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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Just like I told you you must learn
It's calm yet wild the style that I speak Just filled with facts and you will never get weak in the heart In fact you'll start to illuminate knowledge to others in a song Let me demonstrate the force of knowledge knowledge reigned supreme The ignorant is ripped to smithereens What do you mean when you say I'm rebellious 'Cause I don't accept everything that you're telling us What are you selling us the creator dwellin' us I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning You're tryin' make me you by seasoning Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York It doesn't exist no way, no how It seems to me that in a school that's ebony African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's not and this has got to stop, See Spot run, run get Spot Insulting to a Black mentality, a Black way of life Or a jet Black family, so I include with one concern, that You must learn Chorus: Just like I told you, you must learn (twice) I believe that if you're teaching history Filled with straight up facts no mystery Teach the student what needs to be taught 'Cause Black and White kids both take shorts When one doesn't know about the other ones' culture Ignorance swoops down like a vulture 'Cause you don't know that you ain't just a janitor No one told you about Benjamin Banneker A brilliant Black man that invented the almanac Can't you see where KRS is coming at With Elie Whitney, Holly Selosy, Grand Bill Woods made the walky-talky Lewis Latterman improved on Edison Charles Drew did a lot for medicine Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night Madame CJ Walker made a straightin' comb But you won't know this is you weren't shown The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh 'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man we need the 89 school system One that caters to a Black return because You must learn Chorus |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Just like I told you, you must learn
It's calm yet wild the style that I speak Just filled with facts and you will never get weak in the heart In fact you'll start to illuminate, knowledge to others in a song Let me demonstrate the force of knowledge, knowledge reigned supreme The ignorant is ripped to smithereens What do you mean when you say I'm rebellious 'Cause I don't accept everything that you're telling us What are you selling us the creator dwellin' us I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning You're tryin' make me you by seasoning Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York It doesn't exist no way, no how It seems to me that in a school that's ebony African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's not and this has got to stop, See Spot run, run get Spot Insulting to a Black mentality, a Black way of life Or a jet Black family, so I include with one concern, that You must learn Chorus: Just like I told you, you must learn (twice) I believe that if you're teaching history Filled with straight up facts no mystery Teach the student what needs to be taught 'Cause Black and White kids both take shorts When one doesn't know about the other ones' culture Ignorance swoops down like a vulture 'Cause you don't know that you ain't just a janitor No one told you about Benjamin Banneker A brilliant Black man that invented the almanac Can't you see where KRS is coming at With Elie Whitney, Holly Selosy, Grand Bill Woods made the walky-talky Lewis Latterman improved on Edison Charles Drew did a lot for medicine Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night Madame CJ Walker made a straightin' comb But you won't know this is you weren't shown The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh 'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man we need the 89 school system One that caters to a Black return because You must learn Chorus |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what
I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'. Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was given) Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin This is the warning, known as the caution: Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress You can't match this style or attack this While I'm telling you, write on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle Total domination on stage Kris is the name, 22 is the age Those who wanna battle, I know who you are You got a little girl, you drive a little car You come into the place with that look on your face Before you ran the mile, you lost the race So assume you're doomed when you step in the room I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete I'll slide you to a funky beat So what do we have here? A sucka in fear I snatched your heart Put it way up on the chart At ten you're fucked At nine you suck At eight you're a sucker At seven-a mothafucka At six you're slapped At five you're just wacked At four you're lost At three, you're just soft At two you're an ass At one, you're a dick But before you slip, I'll whip Cuz homeboy, ya slippin' (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D, and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you, sayin?) I understand that music calms the savage beast But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece First a bass, a snare A little cut over there I add my name K-R-S And the shit becomes fresh I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought One again, the tactics of original arts We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal Run my rhyme on time and on schedule One after another, another to the next Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex Check your larynx It may get lower havin' sex Or may get higher When bustin' as a liar These are the things I teach so be tought To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought? If you come up with a number, notebook, or list It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap It's funny Just dissin' you I can make money But noone's tippin' My message is simple: Ya' slippin! (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin') E-N-O, S-R-K When you go through other albums, you're sure to say Goddam! They all seem to sound alike Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light Showing, glowing, on the top growing The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing Just like a river, or better yet a stream I'm proud to be down with the winning team So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet We'll pick you up, and dust you off Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off But you won't even change that to say instead I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head So just before you inherit that ass kicking I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin' (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin' man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.) |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus]
Ya feel dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Could it be dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Can you believe dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) You can feel dat (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) [Verse One] Show me an MC that think he's too hot Bring him to KRS-One, I'll show him he's NOT Blowin the whole spot up when I spit up Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up My wrists ain't lit up! I don't even live that life Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife - you see Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine You got it, FINE - but what about that rhyme? Can you rhyme? Can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? LET'S GO! [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Two] I write my own books like I write my own hooks Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook They don't look here cause KRS is BOOM! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms Yo, get away from me You got a million dollar video but I'M the one they wanna see The capital E-M-C-E-E A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie I'm out, confident, no doubt I get what I gotta get when I spit I don't shout This New Yorker, Kris Parker's a quick talker You can get what I spit or get the klik-klocker Overseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopper Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper Street doctor, I'm +Brown+ and +Foxy+ like the +Ill Nana+ Whoever you think is hot, I'm hotter [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Three] RADIO! These suckers never play me or Chuck - but do you think we really give a... Southside, Westside, Eastside, North I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off I come from that place where you cats can't face Where cops can't chase or invade my space We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they know they place with Kris or Christ, they'll lose their life You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clears you'll be like, God damn - who was that? Loosen that noose around your neck and back Embarassin blacks, ain't no respect in that! [Chorus] w/ variations [KRS-One] Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, we out! |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus]
Ya feel dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Could it be dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Can you believe dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) You can feel dat (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) [Verse One] Show me an MC that think he's too hot Bring him to KRS-One, I'll show him he's NOT Blowin the whole spot up when I spit up Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up My wrists ain't lit up! I don't even live that life Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife - you see Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine You got it, FINE - but what about that rhyme? Can you rhyme? Can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? LET'S GO! [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Two] I write my own books like I write my own hooks Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook They don't look here cause KRS is BOOM! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms Yo, get away from me You got a million dollar video but I'M the one they wanna see The capital E-M-C-E-E A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie I'm out, confident, no doubt I get what I gotta get when I spit I don't shout This New Yorker, Kris Parker's a quick talker You can get what I spit or get the klik-klocker Overseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopper Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper Street doctor, I'm +Brown+ and +Foxy+ like the +Ill Nana+ Whoever you think is hot, I'm hotter [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Three] RADIO! These suckers never play me or Chuck - but do you think we really give a... Southside, Westside, Eastside, North I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off I come from that place where you cats can't face Where cops can't chase or invade my space We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they know they place with Kris or Christ, they'll lose their life You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clears you'll be like, God damn - who was that? Loosen that noose around your neck and back Embarassin blacks, ain't no respect in that! [Chorus] w/ variations [KRS-One] Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, we out! |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[Chorus]
Ya feel dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Could it be dat? (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) Can you believe dat? (HO!) Ya hear dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) You can feel dat (HO!) Ya follow dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!) [Verse One] Show me an MC that think he's too hot Bring him to KRS-One, I'll show him he's NOT Blowin the whole spot up when I spit up Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up My wrists ain't lit up! I don't even live that life Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife - you see Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine You got it, FINE - but what about that rhyme? Can you rhyme? Can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? LET'S GO! [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Two] I write my own books like I write my own hooks Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook They don't look here cause KRS is BOOM! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms Yo, get away from me You got a million dollar video but I'M the one they wanna see The capital E-M-C-E-E A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie I'm out, confident, no doubt I get what I gotta get when I spit I don't shout This New Yorker, Kris Parker's a quick talker You can get what I spit or get the klik-klocker Overseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopper Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper Street doctor, I'm +Brown+ and +Foxy+ like the +Ill Nana+ Whoever you think is hot, I'm hotter [Chorus] w/ variations [Verse Three] RADIO! These suckers never play me or Chuck - but do you think we really give a... Southside, Westside, Eastside, North I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off I come from that place where you cats can't face Where cops can't chase or invade my space We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they know they place with Kris or Christ, they'll lose their life You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clears you'll be like, God damn - who was that? Loosen that noose around your neck and back Embarassin blacks, ain't no respect in that! [Chorus] w/ variations [KRS-One] Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) Yo, we out! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
(KRS-One)
World peace.. or world TALK?! Yeah.. One, two, three, four! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace and we want it right now Right now! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. (KRS-One) Take it.. right now.. Don't hesitate! (world peace) You want world peace? (world peace) (peace.. TAKE IT) Or world talk? (world peace..) (world peace..) (world peace..) Yo, a lot of people are under the assumption that peace, is soft or somethin We must begin to reprogram our thought FROM, how we were taught Back in school, and our TV screens Strength, is always mean Love, is always soft and peace is too peaceful when all are equal Sit back, and read the papers about the murderers, thieves, and rapists We depend on police for justice but when do we say, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH Right now, and call their bluff It's not a matter of frontin like you're tough It's a matter of takin yours and livin universal laws Cause those laws, cannot be bribed nor changed, or paid on the side You must come correct and walk straight More love, less and less hate When you walk, walk with AUTHORITY Tell the negative people, don't bother me Move your face away, I ain't with it In a minute, I'm gonna hit it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace World peace.. and we want it right now .. or world TALK We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Break it down! Take it, yeah! World peace.. Yeah.. come in.. CRASH, SMASH, don't ask when the negative disrupts the class How much longer? Get stronger The battle is getting longer World, peace, or world talk Do we run? Or do we walk? (CHARGE) If you want world peace, take it Cause a lot of our leaders FAKE IT (fraud) It's similar to armageddeon when the positive people stop lettin the negative, control, how we live Listen to the music I give! If we really want world peace and we want it right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Take it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now World peace.. (Right now!) ..or world TALK? We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Take it! If we really want world peace and we want it right now World peace! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Right now! If we really want world peace and we want it right now Come in now.. We must make up our minds to take.. it.. World peace.. or world TALK?! If we really want world peace Yes I do and we want it right now When can I get it? We must make up our minds to take.. it.. Come in! If we really want world peace That's it and we want it right now Right now We must make up our minds to take.. it.. I want it now! If we really want world peace I want it right now! and we want it right now We need it right now! We must make up our minds to take.. it.. No talk.. world peace! If we really want world peace Peace! *echoes* |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
This is a test
