door to inhale the smog As I ran, I began to wonder Should I produce or should I tour this summer Well just that second I heard stay where you are Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car I laid on the pavement like I was hurt Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk He said, ah boy you better watch where you run As he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun I said officer man I ain't do nothin He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin? Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street? At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't With it so On the ground was a bottle of snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking Adam's apple As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun and Began to act up with that (chorus) Well I threw down the gun and began to run I got back in no time and loaded the nine First I took two clips and then I took two more I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door I took three shots and then I laid They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade It went boom like a supernova Badges arms heads legs cops were all over I jumped out the fire escape down to the street and I started to run you Know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself holy shit! My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no Time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday Ghetto pain Black men are judged by their clothes Black women are looked at as hoes So I as one of these uppity n----s Can only rely on the sound of a trigga going (chorus) Well I staggered down the street to an old bookstore Called the tree of life (yo d it ain't there no more) But when it was boy I was lucky Cause in the basement is where they stuck me When I awoke at the 14th hour Three black women had gave me a quick shower I stayed a while and escaped in a truck Driven by two guys, rakim and chuck What the fuck I asked as I laid there how many guys do you drive a day There? chuck said many, rakim said plenty it's an everyday thing when You're willing to sing a song... (chorus) Peace and love to dj scott larock he's in there still! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
(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.. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
(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.. |
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from KRS-One - D.I.G.I.T.A.L. (2003)
[KRS-One]
Every once in a while You got to put aside childish things And get with the teachers and the kings K-R-S... Truck Turner... Bring It To The Cypher Like this, like this y'all [Verse One: Truck Turner] I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to snap Cut a nigga throat, put a bullet through his hat With his head attached What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew back Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga true that You in my way, move that, Truck coming through that Run up in your spot, come out, raising two gats Move back, give a nigga room, let me hit this Way back, since up in the womb, I was with this Every sentence, we doom with consistence Be the witness, let me spit this, Kris hit this [KRS-One] Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, let's try to get two 50s Don't stop and switch a temple, let's work and build a city You see the equation, to this whole situation? If I'm the God of rap and you battling me, you Satan And that's why you hating, creating debates When you know damn well that your title will be taken [Hook: 2X] You think you all that son? BRING IT TO THE CYPHER! You only got platinum? BRING IT TO THE CYPHER! You think you got props son? BRING IT TO THE CYPHER! You living Hip Hop son? BRING IT TO THE CYPHER! [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty time To kick many rhymes, big time, all time Taking it to you over time, so when I'm flowing rhymes Bright I shine, simply cuz I'm Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I climb Bring in the chime, in your mind, you fall behind Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will Still number one for fun, kill another one Battle your bugging son Look I cut your tongue, KRS-One is never done I am the proper one, this ass-whipping will make you better son Go and tell your mum I took a bite out of your bum Anytime you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it Never running up on it, you never disappointed, get on it I simply jam, not that I give a damn Let me tell you who I am, just ask your buddy Put your cash on Kris, I bet you double up your money You can call me Chris Rock, ain't nothing funny [Truck Turner] Nigga what, let me change my style up, in a rough Nigga duck, dropped your face, pick it up, shook 'em up Automatic fire ? Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh! All up in the party, clip it out, give it up [KRS-One] Where's the money for this single, get it out, give it up Blastmaster's coming through Truck, what [Hook: 2X] [Verse Three: Truck Turner] That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark Body parts chalked, where we live, how we get down Come up on my block making noise, keep the shit down I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down Perfect fit now, now clown, who the shit now? Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to spit rounds Me and you, getting it on? Don't even go there Once I bring it to you, you won't be save nowhere Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't even show there It'll be a double burial dukes, when the smoke clears Love you like a brother, but I'll kill you if you rally Stay on my good side, my bad side, I annihilate Don't hold me back, get off me, told these kats never cross me But they crossed the line, I gotta show 'em My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah) Ice pick, adequate style, I'm bout to blow him Dudes get trifle, catch the barrel of the rifle Fuck you, until more niggaz looking just like you Don't toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cycles I squeeze you load (I squeeze you reload) I squeeze you reload till this whole shit can roll Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit sold Like bad heads that fold at war, anything goes Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode nigga what [Hook: 2X] Truck... Turner... express, ya don't stop K... R... S...... Truck... Turner... express, c'mon y'all K... R... S...... |
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from KRS-One - Return Of The Boom Bap (2000)
{Kid Capri}
Aiyyo Kris, yo yo yo! That was fresh, come with that next shit Uhh! Fat fat fat fat beats! .. How refreshing is it really? How refreshing is it really?! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Whoo! .. Big shout out to Philly in the house G. Simone, you know you're not alone KRS-One on the micraphone Now we gonna come down ruffneck like this now seen? Mad Lion hold tight Chorus: Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a HOE Any man that drop the lyric what we give them the BO Brown skin woman you a queen and not a HOE Any man that drop the lyric what we give them the BO Verse One: We don't come with disrespect, we come with intellect If you come with disrespect you get a rope around your neck Some people don't expect me, to be so violent But me NAH violent, just myself I protect Too many time I see, young gwal pickadee Pay five ten twenty thirty dollar to see some rapper some singer some .. celebrity Talk bout they wan fi sex up and fill up you body But them NAH talk about peelin off some money for the pumpin onna bed, when you haf the baby Whattaya think can happen next? After you're done havin sex? Too much of ignorance, not enough intellence Mahn me NOT against sex, but too many DJ talk sex but them not talk about the next day Cause the next day them gone, and you sit alone Got em soup up your mic, pon de micraphone Chorus (w/ minor variations) Verse Two: Brown skin gwal them can't diss yo Cause you run the show-ow-ow! Them call you all type of bimbo But you know you're not a hoe-oe-oe! Bwoy pickade, check out your history Brown man is a God in any ci-ty White, man knew dat, and dat was a shock So dem whip up your bod', and dem whippin not stop But dem NAH can't stop us wit de whip and de chain So dem take away your history, erase your name STILL, with no name, with no fight, with no fuss We just, take on the name, that MASSA give us That name is NI-GGA, the correct is NE-GRO It's spa-nish for BLACK, white mahn call us DAT There is also NE-GROID, also NE-GRO Now, all nigga pon the corner playin cee-lo Man you're not a ne-gro, cause you're skin is not black Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's a fact You not jump from no tree, you not live in no cave That's some GARBAGE dem print, dem want you to behave! You a African man, some say Asian You must respect your love, all brown skin 'oman! If you diss your 'oman, you not come wit no plan So shut up your mowf, til you must understand! Chorus (w/ minor variations) Outro: I know you want me to call you a nigga.. NO! I know you want me to call you a hoe.. NO! I know you want me to call you a bitch.. NO! This is how it go! {Kid Capri} Yes Kris, you're large! Another fat production by the KIIIIID Capri Big shouts to the engineer Naughty Big shouts to Luca, and we OUTTTTTTTTA here! Peeeeeeeeeeace! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
[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 when you've read them shits, READ them shits again! But watch what you're repeatin If you don't know the history of the author you don't know what you're reading! Yeah I'm still the original Leaving MC's lyrically miserable Their criminal syllables are minimal, show me respect BOY Cause I build and destroy! [Kenny] Now.. after all that if anybody out there STILL got beef, check it out We rip the lecture tours, we rip the beats we rip the jams, we'll straight up rip that ass knowhatI'msayin Will? [Will] Word! [KRS] Yeah it seems they all forgot On the mic you'll get fucked up In the clubs you'll get fucked up Anywhere Bronx Brooklyn Queens Manhattan Jersey Japan Staten Isle.. yo anywhere you'll get fucked up Don't you know we live for the battle? I'm outta here Yo cut that beat off |
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from KRS-One - Krs-One (1995)
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