Of the Boogie Down Production Prevention Against Sucka MC's In the event of a real emergency You would have been instructed On which jams to play And how loud to blast your radio And now, a word from our sponsor Verse One: I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One Provin that my job ain't done until I get some More, no need to roar or yell Cos I can still tell what will sell And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll That style is old, so unfold Blossom, bloom, you got the room So go ahead and consume A new era, KRS-One comes better Bite another lyric? Never Cos I'm too clever, however I own my own label Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable And partner Lee Smith I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift Hip-hop, hip-hop My voice is like a monster And now a word from our sponsor Verse Two: Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten I gotta start this rhyme again How many words can I find that rhyme And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time Not many but I have plenty Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any- One, any daughter, any son that comes my way Hey, you got to go the other way I represent my DJ Scott LaRock D-Nice, the beat box I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks Many people know me, yet I'm known by few My name is KRS-One, son Not two or three or four or five or six The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix Verse Three: Cool like the air we breathe Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail As sure as my name is "Blastmaster KRS" Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale From the days of prison I have uprisen To my family members I'm marked down as missin Listen, circumstances put me right in the street With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep Some weep, or should I rather say some cry Can't get by so later on they die Because the strong will survive The weak will perish Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish I love what I got and like what I had I'm glad, not sad, and I don't even get mad I get even, myself and some others I believe in Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta Let me pause, and now a word from our sponsor |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Verse One The day begins with a grin And a prayer to excuse my sins I can walk anywhere I choose Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew We're not here for glamour or fashion But here's the question I'm askin Why is it young black kids taught {flashin?} They're only taught how to read write and act It's like teachin a dog to be a cat You don't teach white kids to be black Why is that? Is it because we're the minority? Well black kids follow me Genesis chapter eleven verse ten Explains the geneology of Chem Chem was a black man, in Africa If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya Genesis fourteen verse thirteen Abraham steps on the scene Being a descendent of Chem which is a fact Means, Abraham too was black Abraham born in the city of a black man Called Nimrod grandson of Kam Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan Here, let me do some explaining Abraham was the father of Isaac Isaac was the father of Jacob Jacob had twelve sons, for real And these, were the children of Isreal According to Genesis chapter ten Egyptains descended from {Hahm,Kam} Six hundred years later, my brother, read up Moses was born in Egypt In this era black Egyptians weren't right They enslaved black Isrealites Moses had to be of the black race Because he spent fourty years in Pharoah's place He passed as the Pharoah's grandson So he had to look just like him Yes my brothers and sisters take this here song Yo, correct the wrong The information we get today is just wack But ask yourself, why is that? Verse Two The age of the ignorant rapper is done Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone The stereotype must be lost That love and peace and knowledge is soft Do away with that and understand one fact For love, peace must attack And attack real strong, stronger than war To conquer it and its law Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history Reinforces mystery And when mystery is reinforced That only means that knowledge has been lost When you know who you really are Peace and knowledge shines like a star I'm only showin you a simple fact It Takes A Nation of MILLIONS to Hold Us people Back Which is wack, but we can correct that Teach and learn what it is to be black Cause they're teachin birds to be a cat But ask yourself homeboy, why is that? |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Verse One
The day begins, with a grin And a prayer to excuse my sins I can walk anywhere I choose Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew We're not here for glamour or fashion But here's the question I'm askin Why is it young black kids taught {flashin?} They're only taught how to read, write, and act It's like teachin a dog to be a cat You don't teach white kids to be black Why is that? Is it because we're the minority? Well black kids follow me Genesis chapter eleven verse ten Explains the geneology of Chem Chem was a black man, in Africa If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya Genesis fourteen verse thirteen Abraham steps on the scene Being a descendent of Chem which is a fact Means, Abraham too was black Abraham born in the city of a black man Called Nimrod grandson of Kam Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan Here, let me do some explaining Abraham was the father of Isaac Isaac was the father of Jacob Jacob had twelve sons, for real And these, were the children of Isreal According to Genesis chapter ten Egyptains descended from {Hahm,Kam} Six hundred years later, my brother, read up Moses was born in Egypt In this era black Egyptians weren't right They enslaved black Isrealites Moses had to be of the black race Because he spent fourty years in Pharoah's place He passed as the Pharoah's grandson So he had to look just like him Yes my brothers and sisters take this here song Yo, correct the wrong The information we get today is just wack But ask yourself, why is that? Verse Two The age of the ignorant rapper is done Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone The stereotype must be lost That love and peace and knowledge is soft Do away with that and understand one fact For love, peace must attack And attack real strong, stronger than war To conquer it and its law Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history Reinforces mystery And when mystery is reinforced That only means that knowledge has been lost When you know who you really are Peace and knowledge shines like a star I'm only showin you a simple fact It Takes A Nation of MILLIONS to Hold Us people Back Which is wack, but we can correct that Teach and learn what it is to be black Cause they're teachin birds to be a cat But ask yourself homeboy, why is that? |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Verse One
The day begins, with a grin And a prayer to excuse my sins I can walk anywhere I choose Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew We're not here for glamour or fashion But here's the question I'm askin Why is it young black kids taught {flashin?} They're only taught how to read, write, and act It's like teachin a dog to be a cat You don't teach white kids to be black Why is that? Is it because we're the minority? Well black kids follow me Genesis chapter eleven verse ten Explains the geneology of Chem Chem was a black man, in Africa If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya Genesis fourteen verse thirteen Abraham steps on the scene Being a descendent of Chem which is a fact Means, Abraham too was black Abraham born in the city of a black man Called Nimrod grandson of Kam Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan Here, let me do some explaining Abraham was the father of Isaac Isaac was the father of Jacob Jacob had twelve sons, for real And these, were the children of Isreal According to Genesis chapter ten Egyptains descended from {Hahm,Kam} Six hundred years later, my brother, read up Moses was born in Egypt In this era black Egyptians weren't right They enslaved black Isrealites Moses had to be of the black race Because he spent fourty years in Pharoah's place He passed as the Pharoah's grandson So he had to look just like him Yes my brothers and sisters take this here song Yo, correct the wrong The information we get today is just wack But ask yourself, why is that? Verse Two The age of the ignorant rapper is done Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone The stereotype must be lost That love and peace and knowledge is soft Do away with that and understand one fact For love, peace must attack And attack real strong, stronger than war To conquer it and its law Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history Reinforces mystery And when mystery is reinforced That only means that knowledge has been lost When you know who you really are Peace and knowledge shines like a star I'm only showin you a simple fact It Takes A Nation of MILLIONS to Hold Us people Back Which is wack, but we can correct that Teach and learn what it is to be black Cause they're teachin birds to be a cat But ask yourself homeboy, why is that? |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
[KRS-One] Class in session. What, is, democracy?
[student] Yo it's the rule of the people. The self rule. [student] It's what the people want! [K] That's right. But is this a democracy? [s] Nah, democracy is a goal to be attained. [K] That's right. The character of the people should be reflected [K] in the laws and the institution of the state. [s] Psssh, I don't see my character reflected! [K] Tell me [Chorus One: KRS-One] WHY, are all the schools they fallin apart and WHY, the youth not takin no musical art and WHY, the professionals really don't know where to start No, one, really, cares, about WHY, the people ain't trustin the law and the order and WHY, the hookers from 70's look like our daughters and WHY, the radio station they help with the slaughter No, one, really, cares, about [KRS-One] The mind, they usin until it's time they doin a rhyme will ruin what you doin if you crime pursuin Let me tell you bout gettin your family out the mean ghetto to green meadows, where you can finally be settled That street level, freak level, pullin out heat level Eatin meat level, deceit level, that's that beast level You gotta stand upright in a house with three levels Where you don't even see devils unless he shovels the snow Many philosophers live on the low Never crazy hazy or lazy we get up and go Whaddya know, I'm always teaching after the show Not messin with hoes, I'm with my wife, changin my clothes Blowin my nose, deliverin blows to foes with new flows; then disappear where nobody knows Cause I got too many questions, too many lessons I gotta go, too many people stressin but I gotta know [Chorus Two: KRS-One] WHY, these officers gunnin us down on our block and WHY, the President never steps in on these cops and WHY, the mayor don't even look like he in shock No, one, really, cares, about WHY, the call of the poor is always ignored and WHY, the senators governors breakin the law and WHY, they taxin and taxin and taxin the poor No, one, really, cares, about [KRS-One] You, me, or themselves you can tell, they livin in hell But they come on the TV lookin so swell Sellin you dreams of schemes of you gettin green and cream But they never explain the work and all it means You got to visualize, close the lid on your eyes and visualize, minimize lies See yourself bigger in size, quicker to rise up wise up climb up, before your time's up but [Chorus One] [s] The votes [K] That's right [s] The politics [K] That's right [s] The government you know! [K] Uh-huh, people basically have the government they want [s] If people felt dissed, they'd be out rebellin right now |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Stick up!!!
All gwan put your hands up in de air and turn around with your face to the ground Stick up!!! Here we go Who are the pimps? Who are the pimps? Wimps sitting behind a desk You only get a glimpse of the action or reaction when you don't respond to them TAXING You fuck a lot when you're tax exempt Like with the church the rules were somehow bent The more money you make the more money you can have You lose your mind after a while trying to just grab and grab and grab and grab and grab until the pimps roll around real mad, what they say? 'Pick up that money hoe!' You done all the work, but now a part of the show You're a hoe, you pimped all around real fresh Got letters on they chest spelling I, R, S And they be taxing, asking, sitting back relaxing Pimping asian, european, blacks and chicano Hah hah! But they can't pimp a wino Why? Because a wino don't want nuttin It's when you try to get ahead they start frontin Capitalism -- the system of pimps and hoes I'm sorry that's the way it goes In this particular system everyone's a slave Racist is how they want us to behave White Johnny, be fighting black Michael Both are blind to the system's sick cycle In a circle psychotically they slay each other with a grin, because of color of a skin 'Pick up that money hoe!' (3X) Now we don't want to get you all alarmed A little education never did you no harm When Africa's free the African will be free Capitalism says we're ALL in slavery They're not looking at the color of a human brother April 15th they're looking at your mother! 'Pick up that money hoe!' You work all week, and now your money has to go to a pimp, and it's you that limp They cut your check and take a tenth Don't wanna hear no lip, about support of family Cause on a piece of paper that's a fantasy They don't care if you're in a bad mood Your wife needs shoes, your kids need food Uh-uh, pick up that money honey The pimps so serious they're funny! They'll look you straight into your face and tell you that your money's going to a good place Like Social Security or Welfare But if you go to the Bahamas you'll see them all there 'Pick up that money hoe!' (4X) |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
There's no such thing as a government
There's only people rulin over people People jerkin around people People lendin a hand to people.. What part of the system do you play? Who do you oppress? .. Uhh! [Chorus] What kinda world are we livin in? Yo What kinda world are we livin innnnnn? Can I get with my people? Can I sit with my people? Break bread with my people? Move ahead with my people? [Chorus] - 1/2 [KRS-One] When every day, seven thousand kids are gettin locked up When every day the justice system seems to stay stocked up When every day they cuttin 'em down 'fore they even pop up When every day you gotta duck 'fore you get shot up What kinda world are we livin in, spinnin in Winnin in, sinnin in, let us begin again Churches are ran like corporations makin me holla Corporations are ran like churches praisin the dollar There's no way out, or is it? Release your doubt and live it Teachin metaphysics don't listen to these critics hear it What kinda world are we livin in? Believe in yourself, achieve for yourself, see for yourself Speak for yourself, never weaken yourself, by deceivin yourself Believe in your wealth, see'mon! [Chorus] [KRS-One] Yo, yo, yeah What kinda world are we livin out, we move about in fear and doubt, tryin to get more clout Just check it check it out, we took the wrong route to a morality drought, basically I'm callin 'em out What kinda world are we livin in, when a song will not get on, unless it talks 'bout thongs Now where did we go wrong? We don't have long Preference all torn all worn not norm and all gone What kinda world do we live around, when we lay around Let me break it down, they shuttin us down while we play around, we fallin, stallin while God's callin, all in to fall in [Chorus] [Chorus] - 1/2 [KRS-One] When every day another unwanted pregnancy ends When every day another person is betrayed by a friend When every day it never ends, and the people pretend like the President is there cause of them, let me ask What kinda world can we really trust when the cops they can shoot at us? Bo bo! What kinda world can we really grow (ohh) when our daughters want to be hoes (ohh) and a father that nobody knows (ohh) and a mother wearin them sexy clothes (ho) What kinda world are we livin in, yo What kinda world are we livin in, uhh [Chorus] w/ variations [KRS] Can I get with my people? Can I sit with my people? Break bread with my people? Move ahead with my people? Can I sit with my people? Can I get with my people? Break bread with my people? Move ahead with my people? Can I sit with my people? Can I get with my people? Break bread with my people? Move ahead with my people? Fresh.. for two-thousand-one.. you SU-CKAZZZZZZ! |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
There was once a dreamer named Peter
{What else happened} Peter was also known as Skeeter {What else happened} Peter had sex with Anita {What else happened} Anita got pregnant from Peter {What else happened} Peter wasn't just with Anita {What else happened} Peter knew this girl named Rita {What else happened} Peter had sex with Rita {What else happened} Rita got pregnant from Peter {What else happened} Now two girls are pregnant by Peter {What else happened} But Rita doesn't know of Anita {What else happened} And Anita doesn't know Rita {What else happened} The two of them only know Peter {What else happened} Now Peter's at the mall with Anita {What else happened} You know he runs into Rita {What else happened} Well Rita takes a look at Anita {What else happened} And Anita takes a good look at Rita {What else happened} Well Rita starts to pull out the heater {What else happened} The heater now is pointed at Peter {What else happened} Anita jumps right on Rita {What else happened} Rita busts shots at Anita {What else happened} Rita missed Anita by meters {What else happened} But Rita's bustin' shots at Peter {What else happened} Just then somebody shook Peter {What else happened} Yo how many spoons of the dairy creamer {What else happened} It's Keisha sayin' wake up Peter {What else happened} That's why they call you the dreamer {Now that's happenin'} |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Yeah.. ahh back to that old shit!
For all you FAKE ass teachers out there Aiyyo Kris.. break this shit up! [KRS One] The type of lyrical terrorism I present Educates people at the same time pays my rent You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters When the suckers stepped up I had to use the drastic measures I know you want to step to me kid! But you're thinkin 'Damn Kris is kinda big!' Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year From your eye drops a tear I don't play that shit, I play that hit Your whole gangsta image is not legit You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong Don't even think about battling with a song You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed With your ribcage crushed Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks You know my FUCKIN name Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X) [KRS-One] They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison (You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) Who you kiddin? You're only tryin to rock a party You ain't really down to shoot nobody So why you frontin? Sayin from the cops you be runnin In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel In jail you ain't got respect You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary And the picture of your sister, mister As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed I'm just thinkin LONG range People died so I can rhyme.. you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak shit You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick Plus you're on my dick Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know my FUCKIN name! Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*) KRS.. Kenny Parker.. Willie D.. from Long Island Heather B.. Ska-Danks.. D-Square.. Sidney Mills.. Ha-ohhhh.. go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn! Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!) The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! |
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from KRS-One - Krs-One (1995)
One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be The party has already started An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill *echoes* Let me introduce you to another type of rapper MC where glamour and glitter don't matter gently I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty Classical like a German luger Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper Like I said before my radar's going BIBBIT BIBBIT The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I live it Hear it my spirit is where it should be Don't push me if you pussy, HUH I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz I got em, KRS got skills in the place I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill As I rock em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it Your album, rewrite it How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC Triplet syllables for minimal criminals Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit will be diverted by this lyric when you hear it Ricochet any style any day Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade The advanced oratorical techniques I speak Keep the heat at full peak! My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day and crack the back of that DJ I'm strappin and attackin a pack And whatever happens after that just happens, FACT Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy Focus on the syllable formats and the cash G G for guard your grill, I'm hard to kill Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills We built and killed style and skill while poetically recriminate you like a child I will get ill, and switch to earn Cause I prefer to slur but not blur Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it be seated I'm undefeated dem not see it Observe me then beat it How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me The voice from New York City is too witty I come from a era of ?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me Nowhere, that I ain't been to You can't tell me nuttin that I ain't been through Disrespect the teacher I gots to get you *cause they can't MC* But what you really sayin You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying "Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing! Switching and swaying Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" ?No great area? Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier Either you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscience But lyrically there ain't no stoppin I'm droppin a lot in your noggin Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin Carbon, your name, battle battle Everybody wants to battle but you BAB-BLE Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure I feel for ya soldier I hate to say it but I told ya so You know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo You want a fresh style let me show you slow your blow, I'm not your foe Battling me? No no no no no no NO! How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC [Mad Lion] If a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war!! BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do Anything tess, dead! Gun shot to dem head Gwan *echoes* |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
What does it mean to be underground?
It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground It's time that I open with a thunder sound Now look around your own town for the underground Yo, you rhymin for the TV or a million Cd's? You ain't a MC, you ain't underground You could be platinum or gold, hot or cold But it's the respect you hold that's underground When the critics don't get, that for the streets you spit it When your lyric they fear, that's underground Yeah what does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, white kids, black kids, skinny kids, fat kids Them Asian cats be underground Chicanos, Palestinians, Milanos, fuck the lone ranger Where's Tanto? That's underground Freddie Fox, Blackalicious, Kweli M.O.P., Gangstarr that's underground Mad lion, Smif-N-Wessun, Buckshot Armageddon T.S. that's underground What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, the t'cha returns, I told y'all I went to Cali to learn And that shit was underground If the cops be eyein' you 'cause survive is what you try to do Yo I'm wit you, you underground If it's justice you want and you protest the ice they flaunt You want skills that's underground Yo it's not about a rugger, rapper, or an actor It's about your subject matter that's underground, look What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground, alright Chevonne Dean from Ruff Ryders, all the outsiderz Young Zee, that's underground When all your money's spent and you're still hangin' on To 50 Cent, get it, you underground When you rep the collective consciousness of hip-hop Not hip-pop, you underground Yo it ain't about jewels, bitches and cars It's about Nas, that's underground, yo What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground To be underground simply means that you're down For the struggle, get 'em up, that's underground You could be a classy lady or a whore But if you protest the war, for sure, you underground If the government can't see you or deceive you You love your people, believe you underground If you refuse to play the game, you go against the grain You ridin' the train, you underground, get it What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, yo, that blast from the past, like Grandmaster Caz Bam and Flash, that's underground Doug E. Fresh, Lord Finesse, KRS If you listenin' to this you underground Turn it up now KRS about to show you how They go wow, blaow for the underground Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, KRS, BDP Kenny P, that's underground, do it What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Alright turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up if you underground, listen Sure shall |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
What does it mean to be underground?
It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground It's time that I open with a thunder sound Now look around your own town for the underground Yo, you rhymin for the TV or a million Cd's? You ain't a MC, you ain't underground You could be platinum or gold, hot or cold But it's the respect you hold that's underground When the critics don't get, that for the streets you spit it When your lyric they fear, that's underground Yeah what does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, white kids, black kids, skinny kids, fat kids Them Asian cats be underground Chicanos, Palestinians, Milanos, fuck the lone ranger Where's Tanto? That's underground Freddie Fox, Blackalicious, Kweli M.O.P., Gangstarr that's underground Mad lion, Smif-N-Wessun, Buckshot Armageddon T.S. that's underground What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, the t'cha returns, I told y'all I went to Cali to learn And that shit was underground If the cops be eyein' you 'cause survive is what you try to do Yo I'm wit you, you underground If it's justice you want and you protest the ice they flaunt You want skills that's underground Yo it's not about a rugger, rapper, or an actor It's about your subject matter that's underground, look What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground, alright Chevonne Dean from Ruff Ryders, all the outsiderz Young Zee, that's underground When all your money's spent and you're still hangin' on To 50 Cent, get it, you underground When you rep the collective consciousness of hip-hop Not hip-pop, you underground Yo it ain't about jewels, bitches and cars It's about Nas, that's underground, yo What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground To be underground simply means that you're down For the struggle, get 'em up, that's underground You could be a classy lady or a whore But if you protest the war, for sure, you underground If the government can't see you or deceive you You love your people, believe you underground If you refuse to play the game, you go against the grain You ridin' the train, you underground, get it What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Yo, yo, that blast from the past, like Grandmaster Caz Bam and Flash, that's underground Doug E. Fresh, Lord Finesse, KRS If you listenin' to this you underground Turn it up now KRS about to show you how They go wow, blaow for the underground Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, KRS, BDP Kenny P, that's underground, do it What does it mean to be underground? It means you gotta be free to be underground Yo, you got your own key when you're underground If you're listening to me yo you underground Alright turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up if you underground, listen Sure shall |
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from KRS-One - Return Of The Boom Bap (2000)
Chorus:
You ain't that tough ya Choose the right friends You ain't that tough now Don't make your life end You walk around the town like you a big man But you never know now that there's always a bigger man You sling the M-16 and flash the M-1 But you don't know what you're doing never learned to handle one But true! All you friend thinking you a gangster While your mother tried to warn you from certain danger So when you in your room you playing with your Mac-10 Fully loaded automatic, just you and a friend You posing aw dey mirror like you a gangster clown But the Mac-10 go off and you friend go down Uh oh! What you gonna do now? Uh oh! They gonna blame you somehow Uh oh! Tell me what you gonna say Uh oh! Look, they cutting you away Your father telling you "Now son just go to school Don't go acting like a fool and don't go acting too cool" You get to the school and meet up with the right bunch Just a group of kids with no names taking people lunch You join the click because you wanna meet some girls And you want a little prestige in you little school world One day you're walking with your crew along the road And a member of your crew pull out a gun and unload He shoot a parked car and all you run far You and your friends laughing like you a superstar And you get home and you thinking it was fresh And a cop meet you there with a warrant for your arrest Them ask, "Who shot the gut why you walking down the street Didn't you see the little boy there in the back seat sleep? Now the boy dead we want to know from you Who shot the car up, are we gonna take you?" Uh oh! Now what you gonna do now? Uh oh! Boy, them gonna blame you Uh oh! Now tell me what you gonna say Uh oh! Look, they cutting you away Chorus White kids! You living in the whitest part of town You are a white kid but you know you hang around So you and your friends thinking that you are all of that When you see a youth walk by and yes the youth is black One kid say "Hey, what you doing on the block We don't want no niggers here unless he is a cop" So the kid pull out a big baseball bat And them him slap with the bat becasue the kid is black Now then the kid fell down but still alive So he reach in his pants and pull out a four-five Pop! One friend drop and everyone run Out of all the white kids now you the only one You start cry, cause now you gonna die And it's all because what your friends did to this guy Uh oh! What you gonna do now? Uh oh! He gonna blame you somehow Uh oh! What you think you gonna say? Uh oh! Now them cutting you away Check! Repeat Chorus 2x |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
[KRS-One]
Easssssssssy mahn! It's impossible to take out Boogie Down Productions SEEN? Yes.. come mi say Intro/Chorus: KRS-One Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha [KRS-One] Me bus' upon the scene around 1986 A few hit records got me started real quick I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker All vegeterian, never eat pork or chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin Just like the gears of a watch, tock-tickin I never lose time cause the rhyme is all digital For suckers like you, I turn the power up to critical On every playlist, waxin that anus Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL point every time you subtract an emcee People look at me, a P-O-E-T teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U. And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic Very psychological; why are you on the dick? Well, my evaluation is sudden Takin me out, is somethin closer to impossible You could try your best but frankly I don't think it's logical This is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the gift Chorus [KRS-One] Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PA-AI-ID Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be delayed Boogie Down Productions at the head of the raid Always gettin brighter while the suckers will fade Life is very serious, it's not an arcade So everything you're hearing, KRS has made MC's grab the microphone but don't know what to say So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way I always call you females by your name, not 'Hey!' Cause 'Hey' will only make a real woman turn away, GWAN Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr Well then you know that KRS don't carrrre Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by And then you know that KRS don't carrrre You always call a freak, by the garment they wear Instead of call it clothes they always callin it gear Big derriere to make the next man stare Attracted to the man with jheri curls in him hair Always puffin cheeba with a forty of beer But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare, GWAN Hold up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO! Hold up ya han-ds, if you do underst-and The style that I'm sayin, without no delayin is Blastmaster KRS-One, just playin It's really kinda easy for me, to do a style like this It's kinda primitive, so please don't miss the way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never shown My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the Home No one out can compete And not another DJ rocks this type of beat Come mi say Chorus [KRS-One] Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow with M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow People takin pictures of me everywhere I go Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe YES! ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-zi ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi say Chorus |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
Lyrics to Things Will Change :
Hands in the air! (X 4) [KRS] Good looking, word... DJ Revolution, word up... Let's do this, kid... Here we go! [Chorus] A good time, a good vibe, and a house with a court Good life, good wife, a little food for thought I need (I need) food, clothes, and a whip with rims I need God in my life I need family and friends (I need) money, power, respect, I need love I need world peace, homeless to eat, no drugs I need every race and creed to be one Every nation, every face and seed to see sun [KRS] You need to listen to this You need to listen to Kris You need to have peace at least You need spiritual bliss You need a lyrical twist Do you know what a miracle is? Before we begin, you may need a kiss I suggest either one from J to O-one from the lips Either way what I'm saying, yo, is bound to uplift You need checks, you need cash You need intellect You need to be moving fast You need that big respect You need to be rolling in a car Going to a bar that's far Makin' the deal to make you a star You need to ask yourself, now do you know who you are? Where you goin'? How many steps you took so far? You need patience, you need to control your mind If you read and don't act, then you're wasting your time We need better leaders, we need better preachers We need a three-thousand dollar raise to all teachers [Chorus] [KRS] You need some meditation You need rejuvenation You need assistance right now with your situation You need some contemplation You need a combination —A combination of will power and concentration You need some syncopation With regular relaxation But you can't, 'cause you runnin' and racin' and chasin' You need to slow down, maybe you should speed up One sayin' ""lay down,"" the other's sayin' ""leap up"" You gotta keep up I suggest you start to speak up A lawyer, a doctor, a rapper창?""you wanna be what? Whatever it is, you gotta visualize You need to focus for real, and stop livin' them lies The time you givin' them guys You could be workin' upon the goal you hold Yo, you must realize Yo, you need to be wise Yo, you need to be alive, there could be no revenge or deceit in your eyes Rise! [Chorus] [KRS] Gimme what I need Do it with speed Change the situation around, plant new seeds! I roll with a righteous team of adults Forget the insults We plan to get results You can call us a cult, you can call us a gang But when it comes to Hiphop, no, you cats can't hang When the Gatts go bang And the telephone rang Telling you to come to identify the remains That's when you feel the pain And my name comes as comfort, ease and all stress and strain You need to know the game You need to know the meaning of your own name Reprogram your own brain Ask questions with no shame How you think you gonna master your craft if you don't train? Perfecting your skill, that's the aim Perfect your skill, and you'll always have money and fame C'mon! [Chorus] What I, uhh, what I need (House on the hill) That's what I need (Cash credit on my bill) That's what I need (All my dreams fulfilled) That's what I need (New whip that I can wheel) What I need (With the chromed out grill) Uh huh, that's what I need (And the girl that can chill) That's what I need (And my spirit all healed) That's what I need (That's what I need) That's what I need (That's what I need) That's what I need (That's what I need) That's what I need (That's what I need) That's what I need That's what I need (That's what I need) |