Verse One: KRS-One Check, I control your mind with one rhyme I speak And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beach Have a seat quick I speak or spit flicks on your ??? Time to complete shit, no weak shit, I mean freak shit properly I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me Insanity it got to be My true idenity is never meant to see I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally [Busta Rhymes] Yo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly! Verse two: KRS-One Thats the hip hop, the hibby I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted Like December 25th Now let me flip I'm all knowing lyrically syllable growing Even when it's snowing I'm party going Free flowing and stomping! Never tip-toeing Overthrowing the comp Big up Bronx! I got more styles than the planet got women I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women Don't make me come out on that ass start flippin' Your mental I'm afflictin' Actin' ill and sickin' Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' 'em Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them As my Hydrogen turns to Helium I shine! None of your lyrics I'm feelin' 'em You rhyme Like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin' a pot with a name like Mariam Chorus: But rappers talk too much shit And can't back it up with lyrics Build ya skills It's time for the raw shit Not that on tour shit That real hardcore shit KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea Bitin' motherfuckers hear my shit and get up outta here! I don't care this year Alot of albums is wak this year "Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah! Thanks for the invite It's just about to get hype That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like I will be displayin' lyrical styles I'm saying Lyrical styles from the miracle child Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial? Smile I been here for awhile Peep my style while I go on with the song I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon clicka clacka! clicka clacka! Take a spraycan and slap a wak rapper! Stacks of money for videos I don't have it You're lookin' at the last MC with true talent Get your tape recorder fast kid Boombastic another classic Turn up the cassette! All my styles are lyrically fantastic and movin' While soothin' any urges for booing Ungluing your mouth from my private The more the merrier Syllable superior East coast- West Coast battles are inferior Cause I by myself will take out the whole North America We need to expand rap beyond this land Set up competitions with England and Japan World cups for rappers that really fuck shit for fun ....Yeah I know I'll get one Chorus |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
[KRS-One]
Open a the herb gate selling pure ganja Babylon come but they undercover They never really want me stop sell ganja (They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far!) But I'm not having it, I load the SLR Pack the ganja boom! They break down the door Pop-pop! T'ree shots, exchanged at close range Out of three Babylon, me hit one in the brain Pop-pop! Two shots hit the window pane I exchanged four shots, I drop and feel pain but I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawl I look out the window, it's a one story fall I'm falling, hit the ground and start crawling Soon I'm walking 'round, blending in with the crowd Another day, I got away, I gotta fix this problem someday But the very next day [Chorus: x2] Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm All competition I gots to get wit 'em Me nah go jail and me nah go prison (Take it to his face kid, dis him!) [KRS-One] I'm in another herb gate like a superstar Eleven A.M., things are safe so far I used to worry 'bout the competition on the block But now the competition on the block is the cops And even block watch doesn't know where we lay Well ("Open up! It's the D.E.A.!") Aww man, just when I went for more lead The door opens up, I got a glock to my forehead ("Get down! Get on the floor!") I felt the stick, I thought I was dead But I woke up instead in a cell laying on my bed I lay back down, then I heard the crack sound Two D.T.'s came in and laid they glocks down One was whistling a love song, as he put some gloves on I thought to myself, damn something's wrong Boom bap! Boom bap against my head I fell back on the bed, down to his feet The pain was insane but the hit was sweet Cause these dumb-ass cops punched me right by the heat The glock, two shots, three shots they screaming Then someone said ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreaming!") I said, "Yo dreaming?! That nightmare was hell" But as I look around, I was still in my cell Damn, I got myself caught up in a jam The D.T. that woke me up was like, WHAT?! I wiped the saliva, off my mouth The D.T. said.. ("Let's make a deal") No doubt! No question, now we started up the session No need for guessing, yes they want my supplier I said, what makes you think there's anyone higher? He said.. ("Don't be a God damned liar!") You killed three D.T.'s yesterday, you heard me But still the cops you knocked off yea was dirty Now the whole investigation is federal We want you to point out, the rest of the cops that are criminal He continued to say, you can't think it through This whole drug game is BIGGER than you! Follow our plan man and you'll be free Let me explain one thing so you can see, we [Chorus] [KRS-One] Now I'm back in the herb gate, all wired up Constantly thinking about being tied up Snap out of it, I'm thinking, "Damn we like elves! The federal and local cops got wars with themselves; and I'm in the middle, and can't solve the riddle. My nose is runny" ("Let me get a 20!") A 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown? ("Gimme the whole pound, clown, or duck down!") God damn, God damn, here we go again But this time I'm set up by my federal friend Suddenly I hear ("Yo, move from the door!") Followed by the shot sounded like a four-four After the violence, then there was silence Then I heard.. ("Hey yo it's us, open up the door!") But rule number one in this game is self-reliance So I picked up the mini-mac in case they wanted more The door opened up, the feds said what up? They was sticking you up, so they had to get bucked Suddenly a sense of trust came over me I thought to myself, "Well soon I'll be free!" But as I turned around, I heard the gun go click I said wait, but it was too late ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By K R S ONE/KRSONE/MUGGERUD LARRY E/MUGGS/PARKER LAWRENCE KRSONE Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
Come to da party come to the dance Everyone is fightin So they fired up up and away Come to da party come to the dance To pull out the vinyl so they fired up up and away [KRS One] Yeah yeah Hardcore lyric comin at ya they attackin ya Rappers bite like Dracula the soul of hip hop I'm puttin back in ya with the South Bronx vernacular Bound to put the crack in your armor, I am much sharper than a lot of other mic rockers, slightly eccentric but everything's authentic, when I said, "I'm hip-hop," I meant it Emcees wanna debate the issue, but false though If they studied they would see that they are hip-hop also Hip-Hop you can't do it, you gots to be it You can't confine it, you have to free it, so you can see it as your expression, and learn the lesson, on life in ghetto sections and what you feel is the forward direction for black people, not these Star Wars save that for R2-D2 I got five fingers like Bruce Lee do And with the five fingers I grab microphones and bring the stinger to DJ's, rappers, singers and beer drinkers This MC's a thinker, unlike others but I won't diss yaz You're still my brothers and sisters, Kris is ONE aspect of hip-hop rap Negative rap, positive rap, forget that black it's a trap to set us back, concentrate on various rap talents Presently the rap radio format is unbalanced You either got the player, or the concious rhyme sayer all day, on your radio, not with a different flavor Someone has to DIE before you hear a concious record People don't like gangsta rap, but concious rap, they don't respect it The truth is people are afraid of black youth Our expressions, our lessons and gold teeth, so.. [Joe] Come to da party, come to the dance Everyone is shoutin So they fired up, up and away Come to da party, come to the dance Everyone is singin so they fired up, up and away |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
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? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
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? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded... |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
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? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded... |
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from KRS-One - Krs-One (1995)
Some fear de 'matic
Ah hah hah, heh heh heh, EHHH Check it out Some fear de 'matic, yes de automatic Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it De automatic, get de automatic Tonight a rapper gwan die Crazy MC's waste they time chasin' millions While KRS-One, holds the minds of the children I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and forty-four thousand Chosen few heads up in project housin' A true rapper, street rapper, rappin' to the center I enter any cipher, with tales of adventure If rappers are ridin' beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad fenders Put down your mic and surrender Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement Kickin' Edutainment while you wait for your arraignment Save it friend before your chest I cave it in I got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin' Harley Davidson How do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you figure It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga Don't mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter For starters, I come at you poetically harder De automatic, get de automatic Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it De automatic, get de automatic Tonight a rapper gwan die Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice? When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose (Word) KRS-One will fuck up parties dramatically My reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically When you was home witcha mother, afraid of the dark I was sleepin' out in Prospect Park Eatin' one meal every 48 hours Writin' dope rhyme styles that you now devour Don't you realize, that I'm all about survival I got only friends cause I KILLED all my rivals Show up at the rhyme recitals, took they titles From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle De automatic, get de automatic Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it De automatic, get de automatic Tonight a rapper gwan die I spent 40 days, and 40 nights in the wilderness I'm hard, from head to toe yo there ain't no killin' this I wrote over 100 rap hooks and sociological books, while you worried about your looks Now you want to enter the dragon in sound But I've got the live club show locked down Platinum and gold don't hold in my arena You gots to keep it real on the mic, when they see ya I manifest, in the West the East and overseas The vision in rap is wack, and I don't know of these I represent New York to be specific The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm still gifted I grab a jet and land on your set, what the fuck? Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty bucks I start from eighty-six, and bring you into ninety-six No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync lyrics De automatic, get de automatic Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it De automatic, get de automatic Tonight a rapper gwan die Yeah yeah it's the God Fat Joe Representin' the motherfuckin' South Bronx With my nigga Kris, knockin' off frauds Motherfuckers want to do what? Big shout out to my nigga Kenny Parker Ill Will, BDP crew for life nigga Naughty Gotto, the Big French productions Of course the TAT crew, my nigga Brim The T.S. crew, and the whole Godsville South Bronx represent nigga, uhh The South Bronx, the South South Bronx South Bronx, the South South Bronx Yeah! Uhh! |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS-One]