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from KRS-One - The Mix Tape (2005)
Word we stand out, word
We don't wanna sound like that bullshit Let 'em all be aware, not at all will I care You gotta know it's about the flow when you comin in here Not how long is your hair, but how long were you here How many dues you paid, crews you slayed, yeah How many clubs you done rocked, for-real You ever rocked outside with cats poppin they steel? You fake like Ma-Ma-Ma-Max Headroom You go from the bedroom to the studio back to the bedroom We be on the front line, pavin the way For you to do what you do, get what you get, say what you say Flip what you flip, play what you play at the Grammy's But you don't represent our family, you a thief All up and down the East coast Things is about to change All up and down the West coast, down in the South Things is about to change All up top and in North Canada, make some noise Things is about to change All my cats in London, Birmingham, Brixton, word Things is about to change Join the campaign to rearrange the rap game Don't look at me like I'm insane, the facts remain plain You to blame, when you take it in vein The gains and struggles and pains of those that already came From the beginning we tried to attain, the money and fame That's not new to the game, it's still the same But what seems to change is the loyalty Rappers degrade hip-hop for a royalty It's all about me and my click and we ballin G But we fallin, stallin our callin to be free You can't see, they're gonna judge our poetry In two-thousand and twenty-three, where will your money be? Where will your Benz be? Your friends be? Your beginnin be? Your end be? Gently You tell me to my face my style you envy But behind my back you condemn me, you a thief All out in Germany, Africa Things is about to change Word up, hip-hop, join the nation, movin Things is about to change Word up, all them fake-ass whack rappers, word up Things is about to change Tell 'em, go to they shows and let 'em know it's like this Things is about to change For sure, it's the people that defend me Yeah you on MTV, but did you know Ted Demme? What about Fab 5 Freddy, Red Alert? You not ready ready ready |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by KRS One. Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Come in! Verse 1 Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin' But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin' They're tryin' but after some years if you ain't got it Lay it down put it down find a way to try and stop it Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong With those that perform their song on and on And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted I speak to you, not at you to attack you Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue So now I ax you or tell you people literally When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye Verse 2 Run it, son, plumb it you bum Don't you know that it's KRS-One That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run 'cause only the suckers want a chance at that To see if KRS-One is really all that Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back Because the teacher that you see is not wack I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made Three albums, a triple-layer cake And throw it in your face you waste Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race While I whip you whine, you're out of touch I'm out of time, here's another rhyme (The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh yes, dude. Yes) (What's the name of that crew? B.D.P) (Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By L. PARKER <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
We keep it tight, we keep it right
We're comin' strong, we're movin' on (Yeah) It's time to rise and unify Keep comin' strong (Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh!) Just keep movin' on Yo, where's my people at? We be where the elite be at We really never need the gat, we comin' with a sneak attack In fact, best believe we back, what we rap it heats the track Kenny Parker sees to that, my job is to teach these cats Present the clear speech they lack and show 'em how to eat from rap We keep it tight, we keep it right (That's right) We're comin' strong (Uh, huh, yeah) We're movin' on (Tell 'em again! Uh) It's time to rise and unify (Yeah, yeah) Keep comin' strong (Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh!) Just keep movin' on You know why the devil can't get with me 'Cause he's a liar, I've got victory You can stick with me, my click is free Negativity, that doesn't live with me These rappers on one, I've skipped to three These rappers on A, I've skipped to C My image, heads ain't quick to be, so I thank you for pickin' me I know why people got to know, these wack rappers got to go Let a MC rock the show, I'll show 'em how it 'posed to go We forgot simply what we supposed to know We still must defeat the foe, so what you got the dough? Your words don't make us glow, in fact they make us slow How long this gonna take to know you ain't gotta be a hoe? We keep it tight, we keep it right (Yeah) We're comin' strong (Yeah, yeah) We're movin' on (Uh, huh, tell them again!) It's time to rise and unify (Yeah) Keep comin' strong (Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh!) Just keep movin' on Look at the teacher, I stay attuned People are blessed when I walk in the room Snakes [unverified] don't stop me, and if they did They'd be askin' for a tag 'fore they kids Medical students lose it when I enter any hospital Doctors wanna talk music and whatever's topical It's all logical, I perform the impossible Through words I put hip-hop in you, listen Here's what we got to do, unify Defeat the flesh, defeat the beast in you and I Win or lose I never shout, believe in yourself and never doubt Discipline is simply a better route We keep it tight, we keep it tight We keep it right, we keep it right We're comin strong, comin' strong We're movin' on, movin' on! It's time to rise, it's time to rise and unify, unify Keep comin' strong, comin' strong Just keep movin' on, keep on movin' on We keep it tight, we keep it tight We keep it right, we keep it right We're comin strong, comin' strong We're movin' on, movin' on! It's time to rise, it's time to rise and unify, unify Keep comin' strong, comin' strong Just keep movin' on, keep on movin' on Just keep movin' on, keep on movin' on Just keep movin' on, we gotta keep on movin' on Just keep movin' on, wake up and realize Just keep movin' on, that you just keep movin' on Just keep movin' on, it's time to realize Just keep movin' on, that you gotta keep movin' on Just keep movin' on, keep movin on, keep movin' on Just keep movin' on, you gotta keep movin' on You gotta take that time Just keep movin' on, you gotta realize that it's time Keep on movin' on, keep on movin' on |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden?
Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? The only way to talk to God is in church? Hah hah hah, you must be KIDDING For years they kept God hidden Look for God in self, not in what's written Turn this up and listen If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian *whip cracks* If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian *whip cracks* If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian YOU wouldn't be a Christian!!! *whip cracks twice* Your whole culture's missing Hebrews are African, see they originated Judaism The belief in one God is monotheism, see the truth is not hard All you gotta know is the facts When religion mixes with politics... it ALL GETS WACK You gotta know your history, or they'll tell you that God is a mystery And when you're born, you're born in sin That's bullshit. That's BULLSHIT! They're only saying you can't win You can't succeed, you can't acheive Don't ask about God, just sit there and believe Well I ain't tryin to hear that lesson Cause one thing I know Cause one thing I know Cause one thing I know is that the truth can always be questioned YEAH that's how I'm livin Ask and ye shall be given When you're lyin, hah hah hah, you got no answers You got handclappers and a WHOLE lotta dancers in the church or sanctuary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary!!! that hung out with criminals I would say read the Bible but it's not the original So it's really misleading If you don't know the history of the author you don't know what you're reading If you DON'T know the history of the author you don't know what you've read You can't taste the nectar That answers the question on why I do lectures Cause where every MC claims to be the teacher, I be DISSIN professors Keep that Bible on your shelf God helps those that help themselves Stop reading from a dead book Stop reading from a dead book for a live God! You know how stupid you look! God reads the Bible with you You both read the language of the devil that's dissing you What can the next man do with a Bible in his hand that you yourself can't do? Whether Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, or Jew Burning candles don't get you down with the universal crew So why you dress up on Easter and worship a false Mary that looks like Mona Lisa? Hah hah, damn you lost On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? *bells jingle* On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? *bells keep jingling* On Christmas what's the purpose of Santa Claus!!! Or Saint Nickalaus, I'm sick of this wickedness All revolutionaries check this I'm not synthetic I'm not anti-Christian, anti-Muslim, anti-Buddhist, or anti-Semitic But I will set it off in the temple Cause the real holy place is mental The real holy place is mental The real holy place is mental *starts echoing* The real holy place is mental *echoing a lot* The real holy place is mental! The real holy place is mental!!! Mental-physical, metaphysical |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
So gather round now for the raptism
'Cause if the dogs don't get 'em The cattle get 'em or the gat'll get 'em Or the crack'll get 'em Time for spiritual activism Life is a journey And Kris got the map with him Teach Latinos and blacks with 'em It's amazing when Whites And Asians kick raps with 'em 'Cause out of a thousand MC's Believe I taught half of 'em Knowledge Reigns Supreme I beam through many images My origin is a mystery Like capstones on pyramids We live it kid, challenge The teacher you will regret that I'm giving careers and taking careers away Did you forget that? Better check that you can rock This track and the next track But when I correct the spirit hit You'll always be set back So gather round now for the raptism Only those that got hip-hop in 'em And not rap in 'em and no crack with 'em Step up now and receive a holy dose From a holy host and take a break From these rappers that only boast Wake up to make up Yeah, yeah, yeah Wake up to make up Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah Wake up to make up Yo, yeah, yo My intellectual battle Will make your brains rattle I'll unwrap you and your crew From the same shackle I'm on many different planes like a airport Psychologically you be rethinkin' Your identity and cuttin' ya hair short Now there's a thought That exposes your insecurity You put no fear in me I break the M from the C And reverse it to say, "See 'em? See 'em?" They allow the devil to lead 'em And they be givin' up they freedom So, huh, gather round for the raptism Wake up When the spirit hear it the lyric long before the track get 'em Wake up I spit 'em out, gotta get 'em out, the world I never been about I see them glitter but their spirit's goin' in and out We see them fading, we also see them hating We also see those living for musical chart ratings Hear what I'm stating or trading for what you're paying Replace fear with faith and you'll stop decaying Gather round for the raptism (Word) Gather round for the raptism (Word, word) Wake up, wake up, wake up Gather round for the raptism Make up, make up, make up 'Cause if the dogs don't get 'em The cattle get 'em or the gat'll get 'em Or the crack'll get 'em Yo, yo, gather round for the raptism Wake up, word, word Wake up, word Wake up, the dogs don't get 'em The cattle get 'em, or the crack'll get 'em Or the gat'll get 'em Wake up, everyday, when you wake up You got a chance to make up Remember you are not just doing hip-hop You are hip-hop Wake up to make up, wake up to make up Twice a year, hip-hoppers come together To celebrate the unity of hip-hop We come together, during Hip-Hop Appreciation Week Wake up to make up Which is every third week in May Wake up to make up Then, we come together in November To celebrate Hip-Hop History Month I will see you there, peace |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
Verse
I've been taught to respect my elders and behave Even if when they were young they sold slaves Truth and understandin' is what I crave In the land of the thief, home of the slave Turn your page to a brief demonstration Cos now in '90 it's strictly information I'm givin' Teachin' on a regular basis Today's lecture is about The Racist We're not out to exaggerate or diss him But show the symptoms and facts of racism Understand The Racist ain't equal There's about five different types of racist people First of the five different types of cases Is the individual brought up racist Here you have young men and women Brought up in the Great White Way opinion This opinion introduced by the parent To the civilised becomes transparent The civilised man could look through the faces Make the analysis and see The Racist Number two case which y'all must hear Is the individual racist out of fear Here you have people that fear the African And conjure up new ways of trappin' him Number three is the unconscious racist Not knowin' they're racist they invade your spaces They say, "I'm not a racist, I'm not a bigot" Yet they allow it to go on and won't admit it Number four is the money racist The one that used the topics of sheer economics They say, "Owning a business isn't for the black man He don't want that", yet they went and took his land Damn, that's like a rock in a hard place You don't have your land yet this ain't your space America was built by every other race Except the European that runs this place What a waste, America's doomed To be overthrown by the righteous real soon But last but not least racial prejudice Is the black man speakin' out of ignorance Whitey this and Ching-Chow that Is not how the intelligent man acts You can't blame the whole white race For slavery, cos this ain't the case A large sum of white people died with black Tryin' hard to fight racial attacks The media wants you to think that no whites Really fought and died for Civil Rights But once we have a true sense of history You'll see this too as a mystery If black and white didn't argue the most They could clearly see the government's screwin' 'em both. |
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from KRS-One - Keep Right (2004)
(feat. Afrika Bambaataa)
[Afrika Bambaataa:] In the name of the force who is the source who is called by many names Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh, Elohim, Jah, El Nu, El Kuluwm, The All And as we give praise to the creator And we give praise for all you human beings Who's down here on this planet, so-called Earth And to all the extraterrestrial beings In other planets and other places and other dimensions Throughout our universe of universes I greet all of y'all with the greetings words of PEACE... [echoes] |
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from Talib Kweli 4집 - Eardrum (2007) | |||||
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
In case you aint know, check it
Let me tell you right not and the whole world You are the only one I saw them guys you were with I don't flash platinum watches and drop-top whips But you can rest assure you're my perfect fit Every dollar that we get, we be earning it Yo, you never have to worry about me taking a trip Or leaving you at home so I can quickly forget Yo, with me it's the opposite, you swerve the jeep You the queen of your house, you earn your keep And I respect that, in high school we both got left back We both were divorced and had setbacks But you should never let that depress you God has blessed you Yo, here's what KRS do Support your goals, keep you warm when it's cold It aint about now it's about when we get old {Chorus 2x} Let me tell you right now and the whole world You are the only one In my heart you are that number one girl You are the one (one, one, one) Even when your hair aint done with no curl You are the only one (one, one, one) Crazy why love making we already did Shit, that's why we got four kids Romantic, our parenthood we planned it On the queue two to England, cross the Atlantic Respect, you don't have to demend It's like you got the perfect husband and your friends cant stand it Especially when I watch the kids And when you come home I aint trying to find out what you did It flips theirs leave, 'cause they looking for the player A little boy trying to pay theirs cell phones and pagers But with me you living with the savior We be up in the temple of hip-hop, or chilling with the mayor I thank the creator We don't need what they handing out This is what your man is about It's like peace and much love Trust and respect Your friends may have diamonds but they aint get that yet They may have the burghettes and cars and private jets But all they're really good for is sex {Chorus} We be hanging out late night at denys Having conversations about every and any Many people want what we got A relationship that just keeps getting hot like hip-hop You know I'm not the regular guy You know I can't be compared You know when the drama comes I aint scared My name rings bells in the street You can say my name in any hood your protection is complete Thugs be right on their feet Saying �What, your man is Kris?� You don't worry miss {Chorus} But most of the time you're with me and the kids Mind at ease, chilling out at Chucky Cheese's These are my kids, I know what their need is I know what the doctor bill in school to which in fee is My daughter, I know who she is And all my sons know exactly what being free is {Chorus} No, you might not get the drop-top three But all your kids want to be like me Their father, and even when times is getting harder There's only one name you could trust, Kris Parker {Chorus} uhh send this out to you you and yours....word it's that time yo.....that's word {Chorus} ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JONES, KIMBERLY / COMBS, SEAN / SCANDRICK, MARVIN / KEITH, MICHAEL / PARKER, QUINNES / JONES, DARON / MAXWELL, LAMONT / THOMAS, CARL Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
Where the real at?
Where the real at? Yeah Yo, where I come from gats bust for nothin' Thugs, ministers, cops, teachers, all be hustlin' Your family's the only one ya trustin' Clubs be jumpin', redesigned cars be bumpin' Now there's ranks supreme KRS is a free man In hip hop culture I'm like Allen Greenspan I tell the culture what's hot and what's not Now look who's on top and look whose shit just dropped We ain't about sellin' records We ain't music merchants We emcees, we go straight to the club and hurt shit New York, New Jers', Boston, come on California, D.C., Baltimore, come on Texas, Atlanta, New Orleans, come on Philly to Chicago, Carolinas, come on Memphis to Nashville, Colorado, come on Detroit to Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, come on Seattle to Miami, Arizona, come on San Fran', Oakland, hip hop, come on Down to the spot this is real hip hop Join this movement them other cats steal a lot You can feel the knowledge of self or feel this glock I'm authentic, KRS I'm really hot Yo, what up Fat Joe that's my nigga for life Remember when Pun fell off the stage, right on my wife In the Bronx, we all laugh about it today What up Freddie Fox, 2 Glocks, Pik and Spay Dr.Dre, all day, both of them Dr.Dre with Ed Lover and the one with Eminem This a movement, all over the world we reach I can prove it, all over the world I teach You hear that Dr.King, ?I have a dream?, speech a lot But no where is it manifested but in hip hop While them other cats be lookin' for a radio song I'm in Washington Heights, puttin' them Dominicans on You can feel it, I'm strong, I last longer lets do it You want the real hip-hop well, join this movement We ain't about sellin' records, we ain't music merchants We emcees we go to the club and straight hurt shit Utah, Minnesota, Mexico, come on V.A., Arkansas, Portland, come on Indiana, Oklahoma, Kansas, come on East St.Louis, Milwaukee man, come on Montreal, Toronto, Canada, come on East Coast, West Coast, Dirty South, come on Mid-West, Bible Belt, up-top, come on Hip hop, come on Hip hop, come on |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
First thing we must do is make up our mind
Then we must go and really clear our mind Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind Share our mind, speak our mind First thing we must do is make up our mind Then we must go and really clear our mind Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind Share our mind, speak our mind Stand up brother, stand up sister I told y'all before, love is gonna get'cha Lovin' that money, lovin' that liquor Lovin' that sex without respect you gets no bigger I ain't got time to chill, only got time to build You find that in those with skills This a real MC, of the highest degree With no video, my show they dyin' to see Not whether I'm buyin' 'em three When you watch television just keep sayin', they lyin' to me 'Cause they are, how long you gonna stay at the bar? I'm not desperate for money, maybe you are, but listen First thing we gon' do is make up our mind Then we gon' go, and we gon' clear our mind Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind Share our mind, speak our mind First thing we gon' do is make up our mind Then we gon' go, and we gon' clear our mind Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind Share our mind, speak our mind Don't you think it's time we thought about the future? Whether our children they gonna be winners or losers? Don't you think it's time to advance the rhyme we spit? Whether you know it or not, you deep in politics All inside of it, in fact you the issue Don't let this government diss you They really do not want you to vote, they really do not want you to hope They really want you sniffin' they coke You look around yo we missin' the boat I coulda wrote about anything to get on, but this what I wrote And what I'm writin', is guaranteed to enlighten Like Dr. Cornel West, Michael Eric Dyson This is how we do it today, enough of the crime talk KRS got somethin' new to say Rise up, and put aside childish things This is the message we bring, listen First thing we gon' do is make up our mind Then we gon' go, and we gon' clear our mind Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind Share our mind, speak our mind Last verse, KRS, blast first Ignorance is bad, but temptation that's worse They hide they purse, 'cause of the way we spit the verse No one ever told 'em that the style's rehearsed And even if they did, it wouldn't be new to their mind 'Cause all day rappers confess to doin' these crimes So when the cops see you, they're not thinkin' about me They thinkin' about takin' you out of society Keep it right, don't lie to me You think it's too much preachin' teachin'? Huh, well fine, we'll see When you're locked up in J.D.C., or even prison The truth shall set you free, just listen You want health, and really that's about prevention You want love, real love, and not depression You want awareness, which come from discipline and will You want wealth, which come from skills When you really ready to talk, let's build You ain't gotta be a scholar to know the next 4 years gonna be ill I believe you already know the drill, don't lie Don't steal, seek peace and don't kill First thing we must do is make up our mind Then we must go and really clear our mind Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind Share our mind, speak our mind |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
Who am I? The MC, la-di da-di
I don't wear Versace, I wear DJ's out quickly at the party Who am I? If you're like me hip hop is in your body Who am I? THE MC! When the jam is slow and you need a proceeder Who am I? THE MC! When you need a lyrical leader wit oratorical triple features Who am I? THE MC! When you need to rock your 3000-seat arena, best believe, uh Who am I? THE MC! When you need to get the word on the street wit demeanor Who am I? THE MC! I beg thee, let me splurt rhymes, I have plenty Who am I? THE MC! Lord have mercy I hit sudden like Hersey always New like Jersey, stay thirsty Who am I? THE MC! Showin my authority, superiority an artistic minority, now you startin me Cuz party philosophy can only be carried out by Who am I? THE MC! No doubt, predicting far ahead what will set the party off immensely with plenty of who? THE MC! Trained at Rooftop, Red Zone, Roxy and Bentley's Who am I? THE MC! Gently move crowds with harmonious rhythm Cuz the lyrics we give em they miss em Who am I? THE MC! again, THE MC! Her infinite power helps, oppressed people sent me to tell you if you truly study lyrical flows and stay on your toes you will be Who am I? THE MC! and as an MC you will study verbal magic but watch what you say cuz you'll attract it control your subconscious magnet from pullin in havoc Who am I? The MC! Non-stoppin MC, hip hoppin MC Verbal rockin, head knockin, quick droppin MC I laugh cuz I mastered the craft MC In sound clash I'm the first and last MC It's sort of like Jim Carrey throwin that Mask to me I black out and wake up to catastrophe 3 MC's dead from the sound blowin out massively, wow! Who am I? The MC! Untouchable, can't be caught off guard with fast tracks or slow tracks Ass cracks get waxed to the max, MC's pack raps for all tracks Indigenous cultures, Asians, Whites and Blacks never missed it the linguistic of Who am I? THE MC! Meta-lyrical poetic mystic MC Hearin the voice of an ancient spirit MC Premeditated worder Killin negative concepts out the mind of the observer MC You deserve a break from counterfeits, frauds and fakes claimin to be an MC for heaven sakes Well, this MC done raised the stakes under the stress from KRS contracts and mental gats are bound to break Who am I? THE MC! again the MC! Conduct yourselves properly MC |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
Yeah, uh huh, underground, never stop y'all
Underground, K.P. y'all come on Ain't no stoppin' what we've done Don't give up this fight is won There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Take that stand, realize the truth Knowledge intellect bringin' minds anew There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now B R O N X See these cars, see these checks, intellect See these thugs, ain't no sweat, intellect A thousand miles, how do you do it? One step Now check out this flow, they wanna be down, but they can't Original criminal minded flow, they just ain't Ready for the real, ready to peel off the paint Your style is fake, the teacher returns to debate You the best? That's bull, you questionable Highly flexible, wasn't you sexual? Now you hardcore? You need to see God more I sit on the faculty you, you sophomore Ain't no stoppin' what we've done Don't give up this fight is won There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Take that stand, realize the truth Knowledge intellect bringin' minds anew There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Time to get it, now you did it, tryin' to spit it You don't fit it, ask the critics, already did it, skipped the gimmicks I don't mimic, metaphysics, you'll admit it, better to live it Better to give it, so I spit it every minute so you get it My lyric is wicked an' full of culture y'all Huh? Battle, nah, get back in your car Either you never heard of me or you really wanna get with me But as your teacher let me test you for a learning disability You feeling me? 'Cause you can't, get it through your head This is, suicide, you're better off dead Let me not amp you up 'cause this style you can't do what My stomach can take it and your stomach it'll cramp you up This is, breath control, breath control stylee I get up all in that ass that [Incomprehensible] toxic heinie Try me, back in the days you woulda had sorrow Try the teacher today, and you won't see tomorrow 'cause Ain't no stoppin' what we've done Don't give up this fight is won There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Take that stand, realize the truth Knowledge intellect bringin' minds anew There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Like a piss on the streets I exist Not the meat but the fish Complete the feat when I'm speakin' the heat into this Witness Kris rippin' this Don't trip on this, skip ahead if you're ready My show medley is deadly I'm about a hundred million mic years away These players I don't hate, but I'm not here to play I hit it all day, all night, all afternoon Rock all mics from the days of sassoon Where the hell was you? On the corner with rats When we was at the LQ, lockin' it down and that was that Divine speaker, mind keeper, time teacher, time leader I'll be sittin' in the club by the speaker Waitin' for you rappers to choke up then I eat ya Like some prehistoric winged creature, ah On your neck, like the American eagle facin' East and West I be the best, Blastmaster KRS 'cause Ain't no stoppin' what we've done Don't give up this fight is won There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Take that stand, realize the truth Knowledge intellect bringin' minds anew There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Get them up, get them up Get them up, get them up Get them up, get them up Get them up, get them up Ain't no stoppin' what we've done Don't give up this fight is won There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Take that stand, realize the truth Knowledge intellect bringin' minds anew There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Attention all true hip-hoppers Let us come together, for the unity of hip-hop culture Every third week in May, is hip-hop appreciation week, celebrate with us Then, join us in November, for hip-hop history month Big up, to the Zulu Nation, hey Teacher, yes who's that? It's the authorities, they're at the door Chill the authority is here |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our 4th album and we're STILL not takin no shorts Yeah.. ha hah! On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker As we say he can't get no darker All about action, not a fast talker All the whick whack sucker DJ's gotta try much harder My man Willie Willie Willie D Taggin up BDP with a fat marker And THIS, is what's on today's charter Ha hah hah All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air BDP rockin without no fear So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is throw the funky fresh beat in like this C'mon! * crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while * Ha hah Well it's me, down with BDP KRS-One rocks ANY party Rocks the beats, and the breaks Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes The suckers shake, while I'm creatin They get together and they start debatin How can we take him out one time? So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme I might go first, and he'll go second I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "Just checkin the mic" Droppin fresh styles I like So throw up your hands and drop your mic Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth well I'll go for self Rockin New York like no one else You can check any rapper from seventy-eight A few have rocked their whole career straight Some had dope twelve inches, count em But not many crews had slammin albums BDP rocks CONSISTENTLY From Criminal Minded to 1990 Why? Well that's my secret baby Here's a hint: the public pays me So you can call me a public servant Not a King but a teacher, I'll believe I earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike If I walk to a jam well I'll rock the mic Gimme a chance and I'll rock the house But don't let a sucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle Adidas, Nike's, arms, mics Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike Step right up if that's what you like But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alllllright" I am your mentor Victory is mine, it's time you surrender Sucker! And just back up quickly Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show Oh, all of a sudden you don't know or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face In case you bass I'll erase your whole rap Tell you right now I ain't TRYIN to hear that I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew I deny your existence as artists You're puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone You fail to realize nope you're not alone on the earth, the light comes forth as KRS Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and shed light Behave, you're still a 20th century slave Headed for the grave in a wave So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk and put a little pep in your step KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation in the nation, in creation Princes, Kings, Queens, or any occupation Like rappers with nuttin to say I crush those idiots and throw em away Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic mystics, with macho poses If you ain't for black you're down for Guns 'n' Roses Yeah! C'mon! Throw your hands in the sky And wave em from side to side And if you're in this life just gettin by Somebody say, ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ's My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah We got Symone in the house We got, D-Square in the house We got Ms. Melodie rockin the soundset My man D-Nice, HIT IT! |
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from KRS-One - Keep Right (2004)
Where shall we land, there?