Turn it up now, it's yo' time (ha!) Thanks for yo' nickel and yo' dime (ha!) The Kris-Style will blow yo' mind (ha!) Let's get it started, RIGHT ON TIME (ha!) The elements, I represent all nine (ha!) I do the written or the freeflow rhyme (ha!) These rappers nowadays they be so blind (ha!) You lookin for the skill but you won't find (ha!) Real live skills I show mine (ha!) Whack rappers I'll pay them no mind (ha!) Improvement, they showin no sign (ha!) DJ's, I hang with the dope kind (ha!) All you cats, know meeeee (ha!) I'm not ashamed of who I beeee (ha!) I teach about G.O.Deeeee (ha!) It's YOU that's frontin, not meeee (ha!) I keeps it bumpin in the C-L-U-B Eleven albums, what are you tellin me? I am B-L-E-S-S-E-D I don't need radio +OR+ TV You are C-U-R-S-E-D All I wanna do is recite my poetry You hear somebody preachin, YEAH you know it's me You hear the t'cha speakin and yo, you gotta see "Criminal Minded," do you got it? [switching to a live performance] (Throw your hands up!) "Criminal Minded," do you got it? "By All Means Necessary" (uh) "By All Means Necessary" (uh) "Ghetto Music," do you got it? (uh) "Ghetto Music," do you got it? (uh) "Edutainment," do you got it? (uh) "Edutainment," do you got it? (uh) "Sex and Violence" - ooh they got it! "Sex and Violence," do you got it? (uh) ("I Got Next" - do you got it?) ("I Got Next" - do you got it?) ("The Sneak Attack" - do you got it?) ("The Sneak Attack" - do you got it?) "Spiritual Minded," do you got it? (huh?) "Spiritual Minded," do YOU got it?! (Alright, check it out..) |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
[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! [all] We got the dope beat [KRS] Beat that we got?? [all] THE DOPE BEAT! I.C.U., is in the house... Miss Melodie, is in the house... Lena Love, is in the house... D-Nice, rocks the house... Gold Miss Idol, rocks the house... Flavois Walker, turns em out... 40th Street Black, knocks em out... To my mellow Moses Gun, rock the house... Naughty, bust it out... McBoo, turns it out... Chuck Chillout, cuts it up... Red Alert, breaks it out... Scott LaRock Jr.. My pride and joy... KRS-One.. his mother's first son And no he'll never run... BD... BD... Scott LaRock... Scott LaRock |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
[KRS-One]
Thou knowest not what thou sayeth in speech? Doth thou know what thou teacheth to each? From thine own mouth, thy corrupt thine own house Thy corrupt thine siblings and thine own spouse Satan has hold of thy spirit So evil has hold of thy lyric Whomsoever shall hear it shall adapt it And walk the talk of evil just as ye rapped it But I cometh forth today to say thus Evil is an illusion, in GOD we trust In Satan we lust Coveting thy brother's vehicle while riding the bus Feeling unjust Trust not sinners in the flesh they aren't winners But in the spirit they art children, beginners Eat not of the dinner they serve Seek the experienced MC, not the beginners in word |
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from KRS-One - The Mix Tape (2005)
You cats still worried about chart position
It's the heart that your missin' It's the art that your missin' Just a little something to hold y'all over The Kristal album on the way, word up When you're number one, everybody come But when you drop to two, everybody still with you But when you drop to three, everybody want to see But when you drop to four, everybody still endures But when you drop to five, people will help you strive When you drop to six, you still in every mix But when you drop to seven, people start guessin' When you drop to eight, people hesitate But when you drop to nine, that's when you start to find That when you drop to ten, you start to lose your friends When you drop to eleven, your record stop sellin' When you drop to twelve, it's everyone for themselves So when you drop to thirteen, you stop working When you drop to fourteen, no more self esteem You drop to fifteen, 'cuz you lived and you seen When you drop to sixteen, you now out the scene When you drop to seventeen, you see things you never seen Like when you drop to eighteen, you know what it mean So drop to nineteen, and on then to twenty At nineteen, you lose your honey At twenty, your money to a Playboy bunny At twenty one, things ain't funny At twenty two, you don't know what to do So you hit twenty three, you look for security So you drop to twenty four, no more can you endure When you drop to twenty five, at the bottom you've arrived When you drop to twenty six, you in a old school mix When you drop to twenty seven, until you start steppin' When you drop to twenty eight, you start to meditate When you drop to twenty nine, you expand your mind When you drop to thirty, you see it was all dirty No you drop to thirty two, and it occurs to you When you hit thirty three, now you can see That it's all about skill and a love for the art Not whose above or whose below in the chart You got to look in your heart It's there where you start I and hip hop are never ever ever apart Word |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
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! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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 |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
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 |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
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 But to none of these am I addicted I like to remain free and unafflicted With the sickness of attachment The material road of entrapment Those that walk this road become weak They can't think, they can't speak Unself-sufficient, cos they're leeching I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin' Well if you notice, not once Have I said Scott's name to gain fame See it's a shame that they're blinded If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it That's called an autograph, this is called a class I've only come to educate the mass Of young people, to this there's no sequel Just a message, be peaceful And loving, but not a sucker And stay away from negative motherfuckers They only pull you down with their hate But wait, here's somethin' to meditate... Verse 2 Downratin' statements you always seem to make You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift To execute the rhyme on time without a shift You only utter negativity, never productivity For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity Yet when all the currency comes in tax free You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun If you could realise this you won't be called a toy But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence I am only 20, yet here's my present level Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious I will succeed while you suckers make wishes Time and time again I prove to be exciting But time and time again you prove to be biting I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
*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 |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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 |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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 |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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* |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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* |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
[KRS-One]
Okay now, listen to this.. [Seagull sounds] A mystical teacher sat by the seaside It was about five o'clock cause we heard the free ride Anyway; the teacher was talking in stride Sitting upon a rock that was wide And warning against false pride "Come to where I reside!" a woman cried And the teacher replied, "Do you serve your fish fried?" "Yes," she replied, "with potato salad on the side." And the teacher replied, "Well where do you reside?" She said, "Up on the hillside, it's not a far ride. If you came to have dinner, I would be so gratified." The teacher replied, "It's six o'clock, seven o'clock, you decide." She replied, "Seven o'clock, do you like stir-fried?" She was mystified and felt so dignified The teacher was coming to the house where she resides So she purified with pesticides [Chemicals sprayed; noise] Called her friends up nationwide [Phone being dialed] Some of her friends were tongue-tied they felt so glorified She made steamed fish, baked fish, fish that was fried Soup, steamed vegetables, potato salad on the side [Cooking food] You could smell the bread in the oven far and wide Natural juices and water purified Organic fruits brought from the countryside With silver forks and knives placed side by side [Silverware clinks; noise] You could not be dissatisfied; Looking out the window staring at the mountainside, You would have died 6:59 she's swollen with pride As the moment intensified, there's a knock from outside [Knocking at door] She opens the door, for the teacher has arrived [Door opening] But to her surprise, it was a bum who cried "Please, I smelt the bread from outside! One piece," and then she replied "The teacher is coming, he's soon to have arrived. You're making me look bad, come on now, step aside!" The bum then replied, "When I say I'm hungry I haven't lied. Give me some of that chicken that you just fried." [Food cooking] She replied, "Chicken - fried? No that's for the teacher, you're not purified" Then she slammed the door and went back inside [Door closing] Sat on the couch with the TV Guide She looked at the clock, it was 7:09, then 7:30; He still hasn't arrived Eight o'clock, she's on the downside Nine o'clock, by now she's teary-eyed She's pissed off and her anger multiplied She cried, then fell asleep dissatisfied Next day she woke up, and was preoccupied With meeting the mystical teacher who lied Where could he hide? She ran down by the seaside [Seagull sounds] He was there teaching about - false pride "You lied!" she replied, "You lied! You said you'd be there at seven o'clock, you lied!" He replied, "No I have not lied. I came at 6:59, and you told me to move aside. I asked for bread and the chicken that was fried. [Food Cooking] And you said, that I wasn't purified." She replied, "I wasn't notified! I had no idea that you was the bum that cried!" And the teacher sighed, then replied, "This concludes our lesson on false pride." |