Which city shall we destroy today? This one, or that one? This one? [KRS-One] Take a look a look around, we last forever We carry books around, manuals are bound in leather We rock the center, the only point that's in the circle We free MC's, what we decree will not desert you We know what we doin, we wise and we chillin We calculate against the continued cries of our children They may be cryin now but they won't be cryin later We love hip-hop, because WE are it's creators So we, build the Temple, write the books, teach the classes Create instrumentals, write hooks and rock masses NONE passes, without studyin this flow It's all good as long as you know Kris know! [Chorus: Mad Lion] While I deal with I, Jah talk to I When I dem go alike, only de one comply Whatchu see with de I, look twice toward de I If you don't unify your children them a gon' cry [KRS-One] I stand with the rejected, the unsuspected, the unconnected The neglected the one you, never suspected It seems you forget hip-hop plays the back Sayin that's my sound, and that's my sound And that's my track, and that's my rap And that's some chorus they did way back, look honey bringin it back I'm actually, I'm everywhere at every time Animating every rhyme and every dare in every mind KRS is my representative on Earth Challenge him not, he's been hip-hop since birth His main objective, is to put hip-hop in perspective Show pity, and DESTROY these wack cities [Chorus] [Mad Lion] Inna style dem a {?}, yo alla dem a cry Dey worship slackness and to be under sky We lead dem to de water but we cyan't make dem drink Pussy to take a sip, cause it gon' make you t'ink We don't usually {?} shit {?}, yo alla dem a sing Wisdom wort more den any diamond and gold People use it and find it like de Dead Sea Scrolls [KRS] Take dem Lion, take 'em, take it over! [Mad Lion] Cause of dem outer, dem outer, dem outer inter outer inter Outer inter outer inter out of control Dey neva find wisdom til dem dead ohhh Mad Lion make de {?} roll KRS make up a sea and bulge ya Of the story of never been told-a Cause we outer, outer, inter outer outer ese Out of control, out of control I'm so serious ay (what?) We don have no time fi play, ay (tell 'em again) Some people diss dem {?} hell's in this world But dey'll come around one day [KRS-One] Yo, yo, only Beezlebub think my voice is aggravatin Children of light hear my voice and start congregatin The mind's debatin, is he a prophet or is he Satan? But the tree is only known by it's fruit, what am I creating? What am I stating? Have I stood the test of time? Or am I fading, or has God blessed my rhyme? Settle your dissin, you better be listenin, forever we glisten The metaphysician with a better way, makin a better day daily |
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from KRS-One - Maximum Strength 2008 (2008)
[Intro:]
FRESH~! For 2008, you suckers Yeah! James Desmond, yeah, ha ha ha ha KRS, keep bringin that [Chorus: KRS-One] Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat! [KRS-One:] I'm called when all falls and yes y'all stalls And cornballs wanna get smoked like Pall Malls I'm on all fours, all year on tours Place your bets I'm takin all yours All wars, topplin all scores Teachin street laws, the teacher because I bring the [Chorus] [KRS-One:] I'm called when no one is talkin The truth about what's goin on and on and When you wanna put that New York talk in You cause the KRS-One to start barkin Toward the mic, grab the mic, start barkin Outside the club spot cars start parkin for the [Chorus] [KRS-One:] Yeah, get it bumpin now, get it bumpin now Turn up that da-dumb-dumb-dumb-BLAOW I know you know how, we doin it right now People in the club like WOW~! For that [Chorus] [KRS-One:] OHH! It's gettin hot, don't stop We just about to reach the top of hip-hop That's why I'm called, with that yes yes y'all At this very moment you feel no stress at all No, I'm not testin y'all, this a real lyric If you can hear it I'm blessin y'all, with the [Chorus] [KRS-One:] So we can continue to go down the menu I send you my poetry that critiques the evil that men do You better attend to, the AC When I MC I'm bringin heat lately, now fade me No ifs ands buts or maybes I'm not crazy, God made me speak with the [Chorus] [Outro:] That's what I'm talkin about! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Intro:
I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over Verse One: You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei Down with the sound called BDP If you want to join the crew well you must see me Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin like they gay Pickin up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say Sayin that hip-hop started out in Queensbridge Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to tell them agaaain Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to te-ell them Manhattan keeps on makin it, Brooklyn keeps on takin it Bronx keeps creatin it, and Queens keeps on fakin it Verse Two: Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, aiy! All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, cause Here's an example of KRS-One, bo! Here's an example of KRS-One They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya But instead of helpin ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin Like Doug E. Fresh said 'I tell you now, you ain't nuthin' Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions So easy now man, I me say easy now mon To KRS-One you know dem can't understand Me movin over there and then me movin over here This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl? Don't know you know that he's out of touch What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan? On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks You'd better change what comes out your speaker You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped You're still tellin lies to me Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny But you're still tellin lies to me |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Intro:
I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over Verse One: You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei Down with the sound called BDP If you want to join the crew well you must see me Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin like they gay Pickin up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say Sayin that hip-hop started out in Queensbridge Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to tell them agaaain Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to te-ell them Manhattan keeps on makin it, Brooklyn keeps on takin it Bronx keeps creatin it, and Queens keeps on fakin it Verse Two: Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, aiy! All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, cause Here's an example of KRS-One, bo! Here's an example of KRS-One They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya But instead of helpin ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin Like Doug E. Fresh said "I tell you now, you ain't nuthin" Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions So easy now man, I me say easy now mon To KRS-One you know dem can't understand Me movin over there and then me movin over here This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl? Don't know you know that he's out of touch What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan? On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks You'd better change what comes out your speaker You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped You're still tellin lies to me Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny But you're still tellin lies to me |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Intro: I say the bridge is over the bridge is over biddy bye bye! The bridge is over the bridge is over hey hey! The bridge is over the bridge is over biddy bye bye! The bridge is over the bridge is over Verse One: You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei Down with the sound called BDP If you want to join the crew well you must see me Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin like they gay Pickin up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say Sayin that hip-hop started out in Queensbridge Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to tell them agaaain Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to te-ell them Manhattan keeps on makin it, Brooklyn keeps on takin it Bronx keeps creatin it, and Queens keeps on fakin it Verse Two: Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, aiy! All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, cause Here's an example of KRS-One, bo! Here's an example of KRS-One They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya But instead of helpin ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin Like Doug E. Fresh said "I tell you now, you ain't nuthin" Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions So easy now man, I me say easy now mon To KRS-One you know dem can't understand Me movin over there and then me movin over here This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl? Don't know you know that he's out of touch What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan? On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks You'd better change what comes out your speaker You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped You're still tellin lies to me Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny But you're still tellin lies to me |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non-commercial set is now here Brought to you by the will of positve people K-R-S plus One equals Slammin' lyrics and beats unquestionable The peofessional while I guess that you'll Grab the album that rocks most on the market Strong hearted with a target --Bloo-- and the target is hit I shot the lyric then reload the clip --Bloo-- another shell hits the ground Along with the shell my opponents weak crown --Bloo Bloo-- the title comes after What a disaster listen to the laughter Your heart I capture Cause every lecture has tecture If you're wack I say next sir Who's next cause I've got no time for weakness Only the teacher speaks this Dialect, which gains nuff resect Which money can't buy you yet I don't care cause Boogie Down Productions has both The most worldwide coast to coast We didn't do it with the soft commercial sound Try the ghetto cause I refuse to let go You see you don't understand I knew it You got a copy I read from the blueprint Keepin' it on track And never wack Please step back If you speak the weak rap Cause I alone can dis your whole pack or posse Stupid sit there and watch me You can't stop the original with a copy Sloppy very sloppy you slouch Every time I bite you yell ouch Breakout get lost your throat is hoarse You lost cause I'm dope of course --One and Two and Three and Four-- But that comes from years of practice Anti-slackness anti-wackness Throw on the glasses and teach the masses Very simple the question I ask is How many MCs must get stomped Before somebody says Kris has no calm Thousands both here and overseas If you're soft I say please leave Here's the door here's your hat coat and mitt Cause here we read from the blueprint |
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from KRS-One - D.I.G.I.T.A.L. (2003)
Be strong, be strong
[Intro: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must tell these devils, word, {*HA! HA!*} You got to tell a devil {*HUH*}, then tell a devil {*HA!*} Got.. word.. what, {*HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, huh huh {*HA!*} Be strong! {*HA! HA!*} Word Stand on the rock (.. stand up on the rock ..) [Verse One: KRS-One] When the devil got your soul, and you ain't got control You know you Born Again, but you feel like you old You put your mind on Christ, or put your mind on Kris For everlasting life, you must listen to this Now you could get with this, or you can get with that I think you'll go with this, yo Christians where you at? Oh yes it's KRS, with Church of the Harvest With Clarence {?}, hip-hop's winning evangelist And then there's Hezekiah, his fire brings the fire He's takin it higher, tell 'em {THE DEVIL IS A LIAR} I know, you thinkin bout that Y2K And I see, this fear that makes you lose your way But we got, somethin that is bigger than Benz And we stand, upon the rock that cannot break Through millineiums, don't you think we been here before? Through millineiums, God has always opened the door Word! [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, word up {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Word {*HUH*} {*HA!*} {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} [Interlude] (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Be strong! Word (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Endure! Endure! [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo, if all you got is money and the little things you wear You worry bout your car note, you worry bout your hair Then you ain't got no faith, and you must live in fear Now listen to me people, and listen to me clear So like I was just sayin, I think it's time for prayin Don't put your trust in Satan, it's Christ you put your faith in You minimize your hatin, and stop your hesitatin It's faith that keeps you movin, so do not be mistaken [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You got to tell the devil {*HUH*} UHH tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, tell that devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} wo-word You must tell the devil {*HUH*} uhh {*HA!*} uh-huh, yo {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Yo [Verse Three: KRS-One] Now you listen to these lyrics, they speak into your spirit You shiver when you hear it, but some just cannot bear it But when you get up near it, there's no need that you fear it It's KRS O-N-E you know me hip-hop be spirit So you tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA Tell that devil HUH, tell that devil HA You must tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA! Get out of my life, change your life, word [Outro] (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. STAND UP ON THE ROCK! ..) |
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from 부비부비 클럽힙합 2집: Nonstop Remix [remix] (2007)
Be strong, be strong
[Intro: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must tell these devils, word, {*HA! HA!*} You got to tell a devil {*HUH*}, then tell a devil {*HA!*} Got.. word.. what, {*HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, huh huh {*HA!*} Be strong! {*HA! HA!*} Word Stand on the rock (.. stand up on the rock ..) [Verse One: KRS-One] When the devil got your soul, and you ain't got control You know you Born Again, but you feel like you old You put your mind on Christ, or put your mind on Kris For everlasting life, you must listen to this Now you could get with this, or you can get with that I think you'll go with this, yo Christians where you at? Oh yes it's KRS, with Church of the Harvest With Clarence {?}, hip-hop's winning evangelist And then there's Hezekiah, his fire brings the fire He's takin it higher, tell 'em {THE DEVIL IS A LIAR} I know, you thinkin bout that Y2K And I see, this fear that makes you lose your way But we got, somethin that is bigger than Benz And we stand, upon the rock that cannot break Through millineiums, don't you think we been here before? Through millineiums, God has always opened the door Word! [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, word up {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Word {*HUH*} {*HA!*} {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} [Interlude] (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Be strong! Word (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Endure! Endure! [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo, if all you got is money and the little things you wear You worry bout your car note, you worry bout your hair Then you ain't got no faith, and you must live in fear Now listen to me people, and listen to me clear So like I was just sayin, I think it's time for prayin Don't put your trust in Satan, it's Christ you put your faith in You minimize your hatin, and stop your hesitatin It's faith that keeps you movin, so do not be mistaken [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You got to tell the devil {*HUH*} UHH tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, tell that devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} wo-word You must tell the devil {*HUH*} uhh {*HA!*} uh-huh, yo {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Yo [Verse Three: KRS-One] Now you listen to these lyrics, they speak into your spirit You shiver when you hear it, but some just cannot bear it But when you get up near it, there's no need that you fear it It's KRS O-N-E you know me hip-hop be spirit So you tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA Tell that devil HUH, tell that devil HA You must tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA! Get out of my life, change your life, word [Outro] (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. STAND UP ON THE ROCK! ..) |