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from KRS-One - D.I.G.I.T.A.L. (2003)
[Chorus: sample from a live performance of "The Bridge is Over"]
Here's another example of the KRS-One (BO!) Here's another example of the KRS-One (BO!) They wish to battle BDP but they cannot They must be on the jock of WHO? (DJ Scott LaRock!) [KRS-One] Yeah, one-two, what? What? Grab any tape that you think is hard Put it in your tape deck and press record Get this - what's a real hip-hop emcee? Is it MTV? Is it BET? Is it five M-I-C's so the people can see? I mean, how you think you free when you act like property? Tell me, how can you judge an MC when he's rockin I mean, rockin it live, not pickin his cotton I mean, adjustin his clothes I mean, how do you know before you come to the show, and you're not gettin cheated That you're not gettin heated, that you ain't come to the club thinkin, "Uh-uh - I must have been weeded!" You got to be a educated consumer Spend your money on MC's cause these rappers'll do ya All they want is your cash, ass, glass, gas and a flick When you ask for that autograph, they ass dash quick Beware of the rapper, he talks like it don't matter He pulls his gat while we BUST OFF the gatler He's more of an actor, someone, into theater Not an upright MC with styles who speaks clearer! [Chorus] [KRS-One] MC's have no time for the bar Unless we politickin a tape to some drunk A&R We grab the mic and say who we are, KRS And start takin it to the chest of the best This is not a test or a demo This is when you let go of the limo, like many can't do They may wanna amp you and chant new, record sellin But movin the crowd is somethin that they can't do! [Chorus] [KRS-One] C'mon! You got to be mistaken, I am not your boy You fake what you creatin, playin wit'cha toys G'wan with all that bullshit bout you bringin noise Time for somethin more than PO-PO-POI-POI All of hip-hop ain't seventeen Some of us still go back to "Microphone Fiend" Back when it was just MC's and DJ's No video that come on and just replay [Chorus] [KRS-One] Uhhh... uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh We can never stop, forever we rock, take a listen The t'cha is back, cause rap's whack when I'm missin Me, I would never want the future to believe that when they trust to look back on us there was no dope MC's There was, all these rappers grabbin more and more money And now that I'm A&R they look more and more funny They rap for platinum plaques without buildin a cultural strategy worthy of our children! |
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from KRS-One - Krs-One (1995)
Knowledge, where the people at?
Free Mumia! Channel Live! (KRS-One, come and represent) (The wisdom) Hah hah hah hah hah hahaha! Free Mumia! Everywhere I look there's another house negro Talkin about they people and how they should be equal They talkin but the conversation ain't goin nowhere You can't diss hip-hop, so don't you even go there C. Delores Tucker, you want to quote the scripture Everytime you hear nigga, listen up sista Verse One: Hakim, KRS, Tuffy I met up with this girl named Delores, a prankster I said I MC, she said, "You're a gangster" But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a breakdance Wrapped her up like the arms in a be |
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from KRS-One - D.I.G.I.T.A.L. (2003)
Knowledge, where the people at?
Free Mumia! Channel Live! (KRS-One, come and represent) (The wisdom) Hah hah hah hah hah hahaha! Free Mumia! Everywhere I look there's another house negro Talkin about they people and how they should be equal They talkin but the conversation ain't goin nowhere You can't diss hip-hop, so don't you even go there C. Delores Tucker, you want to quote the scripture Everytime you hear nigga, listen up sista Verse One: Hakim, KRS, Tuffy I met up with this girl named Delores, a prankster I said I MC, she said, "You're a gangster" But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a breakdance Wrapped her up like the arms in a be |
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from Assault On Precinct 13 (어썰트 13) by Graeme Revell [ost] (2003)
[Verse 1]
Yeah... KRS-One bout to wreck the joint I was seen openin up at the edge of Detroit where the cops go beyond the laws where enemies work together by putting they shit on pause So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13? You are bout to see just what the dirt bring It's working, that force, I have been searching Like Lawrence Fishburne when it's time to hurt things Ethan Hawke, man he face all that I hold the mic like Ja held the baseball bat I stay ahead, like a baseball cap The ways of the world, Kris don't chase all that [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 2] Well as I walk through the street, my spirit will speak to those I meet and great from week to week I am not my handsome beat. I command the speak As the observer inside the physique Many rappers try to compete, of course But they got smashed and trashed in the streets and tossed Sometimes I think we all just lost We just flashin and flossin the disasterous cause We don't even know the one-ness of the only force Instead of a golden calf, we got a platinum horse But what did Moses do with the golden calf? Threw the log at it and it ended in a blast Master, get on them quick, get on them faster In the background you frontin, cuz there's nothing but laughter I tag church like the shirt king Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13 [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 3] Wow, what an ending. What a conclusion They thought they was winning, but they really was losin He though he was sinnin, but he really was provin that leadership keeps it moving, steady cruising Guns up, funds up, from sun up to sun up to sun up Buck buck buck! Yo, duck duck We run up, two down, one up Dope MCs see me and get butterflies in they stomach Others can't speak, they just shut up KRS on the come up, liftin Big Pun up. Let me sum up Dope MCs, wack MCs, thin MCs, fat MCs, commercial MCs, they can't all get done up Raise the drum up, breath for breath, I'll rip your lung up On my trophy wall, I'm nailing your tongue up KRS-One, you know what it means Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13 [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 4] We gotta start trusting each other right now if we gonna make it through this night From Criminal Minded to Spiritual Minded, and even beyond and behind it, never be afraid to fight or be the lazy type. Me, I'm the crazy type I get them clubs so crazy hype I throw them glasses on that them ladies like And years later, rock what they babies like I blaze the light, there me be 8,000,000 ways to die but there's 16,000,000 ways to fight So wherever you are... in the crib or your car, in your tank too KRS-One would like to thank you, right That's why KRS on the mic Wishin you peace for the rest of the night Cuz at the end of the film, you'll see what it mean Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13! Fresh (fresh)... For 2005... You suucckkkkaaaa! |
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from Assault On Precinct 13 (어썰트 13) by Graeme Revell [ost] (2003)
[Verse 1]
Yeah... KRS-One bout to wreck the joint I was seen openin up at the edge of Detroit where the cops go beyond the laws where enemies work together by putting they shit on pause So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13? You are bout to see just what the dirt bring It's working, that force, I have been searching Like Lawrence Fishburne when it's time to hurt things Ethan Hawke, man he face all that I hold the mic like Ja held the baseball bat I stay ahead, like a baseball cap The ways of the world, Kris don't chase all that [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 2] Well as I walk through the street, my spirit will speak to those I meet and great from week to week I am not my handsome beat. I command the speak As the observer inside the physique Many rappers try to compete, of course But they got smashed and trashed in the streets and tossed Sometimes I think we all just lost We just flashin and flossin the disasterous cause We don't even know the one-ness of the only force Instead of a golden calf, we got a platinum horse But what did Moses do with the golden calf? Threw the log at it and it ended in a blast Master, get on them quick, get on them faster In the background you frontin, cuz there's nothing but laughter I tag church like the shirt king Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13 [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 3] Wow, what an ending. What a conclusion They thought they was winning, but they really was losin He though he was sinnin, but he really was provin that leadership keeps it moving, steady cruising Guns up, funds up, from sun up to sun up to sun up Buck buck buck! Yo, duck duck We run up, two down, one up Dope MCs see me and get butterflies in they stomach Others can't speak, they just shut up KRS on the come up, liftin Big Pun up. Let me sum up Dope MCs, wack MCs, thin MCs, fat MCs, commercial MCs, they can't all get done up Raise the drum up, breath for breath, I'll rip your lung up On my trophy wall, I'm nailing your tongue up KRS-One, you know what it means Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13 [Chorus] We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So crooked cops you backin me up? [Verse 4] We gotta start trusting each other right now if we gonna make it through this night From Criminal Minded to Spiritual Minded, and even beyond and behind it, never be afraid to fight or be the lazy type. Me, I'm the crazy type I get them clubs so crazy hype I throw them glasses on that them ladies like And years later, rock what they babies like I blaze the light, there me be 8,000,000 ways to die but there's 16,000,000 ways to fight So wherever you are... in the crib or your car, in your tank too KRS-One would like to thank you, right That's why KRS on the mic Wishin you peace for the rest of the night Cuz at the end of the film, you'll see what it mean Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13! Fresh (fresh)... For 2005... You suucckkkkaaaa! |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
Why do you listen to KRS-One?