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from 부비부비 클럽힙합 2집: Nonstop Remix [remix] (2007)
Be strong, be strong
[Intro: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must tell these devils, word, {*HA! HA!*} You got to tell a devil {*HUH*}, then tell a devil {*HA!*} Got.. word.. what, {*HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, huh huh {*HA!*} Be strong! {*HA! HA!*} Word Stand on the rock (.. stand up on the rock ..) [Verse One: KRS-One] When the devil got your soul, and you ain't got control You know you Born Again, but you feel like you old You put your mind on Christ, or put your mind on Kris For everlasting life, you must listen to this Now you could get with this, or you can get with that I think you'll go with this, yo Christians where you at? Oh yes it's KRS, with Church of the Harvest With Clarence {?}, hip-hop's winning evangelist And then there's Hezekiah, his fire brings the fire He's takin it higher, tell 'em {THE DEVIL IS A LIAR} I know, you thinkin bout that Y2K And I see, this fear that makes you lose your way But we got, somethin that is bigger than Benz And we stand, upon the rock that cannot break Through millineiums, don't you think we been here before? Through millineiums, God has always opened the door Word! [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, word up {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Word {*HUH*} {*HA!*} {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} [Interlude] (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Be strong! Word (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Endure! Endure! [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo, if all you got is money and the little things you wear You worry bout your car note, you worry bout your hair Then you ain't got no faith, and you must live in fear Now listen to me people, and listen to me clear So like I was just sayin, I think it's time for prayin Don't put your trust in Satan, it's Christ you put your faith in You minimize your hatin, and stop your hesitatin It's faith that keeps you movin, so do not be mistaken [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You got to tell the devil {*HUH*} UHH tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, tell that devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} wo-word You must tell the devil {*HUH*} uhh {*HA!*} uh-huh, yo {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Yo [Verse Three: KRS-One] Now you listen to these lyrics, they speak into your spirit You shiver when you hear it, but some just cannot bear it But when you get up near it, there's no need that you fear it It's KRS O-N-E you know me hip-hop be spirit So you tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA Tell that devil HUH, tell that devil HA You must tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA! Get out of my life, change your life, word [Outro] (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. STAND UP ON THE ROCK! ..) |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
[KRS-One] Yeah, all my fathers
[Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uh.. uh, word [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin [KRS-One] Uh.. hold your head up! [Tekitha] Survivin, survivin [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [Verse One: uncredited - possibly Shuman] Yo, time to do what we gotta do These days, livin ain't true, but I ain't mad at you I don't got time for the stress and the nonsense So I try to stay blessed, but it's all tense When I awake, feel the sun on my right side It make me wanna grab a gun and change my lifestyle But it only goes so far, so live it up Or realize what you know star, and give it up Or either switch it up, gotta keep reppin on And lookin out for our kids, like the rest of (?) Now I know how it is, and what you're handin me So I can calculate the right moves for my family, yo [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Keep on! [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin [KRS-One] C'mon, c'mon! [Tekitha] Survivin, survivin [KRS-One] C'mon, that's right [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin [KRS-One] Word up! [Tekitha] Survivin, survivin [Verse Two: KRS-One] C'mon, let's do this When it comes to the cash, we ain't equal Rich man, poor man, poverty defeats you Where my people? Yo, Kris see you There's only one of you, that's why you gotta be you Them others be see-through, flashin and flossin Me I'm with Inebriated Beats in Boston Strivin, survivin, we get cash often But do you really know what daycare be costin? All my fathers, all my mothers All my sisters, all my brothers Hold your head up and teach them younger cats It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at! [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [Verse Three: uncredited - possibly Priest] Now see I'm livin just to die without most any reason So I keep on chasin paper 'til it's time to go But should I really go for mine and put the clip all in the 9 Or stay at the 9 to 5 a day I just don't know But a brother got a daughter I gotta support her Caught up in the system inside a order, man I can't afford a kitted Escalade, or bling bling And so I gotta keep survivin, is the song that I keep singin I try to keep my head off the floor, the country's goin to war While Bush is givin dough to NASA and ain't feedin the poor But I keep love over these beats, these beats keep me alive Alive, I got to stay the Priest, I will survive y'all [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uh, word [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [KRS-One] C'mon, c'mon.. SURVIVIN [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uhh! Keep your head up, word! [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [KRS-One] C'mon, uhh.. SURVIVIN [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uh [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [KRS-One] Word! Uh-huh [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion [KRS-One] Uh.. ALL MY FATHERS [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [KRS-One] Word! [KRS-One] Sadat X, is down wit us Stud Doogie, is down wit us Lord Jamar, down wit us Alamo, you down wit us Grand Puba, down wit us Brand Nubian, down wit us Shuman, you down wit us Yo Priest, you down wit us Marlo, you down wit us Choco, you down wit us Vangod(?), you down wit us Desmond Terrow(?), you down wit us Cliff Cultrary(?), you down wit us Yo Tekitha, you down wit us Aiyyo RZA, you down wit us The whole Wu-Tang, is down wit us Makin funky music is a must! Makin funky music is a must! {*sampled: "One For All.. All.. All.." repeats to fade*} |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
[Phone ringing]
Scott: Yo, Kris. I really knocked the boots on those two big-butt females last night. Kris: Jeeez! Scott: Yeah, man. I'm on my way down to Latin Quarter to find two more freaks... Kris: Word... [Super Sperm] Chorus: repeat 2X Scott LaRock had em all He is the Super Hoe [Super Sperm] Verse One: KRS-One Scott LaRock is for now the main topic Not looking at his cuts or cash flow of the pocket You may not realize it or you may not know But, uh... (He is the Super Hoe) When I say super I'm not exaggeratin Datin for a guy like Scott turns into matin He seems to be quiet but I don't buy it Proof is in the puddin, why don't you just try it The Super Hoe is loose in your section And he's armed with a powerful erection So grab your girl and run for protection Your momma too, cause I like to mention Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Two: KRS-One Whatever you could do or say inside a bed Scott LaRock has done and most likely said He doesn't argue with a girl cause yes, he has others Keep updated on all kind of rubbers Got ones that are lambskin, others that are plastic One day he'll open a school for prophylactics They don't know... (He is the Super Hoe) Up in Rochester on DKX WDKX, now DK-Sex We were bein interviewed there live on air Every girl in the city Scott had an affair KM in the AM had asked his last question But Scott LaRock said "Wait, I gotta mention The fact that I'm single, I like to mingle" And one more time bust the fresh jingle Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Three: KRS-One In the field of music I'll always pass by Girls that claim to act so fly They always act like it's all about them or their friends But according to Scott, they all like to bend Yes, fly girls, shy girls, black girls, white girls In eighty-seven it's got to be the right girl If you claim to have a little problem Well, Scott LaRock knows just how to solve em If you're a guy a nine'll do the trick But if you're a girl, you need some... flowers I admit Scott has strange powers Enticing girls in less than an hour Or should I say minutes? I seen how he did it He probably says "I'm Scott LaRock" and she's with it So whether he's a gigolo, tramp, or pro... (He is the Super Hoe) Now many people have their ways of expressin what they do best, for Scott it's undressin Yes, either a girl or some date for the night He doesn't want to hear that you're too tight So do not think that Scott LaRock is mean It's not his fault, he'll give you Vaseline The Super Hoe is loose in your area Makin life for girls a little scarier So if you got a radio tryin to tape this Do not keep in mind that he is a rapist For the Super Hoe to be chillin Another female out there has to be willin So all you tramps and hoes raise your hand Cos Super Hoe Scott LaRock understands If you're a guy we'll talk about hangin And if you're a girl he'll talk about bangin If your moms call up, well, I don't know But uh... (He is the Super Hoe) Chorus [Super Sperm] 8X Chorus 3X [Super sperm] |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
[Phone ringing]
Scott: Yo, Kris. I really knocked the boots on those two big-butt females last night. Kris: Jeeez! Scott: Yeah, man. I'm on my way down to Latin Quarter to find two more freaks... Kris: Word... [Super Sperm] Chorus: repeat 2X Scott LaRock had em all He is the Super Hoe [Super Sperm] Verse One: KRS-One Scott LaRock is for now the main topic Not looking at his cuts or cash flow of the pocket You may not realize it or you may not know But, uh... (He is the Super Hoe) When I say super I'm not exaggeratin Datin for a guy like Scott turns into matin He seems to be quiet but I don't buy it Proof is in the puddin, why don't you just try it The Super Hoe is loose in your section And he's armed with a powerful erection So grab your girl and run for protection Your momma too, cause I like to mention Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Two: KRS-One Whatever you could do or say inside a bed Scott LaRock has done and most likely said He doesn't argue with a girl cause yes, he has others Keep updated on all kind of rubbers Got ones that are lambskin, others that are plastic One day he'll open a school for prophylactics They don't know... (He is the Super Hoe) Up in Rochester on DKX WDKX, now DK-Sex We were bein interviewed there live on air Every girl in the city Scott had an affair KM in the AM had asked his last question But Scott LaRock said 'Wait, I gotta mention The fact that I'm single, I like to mingle' And one more time bust the fresh jingle Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Three: KRS-One In the field of music I'll always pass by Girls that claim to act so fly They always act like it's all about them or their friends But according to Scott, they all like to bend Yes, fly girls, shy girls, black girls, white girls In eighty-seven it's got to be the right girl If you claim to have a little problem Well, Scott LaRock knows just how to solve em If you're a guy a nine'll do the trick But if you're a girl, you need some... flowers I admit Scott has strange powers Enticing girls in less than an hour Or should I say minutes? I seen how he did it He probably says 'I'm Scott LaRock' and she's with it So whether he's a gigolo, tramp, or pro... (He is the Super Hoe) Now many people have their ways of expressin what they do best, for Scott it's undressin Yes, either a girl or some date for the night He doesn't want to hear that you're too tight So do not think that Scott LaRock is mean It's not his fault, he'll give you Vaseline The Super Hoe is loose in your area Makin life for girls a little scarier So if you got a radio tryin to tape this Do not keep in mind that he is a rapist For the Super Hoe to be chillin Another female out there has to be willin So all you tramps and hoes raise your hand Cos Super Hoe Scott LaRock understands If you're a guy we'll talk about hangin And if you're a girl he'll talk about bangin If your moms call up, well, I don't know But uh... (He is the Super Hoe) Chorus [Super Sperm] 8X Chorus 3X [Super sperm] |
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from KRS-One - Maximum Strength 2008 (2008)
[Intro: sped up vocal sample]
Tonight's a special night So remember with pride, these 20 happy years [KRS-One:] I can't leave my b-boys alone I can't leave my b-girls alone Let's turn this house right into a home C'mon y'all let's get into the zone Vibrate or mute or cellular phone In here they might already be on roam Minds are blown, I'm showin You ain't gotta go major you can do it alone As I look back on all the years, all the tears All my peers, in fear I hear, insecurity, the need for clout Low self-esteem and self doubt KRS lays out a whole different route And shows you what hip-hop is really all about Then we on the route, release self doubt And sing with the feds when the fear is out now Clear 'em out now, from the bottom to the tip-top Take the vow, I am hip-hop And recreate yourself, love don't hate yourself Do not deny or lie or fake yourself You can make yourself, reawake yourself You can mold remodel and reshape yourself You gotta take yourself more seriously Create yourself to what you really can be~! Yo the villain is free, look at me, I do what I do I am hip-hop and so are you Yo we almost through, but before we go I wanna invite y'all all, to every show Where the b-boys and girls are kept on their toes Like the Rocksteady Crew tribute with Fat Joe So now you know, if you got what it takes No doubt, show 'em what you really all about! [KRS-One:] Yo, now that that is out of the way Let me continue what I came to say Breakers, writers, emcees and DJ's Beatboxers too we've come a long way Come to the Temple of Hip-Hop today Our hip-hop week is every third week of May Hip-Hop appreciation we remember Hip-Hop history, that's in November Peace, love, unity, that's the agenda When I'm on the mic that's just what I send ya We at the end sir, so what's the answer Hip-Hop can be more than MC's and dancers It's time to expand your Awareness, consciousness, enhance your Living, tell me, what are you playing for What are you staying for, what are you giving? I will demand your respect, with two MC's Two b-boys, two DJ's on set Two hour shows you bet! We get authentically hip-hop as hip-hop can get Independent, free from debt 2005 you ain't seen nuttin yet Some like it dry, some like it wet Some like to give, some like to get Some like a good soundset You a b-boy and you ain't been out to the Bronx yet? No, yes, maybe, someday Whatever, we bring it to you Sunday to Sunday Workin for peace love unity and fun day Just a little somethin to balance off gunplay So now for the break if you got what it takes No doubt, show 'em what you all about! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Worldwide BDP are the freshest!