"Cause it's more than just music. He speaks to my way of life." "KRS is the best. Listen for the inner meanings." "Never heard, anyone like this." [KRS-One] Feel this! Feel it! Feel the power, of DJ Kenny Parker, word up.. huh! C'mon, yeah.. uhh.. {"Yeah yeah yeah"} So we gonna come down one time for your mind, you know whassup Turn it up, turn it up turn it up turn it up Look!! We spit out hits, ghetto chicks, chromed out whips Philosophers rockin your corner movie scripts Ghetto lifestyles, keep watchin.. ("Protect yourself") - that's right! We spit out hits, ghetto chicks, chromed out whips Philosophers rockin your corner movie scripts Ghetto lifestyles, keep watchin.. ("Protect yourself") Yo, all summer they bump the KRS-Oner From the microscopic atomic structure of the under I spit thunder, which hunts ya, runs you down and stuns ya I'm at the center of all rap worlds like a rotunda Then again, I rock you and your friend again In any club in the country when you say KRS they say, "Let him in" V.I.P. passes for intellectuals with glasses Ignorant asses get left outside with the masses Next day we attend classes and gatherings Shattering, those that be rattling about battling Battin 'em down from the Bronx like Don Mattingly(?) The black African snappin backs again and laughin again You won't be askin again, my album I'm already masterin Whoever you think is dope I'm already blastin him We spit out hits, ghetto chicks, chromed out whips Philosophers rockin your corner movie scripts Ghetto lifestyles, keep watchin.. ("Protect yourself") - that's right! We spit out hits, ghetto chicks, chromed out whips Philosophers rockin your corner movie scripts Ghetto lifestyles, keep watchin.. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
"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.. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
[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) |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS-One]
Uh-huh! Y'all forgot about this shit right? Haha Haha, TURN THE RADIO OFF!! Word! Yeah, whattup Choco? Haha Yo turn it around for me one time Uhh, uhh, yo [Verse One] I don't despise thugs, I +ADVISE+ thugs I teach y'all thugs, cause that's what I was Yeah I say was cause today I'm above All the guns, illegal funds, the crews and the drugs ANY HOOD I walk in, they show me love They say 'Knowledge Reigns Supreme, WHATTUP CUZ?' Cops wanna get sit down and get all bud They wanna think as they drink drink down to the suds I respect it, but I don't get down with the fuzz I don't drink with DT's I don't hang with the judge But truth be truth and I got the proof Most ministers were straight thugged out in they youth See if you're over 25 and you never got live when it was time to ride, you ain't got no heart But if you're over 26 and you're still in the mix and your life you ain't fixed, you ain't doin your part You see them cats on TV, playin the role? Gassin y'all, them cats be over thirty years old! Actin all dirty and cold NONE OF MY CLASSIC ALBUMS they was worthy to hold I'm concerned with the soul, overstand? When we was slappin up rappers they was doin the running man You don't know my style, we be straight gunnin man If you don't know you better ask your older brother man Shit gets realer than, Real TV From eighty-six, ain't no rapper realer than me Or Just-Ice, I.C.U. or Steady B What y'all waitin to see? Somethin faker than me? Don't let me have to pull out the Jamaican in me I'd rather pull out the asalaam alaikum in me Wa-alaikum salaam, yo you wan' tess de Don? BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW-BLOAW-BLAOW, bwoy gone! [Chorus] They don't really wanna learn - well start gunnin 'em down! Yo they really ain't concerned - well start gunnin 'em down! They don't wanna get the book - well start gunnin 'em down! They don't want a conscious hook - well start gunnin 'em down! They don't wanna pay dues - well start gunnin 'em down! They be actin brand new - well start gunnin 'em down! They don't wanna get the light - well start gunnin 'em down! Yo, pass me the mic - we'll start gunnin 'em down! [Verse Two] Watch dis! Your crew is my crew and my crew is my crew Your crew you lied to, my crew will find you The light I recite will blind and outshine you Street cats be wonderin why they even signed you Where they find you? WHO is the first cat to rap "wa-da-da-ding" and show you what the nine do? You ain't never seen me behave with them firearms Maybe not, cause you just a slave to Viacom Me, I'm a free MC hip-hopper I teach real gangsters, hang with real Godsters I am to hip-hop what Selassie is to rastas Watch your mouth before someone I don't know pops ya Lemme stop, don't-a-stop the street rhetorhic, ha Your soul you sellin it ha, come wit some better shit, ha In five years your whole catalogue's irrelevant ha You spit the ignorance while I spit intelligence You got it backwards like sayin hop-hip That's why when you battled your whole crew got ripped! {*needle drags across record*} You wanna battle? [Chorus] |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
So you wanna be the million dollar man kid what?s your plan Make a deal with the devil settle for a hundred grand Not enough I call your bluff hit you with the stuff Deal with this and think you?re tough gimme a call when things get rough You get no Vette and if I could stay leaded I?m leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic you?re artificial by cripple, rap is like your pistol Grim Reaper, I got the whistle, death I pull no tissue Hit you, like the Mac-11, MC?s subtract by seven Callin callin for the reverand, lookin at hell like heaven I?m on the map, makin it like the crazy on the track Oh what the hell I get my mail while I raid you til it crack Chorus: KRS and Thor-El H, I, P, H, O, P, we are H, I, P, H, O, P, we are Verse Two: KRS-One C?mon, uhh Dead two in the head before some A&R tell me I must give up the streets you lift the company can sell me What?s the sense in being large if you can?t take a risk? Thinkin a risk upon a disc means you?re written off the list I?m not sayin you can?t have your fame and glory just don?t bore me when I come to see you live, and I paid twenty-five That?s, crazy loot Kris is saying I don?t play those games Killing Rhyme Sessions is the meaning of my name But don?t call my name in vain, cause I will appear And your livest MC will get slain right here See I do the homework, and I do the extra credit You could sell a million records, and still can?t set it Cause the Lex or Beem is probably just the matches and a Jeep so I?m sure your rap career now if they come before your people Ohh Lord!! You can?t be thinkin about Billboard With the mic cord, and several thousand people just bored Being dope live is like being insured for life You always get called back twice, you are Chorus 2X Verse Three: Thor-El, KRS-One I burn like hy-dra-cho-loric and my city got itty He?s terrible, Thor-El?s incredible and terrific Is it, that you?re under the influence of local obvious Rappers that die, but why, explain the obvious No stoppin this lyrics from the esophagus rockin strictly the hip-hop populace |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
Right now as we rockin they shootin outside
Now we have got to chill We have got to chill We can't have no gunfire because hip hop can't build Let's leave all the shootin and the violence outside I know there's some people in here armed to the teeth But understand... It is the conciousness behind the gun that determines if the gun is positive or negative So let's not blame it on no pistols no guns no gats Let's blame it on the conciousness of the mind holding the gat |
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from KRS-One - D.I.G.I.T.A.L. (2003)
[unknown singer]
When the mooooon is in the seventh house And Jupiter, aliiiiigns with Mars And Pete, will guide the planet And love will steal the stars Right now we're living in the age of Aquarius The age of Aquariussssssssssss Aquariusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! (Aquariusssssssssssss) [KRS-One] Yeah, ah, yeah, ah Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding No more need for superstition All your living dreams are visions Mystic crystal revelations And the mind's true li-ber-aaa-tion [unknown singer] Aquariusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! (Aquariusssssssssssss) |
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from KRS-One - Krs-One (1995)
Yeah.. yeah.. yup!
You know what? I was just downstairs and I was on my way up here to the studio and a guy bumped into me and and he said.. he said, "Yo Kris! How is it that you stay in this music? You know, this rap music ex-specially for SO.. LONG.. SO.. LONG" I said, "Well you know years ago I made a deal with the Goddess" He said, "The Goddess?" I said, "Well yeah, you might know her as God but I know her as the Goddess" The universal mother The mother of everything you see in existence I ax-ked her for assistance in lyrical persistence and she gave it to me, under one condition She said, "I'll give you the gift but use the gift to uplift" I said, "Okay mom!" So I tell you the truth, really Me nah gon' need nuttin else but health, wealth, and knowledge of myself Me nah gon' need nuttin else but health, wealth, and knowledge of myself In the beginning was the word, the word was made flesh Knowledge K. Reigns R. Supreme S. Some of us guess while others of us are blessed Take heed to the word, that I manifest I manifest the future, the present, followed by the past Everything in nature, rules by kickin ass What they tellin me, but yo, you a friend to me so I'ma tell you the secrets of MC longevity Secret one: if it ain't fun, you're done And about your career, huh, well choose another one If you don't like what you do, you're through Lesson two: make sure you got a dope crew Not some crew, that's like an anchor on a shoe A MAD CREW, that's of some benefit to you Lesson three, might be contradictory or funny but MC's should have OTHER WAYS of gettin money That's to say learn other things beside music Make money elsewhere, Hip-Hop you won't abuse it Too many MC's, just emcee so their longevity, is based on an Uncle Tom at the record company Lesson four: sell your image, never sell a record Image is respected, records come and go and get collected Even the records of platinum artists, that used to rip shop can be bought, for a quarter at the thrift shop Which brings me to lesson number five, the illusion has me thinkin, the minute they drop a record they'll be cruisin, in the Acura Slow down! You're still a amateur What separates the pro from the amateur is stamina Not how long you can rhyme, but how long you've been rhymin changin with the times, and findin yourself still CLIIIIIIIIIIIIMbin for wealth Blow for blow, you're still growin, still showin (all knowin) now that's a pro at it Me nah gon' need nuttin else but health, wealth, and knowledge of myself Me nah gon' need nuttin else but health, wealth, and knowledge of myself Thank you Mother, I'm out |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
Alright everybody move back from the ropes If you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off and that's my word move back! Word is bond let's get this shit goin Word up it's the Funk Doc in the house say hell yeah! HELL YEAH! Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH! Word up it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop It's my man KRS you don't stop It's the girl Angie you don't stop With the hah haha ha haha hah!! [Angie Martinez] It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin other radio jocks that think they competin they pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS through your speakers, representin boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic I jams it right tonight, not the hardest But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess [Redman] Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music! Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up! Yo get from the off the ropes Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector! [KRS-One] It's been a long time but we made it, you waited You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin Skills on the mic for a royalty save it Pullin down rap so that others can't make it They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked That same old MC trend I'm here to break it The highly conceptional multidirectional Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?) Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?) Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha) Representin right now at Hit Factory [Redman] One two hah, and you don't quit It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate One two hah, and you don't quack It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics Stage two boomin system and flood the lights The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo! Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets stick out like a tumor, for the consumers I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb to make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna Kahunas, raw for the able key movers all over the hood like them Crooked I coolers Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered three platinum niggaz and none of em prerecorded KRS-One need to be runnin for office So Butter Pecan Rican tell them to get off his |
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from High School High (굿모닝 스쿨) by Ira Newborn [omnibus, ost] (1996)
Wake up your mind black people, it's ill
Superior people use superior skill We can defeat any congressional bill at will The hip-hop nation will prevail all problems in society with inner city philosophy The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt Executed properly I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately three single syllable words per second like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind With constant conscience lyrical rhyme At the end of time, I'll be in my prime Read the sign, men, rhymin like an oratorical shymin I look still but I'm climbin Newsflash here's the latest findin Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart Hip-hop displays art The highest level of mental expression, play your part *I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) Everybody knows All these motherfuckers tryin to be large with their two car garage just like El DeBarge It's played out, fadin out, over Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier! I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin But I'm already in 1999 feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind Rewind cos I got a little bit of time Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity positivity, purger of sensibility to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity I rock way hard you can't get wit me or go wit me or float wit me Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time forget tryin ta get mine I went from the park with my arc in the dark A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today Run away, run away, run away....little boy Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys Noise is what I hear when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere The blast master's here! *Repeat (x2) Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended I see my schedule it's open-ended I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner? Now the teacher you retrudge Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper You'll get railed like the sleeper No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild This sins recommend ya and because you're not fertile or fertile Your reflex's slow like a turtle Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst I verse, I burst sua Into a million children in Tiananmen buildings Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling Enough of this reteric let's start building |
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from KRS-One - Return Of The Boom Bap (2000)
After seven years of rockin'
How do you rate me? Poorly or greatly? Everybody seems to be goin' for their's lately Yo mad heads be needin' money So listen very close as I conduct this little study See it's, funny to me, you can watch TV And give up your life trying to be all you can be In the Army Not knowin' your history You either fight and die or come back home in misery Yo get with me, I deal with reality Loosen your mind to the truth, and don't get mad at me No politican can give you peace If you trust Jesus, why do you vote for a beast? Emancipation is long over due So overcome procrastination Because freedom is within you For some reason we think we're free So we'll never be Because we haven't recognized slavery You're still a slave, look at how you behave Debatin' on where and when and how and what Massa gave You wanna know how we screwed up from the beginning? We accepted our opressor's religion So in the case of slavery it ain't hard Because it's right in the eyes of THEIR God Where is our God, the God that represents us? The God that looks like me, the God that I can trust? A God of peace and love, not mass hysteria I don't want a God that blesses America I could never really vote for the devil Let me take you to a higher level... Title, take the title from the Bible we can get there Rip the title from off the front of the Bible, God don't live there Too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries Picture the Pope and the Vatican, laughing and drinking and singing and Kissing me I stand with God whether I'm paid or whether I'm cryin' broke I like to ask these politicans would Jesus vote? The way we view God is a freakin' shame Church is to blame We trust God, but bomb Hussein We simply lovin' the scripture Same scripture that whipped 'cha Sooner it'll hit 'cha Religion's gettin' richer With that European version of Christ made into a picture Our society's gettin' sicker, and sicker, and sicker... Like liquor, we are God-Intoxicated Not to the true God, but the one the government created The same governments tellin' people to vote I pray to God because the people have lost hope You either vote for the mumps or the measels Whether you vote for the lesser of two evils, you vote for evil Politics and God are not equal But the education if you don't guard, is really lethal People have more respect for a holy book Than they do for a cow on a meat hook Belivers of Jesus be denouncing Satan on every level But every Halloween they're dressin' like devils I pray to you for the light you might give them Mother make them know that you're livin' with them You begin them and end them in silence Frankly, if they knew you, they would understand violence I pray to you for the Pope and the Vatican Have mercy Mother, cause I know that you're mad at them The White Jesus deceived us awhile ago And Pope Julius the Second paid Michaelangelo I know this happened in 1519 yet This is the image we can't seem to forget Vote for God, don't vote for the Devil Let me take you to a higher level... |
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from KRS-One - Maximum Strength 2008 (2008)
[KRS-One:]
We need unity in the community KRS, hip-hop is one Conscious, gangsters, hustlers Man [Chorus:] Hiiiip-Hop; I'm livin for that Hiiiip-Hop; I'm livin for that Hiiiip-Hop; I'm doin it for Hiiiip-Hop [KRS-One:] Yo - we went from nuttin to somethin, bein real and not frontin No one was givin us nuttin so we resorted to gunnin Growin up and we comin, up the ladder not bummin Dodgin warrants and summons, from the cops we were runnin Goin to school not for nuttin they teachin lies and assumptions And they tell us keep comin, comin to school now for what? When Comin back to a system that's whack and really not runnin Oh I'm sorry it's runnin, it's not PROPERLY runnin It's a conspiracy hear me man it's got to be somethin I can get guns faster than I can get an english muffin And the black church ain't sayin nuttin We on our own cousin, I'm stickin to this [Chorus] [KRS-One:] I'm livin for this hip-hop, I'm spittin for this hip-hop I'm givin to this hip-hop, my life is hip-hop Culture, and y'all know that Hip-Hop in the media, y'all know it's whack But just like them dopefiends who keep comin back Like the mayor of D.C., buyin Joey's crack No disrespect to either one of them but look at that Study the metaphors in this rap We bigger than crack, but we keep buyin it We bigger than rap, but we keep denyin it Justice, equality, keep cryin it But the only way to get it is to start applyin it Fat Joe that's my bro shows 'nuff respect Talib, that's my bro, shows 'nuff respect 50 Cent that's my bro he shows 'nuff respect Common! That's my bro he shows 'nuff respect Snoop Dogg is my bro showed 'nuff respect Dead Prez that's my peeps yo 'nuff respect Cassidy's an MC who shows 'nuff respect Hip-Hop is one, don't forget I'm stickin with this [Chorus] [KRS-One:] I'm livin for that hip-hop culture, shape it like a sculpture Touch it why don'tcha, touch it why don'tcha Hip-Hop is yours and mine and that's fine But hip-hop's culture ain't about just crime You caught up in the image and, don't know they rhymes You caught up in they bodies and don't know they minds So I'm, here to bring the truth in the place Like don't think Common won't punch you in your face~! And don't think Talib won't hold the heat To stop the violence you gotta know your street You gotta know who Tanga Reed is Fat Joe's a leader, Busta Rhymes a preacher KRS-One's a teacher But through Cassidy my lessons are quicker to reach ya We one community I'm talkin about unity, in other words you and me I'm with this [Chorus x2] |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
(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 * |
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from KRS-One - D.I.G.I.T.A.L. (2003)
Of course, we have just accepted all applications and tuition will be paid on
Friday.... You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic like do re me me measels are contagious like my lyrical pages ripping and flipping the mic from back in the back in the days the days its kinda hectic hectic when these suckas don't respect it, check it. Flame on. I know the light is bright but keep on watching me I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society. Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be cause they were taught that serious poetry would come from Socrates. But that ain't it, in 94 I'll kick the hit and if I was in front of Shakespear, battle a punk and take his shit. I'm not having it, bust a narrative and come to get with it. Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live. The difference is kids nowadays, they got the videos. Rappers don't need skills to build so they don't really know. Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio, got ten videos, but does that help me flow? No. That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know cause they were too young to rock up in the disco Frisco disco the disc is like a Nabisco chocolate chip cookie, don't fuck with me rookie. I'm rocking beats and with death defying feats and I'm never sneaking always peeping when I'm speaking inside I'm keeping a statement for police and I'm down for peace and but not turn the other cheek and so this DJ, he gets down mixing records while they go round and round round we go two years ago a friend of mine and Flash is gonna rock your mind welcome to the Terrordome, the Terrordome I wonder if I take you home E-F-F-E-C-T a cool operator operating correctly but back in the day I knew rap would never die too late baby bwai bai in a body boy head head head insane in the membrane take the train, take the train M-E-T-H-O-D Man 'Hattan keeps on making it Brooklyn keeps on taking it We keep coming back with more and more hits party people, I came through the door, I said it before Two years ago, super hoe If my train goes off the track, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back back back to the grill again, the grill again friends how many MC's must get dissed? Before somebody says don't fuck with Chris Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop no body beats the Biz Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman Hey, Erick Sermon, Hey you you get off my cloud, go down baby, go down baby, the gods must be crazy you ain't fresh, you ain't fresh Yeah! |
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from KRS-One - Krs-One (1995)
Yeah yeah
Mmmmm Mm Alright, here we go I'm thinkin' real hard about some money I can hold But everybody I know is deep in the hole A steady payin' job is too hard for me to hold I call around for work but they puttin' me on hold But in my hand a shiny .45 is what I hold I make a mayonnaise sandwich out of some whole- Wheat, I'm feelin' weak, I can't hold I gotta rob somebody tonight and take the whole Bank roll, some cash I gotta hold At the bottom of my shoe is a little bitty hole That's it, my mental sanity I can't hold I'm walkin' to the store with this pistol that I hold Yeah yeah Half of me is sayin' maintain and uphold Suddenly I bump into some asshole He's cursin' me out, but this pistol that I hold Took control, and in his head I put a hole Ahhh man, now I'm lookin' around the whole Area, the gun is still hot that I hold I'm buggin' out, and I don't know how much longer I can hold I feel myself sinkin' deeper in the hole So in my victim's pants I rip a little hole And felt for the wallet, and took the whole Bill-fold, forty bucks is what I hold Suddenly I hear, Freeze! Police! Hold Yeah mmmmm Come on Yeah wooh Come on In the penitentiary I see a whole Bunch of blacks and Hispanics that they hold In my cell I cry like hell, my head I hold One day somebody ax if my shoes they could hold I told this guy, Listen! My shoe's got a hole But what's up with that shiny sharp knife that you hold? He lunged forth, the first thing that I thought of was to hold The arm with the knife so that he couldn't put a hole In me, but then I put him in a chokehold Took the knife and in his neck I put a hole Suddenly all the C.O's come to me and it's me they hold Beat my ass and I spend two weeks in the hole I'm ready to bug out, my sanity I can't hold My needs and wants messed up my life on a whole Damn. Just wasn't satisfied with life Yeah uh Yeah Check The moral to the story is your addiction to your needs and your Wants is what causes problems in your life. Make sure you got whatcha Need. Put at a safe distance all the things that you want. It's wants That get you into trouble This is the balance of life the balance to life on a whole |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
Yeah, who will be standing when the smoke clears?
(KRS-One) Word up, what's up with this? We're coming through Boogie Down style, kid, what's up? This is KRS-One, the light at the end of the tunnel Yo, they not hot, all they do is talk a lot That's not hot, where's your respect on the block? That's hot, not 'cause you're friends with the cops That's not hot, a real MC you're not I'm hot, been hot, repeatedly heated Don't call the teacher, hah, you best be seated You got these kids gazed up like you own the inventory Fake muthafuckas ain't tellin' the whole story Tell 'em how you borrow from everyone you knew And now that you're on top, they can't borrow from you That's not hot, tell 'em how you love bein' pop 'Cause you was so broke before sleepin' cold on a cot You don't rock, you grab money Your crocks rock the spot and you grab them honeys It's about to get ugly I don't even go to these bullshit kiddie-ass clubs You wanna be a thug? Let's thug First of all, soldiers speak to soldiers Captains speak to captains Lieutenant, lieutenant, cool? But your first mistake is, he's steppin' to me, rookie Like you a O.G. and you just a run-up, fool Who really got these streets on lock? Whose name really holds high respect on the block? Who opened up these clubs and taught you how to mix? Who opened up these thugs from Compton to the Bricks? I don't even sound like the rest of you kiddies I study the ways of God, you studyin' titties And ass, I pity your class 'Cause you come out with a blast But you're trash, so you really don't last They not hot, all they do is talk a lot That's not hot, where's your respect on the block? That's hot, not cause you're friends with the cops That's not hot, a real MC you're not They not hot, all they do is talk a lot That's not hot, where's your respect on the block? That's hot, not 'cause you're friends with the cops That's not hot, a real MC you're not This is hotter than heat, too deep, I'm on top of the streets You weak, you ain't really rockin' these beats You [unverified], you dress straight, eat straight But you're a slave and yo, you can't come up in a heat tank God we thank, we watch what we sell You better hope these Christians are wrong 'cause you goin' to hell Think about that when you're spittin' your raps And you call out KRS, I'll put you flat on your back You're not hot, all you do is talk a lot That's not hot, where's your respect on the block? That's hot, not cause you're friends with the cops That's not hot, a real MC you're not What's hot? (KRS-One) That's hot, what's hot? (KRS-One) That's hot, who's hot? (KRS-One) That's hot, where's your respect on the block? (KRS-One need to be runnin' for office) (So Butta-Pican Rican, tell 'em to get off it) |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS]
Yo, my man, how bad do you want it? You know how many cats I threw the pitch, and they never caught it? I told them to bring they lyric, but they never brought it Scared to get ripped off, cheated, deleted, rejected and shorted? Yo, how bad do you want it? FearoI ain't got no time for it If you want it, yo there's the trackoput your rhyme on it! [Peedo] This hunger inside of me's unexplainable, Kris The struggle we put in this box will be put into disc Birth and ever, these family problems is hurtin' Both of my sisters is pregnant, fuckin' feel like murkin' All I have is my word and my balls And my fam and my music speaks for them all It's the Dominican animal ready to damage, you puttin' Pressure to rappers that think they can challenge you, Kris (uh huh) We been through it all, the grimiest days, this earth ain't Ready for my brain, comin' to face (word) Everyone plus everyone Do you hear me, KRS-One? [KRS] Well listen You grimy and hungry? But how long you gonn' trust me? You really down for this cause or just chasin' the money? I be up in them spots to be hot, so dusty and ugly Nothin' be funny, it's all dark, nothin' sunny Can you walk with me? Talk with me? Pop the cork with me? When we in other cities, will you rep New York with me? (yeah!) I need respect and honor Discipline and no drama How bad you want it, poppa? (with all my?) [Peedo] Loyalty is the key to it all (remember) Get used to my face, we the winners of all By mi gente, yo I go low to say-ah Real like them Washington Heights Niggaz there (say yeah!) [KRS] After you rap, will you stab my back? (never) You gimme a track, will you take that back? (never) I give the word, yo you bustin' your Gatt? (whatever) Respect from your crew? They livin' like that? (they better) This is no game! Why should I make you popular? You know I'm the philosopha How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it? If you see it, you can believe it, perceive it, retrieve it and flaunt it How bad do you want, doggone it, there's the track, if you want it You got to put your rhyme on it! [Peedo] How bad do I want it? I'm ready to die like Big A serious man with blood in my eyes for this Success doesn't come overnight It's gonna be dark a while until I see light (that's right!) What is it? [KRS] This is no game, why should I do it? KRS-One, me and Peedo runnin' through it I saw you down the street in FedEx You said you had the beats was comin', like "I Got Next" So we went upstairs, my man Choco hooked it up This is KRS-Oneoturn my voice up! Whao (wha-,wha-) How bad do you want it? How bad do you see it? How bad do you hear it? How bad do you BELIEVE you can be it? If you doubt, then you're out If you believe, you can achieve I got the city on lock, but I'm gonna hand you the Keys like Alicia You know my style, you know I'm the teacha Philosopha, minister, emcee, Hiphop's spiritual leader With the heater You comin' with me? You runnin' with me? In the spirit Scott LaRock, JMJ and Pun is with me Yo, cats be steppin' to me ALL the time With the rawest rhyme But two weeks later, they fall to crime If you listenin' to this song, and you want to be put on You must be loyal to the cats that made you strong It could be your friend, your father, you sister, your mother, your brother or some other Just remember the days when YOU was under! Before the Hummer, before the Benz Before the hundreds, before the fifties, the twenties and tens When you was thirsty, remember the living water, and who poured it Now ask yourself, how bad do you want it? |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS]
Yo, my man, how bad do you want it? You know how many cats I threw the pitch, and they never caught it? I told them to bring they lyric, but they never brought it Scared to get ripped off, cheated, deleted, rejected and shorted? Yo, how bad do you want it? FearoI ain't got no time for it If you want it, yo there's the trackoput your rhyme on it! [Peedo] This hunger inside of me's unexplainable, Kris The struggle we put in this box will be put into disc Birth and ever, these family problems is hurtin' Both of my sisters is pregnant, fuckin' feel like murkin' All I have is my word and my balls And my fam and my music speaks for them all It's the Dominican animal ready to damage, you puttin' Pressure to rappers that think they can challenge you, Kris (uh huh) We been through it all, the grimiest days, this earth ain't Ready for my brain, comin' to face (word) Everyone plus everyone Do you hear me, KRS-One? [KRS] Well listen You grimy and hungry? But how long you gonn' trust me? You really down for this cause or just chasin' the money? I be up in them spots to be hot, so dusty and ugly Nothin' be funny, it's all dark, nothin' sunny Can you walk with me? Talk with me? Pop the cork with me? When we in other cities, will you rep New York with me? (yeah!) I need respect and honor Discipline and no drama How bad you want it, poppa? (with all my?) [Peedo] Loyalty is the key to it all (remember) Get used to my face, we the winners of all By mi gente, yo I go low to say-ah Real like them Washington Heights Niggaz there (say yeah!) [KRS] After you rap, will you stab my back? (never) You gimme a track, will you take that back? (never) I give the word, yo you bustin' your Gatt? (whatever) Respect from your crew? They livin' like that? (they better) This is no game! Why should I make you popular? You know I'm the philosopha How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it? If you see it, you can believe it, perceive it, retrieve it and flaunt it How bad do you want, doggone it, there's the track, if you want it You got to put your rhyme on it! [Peedo] How bad do I want it? I'm ready to die like Big A serious man with blood in my eyes for this Success doesn't come overnight It's gonna be dark a while until I see light (that's right!) What is it? [KRS] This is no game, why should I do it? KRS-One, me and Peedo runnin' through it I saw you down the street in FedEx You said you had the beats was comin', like "I Got Next" So we went upstairs, my man Choco hooked it up This is KRS-Oneoturn my voice up! Whao (wha-,wha-) How bad do you want it? How bad do you see it? How bad do you hear it? How bad do you BELIEVE you can be it? If you doubt, then you're out If you believe, you can achieve I got the city on lock, but I'm gonna hand you the Keys like Alicia You know my style, you know I'm the teacha Philosopha, minister, emcee, Hiphop's spiritual leader With the heater You comin' with me? You runnin' with me? In the spirit Scott LaRock, JMJ and Pun is with me Yo, cats be steppin' to me ALL the time With the rawest rhyme But two weeks later, they fall to crime If you listenin' to this song, and you want to be put on You must be loyal to the cats that made you strong It could be your friend, your father, you sister, your mother, your brother or some other Just remember the days when YOU was under! Before the Hummer, before the Benz Before the hundreds, before the fifties, the twenties and tens When you was thirsty, remember the living water, and who poured it Now ask yourself, how bad do you want it? |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-08-09
Subject : KRS-ONE - Kristyles (Koch,2003)