Worldwide! Worldwide! Worldwide! One two three, the crew is called BDP and if you want to go to the tip top stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen as my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what's going on someone's doing wrong, the story goes on Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated the drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books social studies when I speak upon political crooks It's just the presidents, and all the money they spent all the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle then they get upset when the press blows the whistle Of course the main profiles are kept low you temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled Not only newspapers, but every single station you only get to hear the president is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say 'go back' to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran but how many veterans are out there pedaling? There's no telling, 'cause they continue selling As quiet as it's kept, I won't go into depth You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya. Now I take a look, I say 'USA for Africa?!' Huh. What's the solution, to stop all this confusion? Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you're using Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation we fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation BDP posse! I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O This might sound a little strange to you well here's the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence Cause real bad boys move in silence When you're in a club, you come to chill out not watch someones blood just spill out That's what these other people want to see another race fight endlessly You know we're being watched, you know we're being seen Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop But I won't drop not I or Scott LaRock Now here is the message that we bring today: hip-hop will surely decay if we as a people don't stand up and say: 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O BDP and me we step into the party top celebrity Say when we're coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee Cause that's where we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plain Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train Some people look at me and see negativity some people look at me and see positivity But when I see myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid One two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Worldwide BDP are the freshest!
Worldwide! Worldwide! Worldwide! One two three, the crew is called BDP and if you want to go to the tip top stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen as my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what's going on someone's doing wrong, the story goes on Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated the drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books social studies when I speak upon political crooks It's just the presidents, and all the money they spent all the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle then they get upset when the press blows the whistle Of course the main profiles are kept low you temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled Not only newspapers, but every single station you only get to hear the president is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say 'go back' to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran but how many veterans are out there pedaling? There's no telling, 'cause they continue selling As quiet as it's kept, I won't go into depth You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya. Now I take a look, I say 'USA for Africa?!' Huh. What's the solution, to stop all this confusion? Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you're using Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation we fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation BDP posse! I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O This might sound a little strange to you well here's the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence Cause real bad boys move in silence When you're in a club, you come to chill out not watch someones blood just spill out That's what these other people want to see another race fight endlessly You know we're being watched, you know we're being seen Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop But I won't drop not I or Scott LaRock Now here is the message that we bring today: hip-hop will surely decay if we as a people don't stand up and say: 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O BDP and me we step into the party top celebrity Say when we're coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee Cause that's where we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plain Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train Some people look at me and see negativity some people look at me and see positivity But when I see myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid One two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O |
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from KRS-One - Keep Right (2004)
{"Stop scheming!" - Milk Dee}
{"What more can I say?" - Milk Dee"} {"Stop scheming!"} [repeat 4X] {"What more can I say? - Stop scheming!"} {"Stop scheming!"} {"Stop scheming!"} {"What more can I say?"} {"What more can I say?"} {"Stop scheming!"} [KRS-One] Yo I'm, I'm here to see a friend He came here last night about 12:10 The charge? Well he killed his girlfriend Huh? Fill this out - yo you got a pen? What time did I come in? Yes, yeah I'll follow you Oh there he go - yo whassup? Man you went OUT yo! Tchk, yo how you shruggin your shoulders? You lookin at double life here soldier! [Joe - singing #1] Tell me what was on your mind You should've thought a second time Now you gotta leave your dreams behind For life.. {"What more can I say? - Stop scheming!"} [KRS-One] See that's what I'm sayin, you gots to change your attitude G Listen to me, the judge seein your case is a thirty-three degree Maybe you can find your pops, a thirty-three degree And see if you can be free by no later than three Yo why you lookin at me like that? What'chu mean it's whack? You got a six figure bail and not a dime in the sack See I told you, one day you'd caught her last time creepin You shoulda just let her go but you couldn't stop schemin [repeat 2X: Joe - singing #2] Shoulda just walked away, walked away Walked away.. Now they got you locked away, locked away Locked away.. {"What more can I say?"} {"Stop scheming!"} [Joe] Whoa-ohhhh! [KRS-One] Nah nah, na nah nah nah yo listen man you ever heard of the fact that you get one time for premeditated murder? Um, don't argue man just yesterday y'all were kissin and huggin What you lost your temper or somethin? Huh? Yeah well killin a lady WORSE You should always think FIRST! Yo I'ma try to.. tchk here comes the C.O. Yo whassup Thompson? Yo I'll say whassup to your P.O. [Joe singing #1] [Joe singing #2] - 1/2 {"What more can I say? - Stop scheming!"} |
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from KRS-One - Return Of The Boom Bap (2000)
Bo! Boom bye bye hip hop will never die Despite the fact that I'm fly I'm never dry You could beat me cheat me when you meet me try to defeat me But nevertheless you'll have stress cause I don't rest You wanna know what my problem is if you're curious?? I take this hip hop shit too serious!! I forget that other rappers ain't true to this So when they grab the mic I get hyped like LET'S DO THIS!! All my rhymes are fat, while rappers are skimpy, wimpy So I simply chew they crew like a Blimpie Skip me when you dissin, skip me when you on a ego mission.. I blow up, like nitroglycerin! You better tune in to Teddy Ted "Yo stop frontin', and use your head" [KRS-One] Well if you ain't called it hip-hop, there's a door, I ain't stoppin I got more flavors than Baskin Robbins! I flash the funky fresh flavors force-fully Freak the phonies and flip philosophy constantly (true!) That reminds me, rappers rock drip-drop Not hip-hop, they wanna SING and all dem ting Thank God KRS is still rappin; all that "ooh I love you baby" and "blink blink blink" - this ain't happenin [Kid Capri] Yo this is curtains for these rappers that be frontin on the next man Lookin down at brothers just because they gettin checks and haven't got a skill but they're LARGE on the hum-bum You wanna step to Kid Capri, COME COME COME!! I break em up, just for actin like a superstar Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too And rip you open and drink your blood like a Mountain Dew [KRS-One] I descend to lend a friend a helping hand to stop a trend, again and again and again, I just can't say when I beg to confess my sins to other men Reverands guard lips, within there I'll begin I'll always win, over-sakin The party is ripped, without a hit or with a hit I'm rippin shit You must admit, I'll never quit the lyrics I flip I'm tough like licorice, battlin Kid Capri? It's ridiculous We come to the party inconspicuous |
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from KRS-One - Keep Right (2004)
(feat. Akbar, An Ion, Illin' P, L da Headtoucha, ...)
[KRS-One:] It don't stop, word It don't stop, we still spittin! Word Knowledge Reigns Supreme, Over Nearly Everyone When you gon' get it? Aww man Watch how I spit 'em, watch how I hit 'em Inebriated rhythm, we get up all in 'em KRS you gotta get him, we the best we always win 'em Them cats won't admit I'm in the club rippin they shit I'm raw when I'm on tour you better be sure when you get 'em 'Til you hit the floor and spin 'em, them elements do you live 'em? Or are you just usin 'em, confusin 'em and killin them Your touring is boring, your minimum ain't fulfillin them So let's start drillin 'em, why we ain't feelin them Cause we lookin and lookin and don't see that real in them Cars we be wheelin them, minds we be healin them With books and CD's, believe me we straight dealin them Live in the club them thugs hit the ceiling When they get the feeling KRS-One start delivering So who's up? (Akbar) You live hip-hop? Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got [Akbar:] This whole rap game is a gamble, some MC's can't handle Financial freeze, your record company's at a standstill While I breeze through a sample, and lead by example Find fertile minds and drop seeds by the handful Man you ain't gotta hit me in my head with the anvil I grow wise, I recognize the lies and the scandal Once you sign on that line, your career could depend on These white collar crooks who cook the books like Enron So I took an oath to speak no lie While mad rappers die over beef like E. Coli I guess you thugs won't get the picture until them slugs hit ya I ain't a hater, but sooner or later "Love's Gonna Get 'Cha" And if you don't know that, then you dumb fella And everything I said, went right over your head, like an umbrella So who's up? (L) You live hip-hop? (Damn right) Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got [L Da Headtoucha:] Categorize me with the best clique, rhyme majestic With it I get sick and mo' connected So electric my energy is remembered I'm limitless My mind screamin just against the rhythm, intense is the ism In 'em I long salute the young and hungry to shine Nightmares of lost time haunt taunt me to rhyme Been isolated, waitin years to finally reappear Cheers I made it, all praise due, Inebriated These words are weaponry, huh, mental telepathy Rocks for definite, reppin it, 'til the death of me Pain left in me runs deep, and leaks through the speakers In Jeeps and tape decks, then connects to your peeps We keep it, thorough borough to borough, city to ghetto Rock like, heavy mental on the, instrumental So who's up? (Illin') You live hip-hop? Get on the mic and give it what you got [Illin' P:] I got five on it, you want it, flaunt it without hazzy Dues paid check the rezzy, the black film be That of a blunt's ash, past he of the spectacular cash To get after master {?} atlas I rep even when I be fingerin them, get it, probably not Probably thought I meant that snitch talk Starvin your brain, I never come with the simple and plain To get at these thoughts, get on the train-er I'ma af'ta learn ya bwoy, ya not fi come wit de sum'n Microphone check one, no frontin You niggaz is mimin your rhymes cause y'all ain't sayin nuttin Some of dem soft, me foot bak I'm 'pon de mic {?} +Good Will+ stay +'untin+ Fear new day mon, un if ye wake up Industry feel de shake up Married to the ghetto you niggaz forget, break up Ahh so who live hip-hop Upon de hip, me ride the Soul Train ock [Supastition:] Yo I'm not to be confused with these popular new names I been paid my dues I'm at the top of the food chain And I should get an award for slept on peeps So this beat'll be perfect for my acceptance speech Forever loved in your city, thanks to rap My album's a continuous seller like fitted Yankee caps I'm like a demon, crossbred with a ragin bull I'm from the South but I relate more to "Paid in Full" So focused on my grind, I'm potent when I rhyme Tell niggaz close your fuckin mouth and open up your mind It takes more than a few weeks to learn I make sure rappers and microphones ain't on speakin terms As far as you concerned, I'm losin my temper and patience Nobody takes shit serious like an impotent rapist So who's up? (An Ion) You live hip-hop? (True dat, true dat) Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got [An Ion:] I'm aggressive, progressive, words young ticker be vital Rip the game and the name to reclaim any taken title Directly hand out stares to the needle as it rotates An agent to decrepit from rigormortis in flow eighths Not even for a minute can you rap Let down by the sound that drowns the clowns even dare to step Don't ride the rhythm, I order you to jock Your claim to fame was holdin down but you can't hold cock Damn right we can fight, I stay with grudge With no prior budge from the previous And when is it that fourth'll crack cranium, kids come in the picture Knowin that asshole and Ion and you ain't the perfect mixture Like Alice, diners become the impeccable haven That any enter my zone must be stripped down and shaven I stand before you as a fiendish critter Creatin causin collision with a pen Written that hatred of spaced-out squashed men like it was a sin The only job payin me enough to snuff the rough Should have never planned the plan to make you perish Leavin your fan and your uncle and son with somethin he can cherish |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
I'ma make you dance And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X) Don't stop KRS-One Puff Daddy Bad Boy remix Hit me baby Verse One: Puff Daddy, KRS-One Hear the sound of my money machine See the 600 Benz see the chrome rims gleam See the teacher KRS and the Puff Daddy See the young black and famous Rich like Matty With the power and the knowledge at our fingertips With a style make the ladies wanna lick they lips, shake they hips Shake they rumps, bass thump Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer From the Boogie Down to the Himilayas I'm Comentating (say what?) illustrating (yeah) Descriptions given, adjective expert (I hear you) Let's work, til your neck hurt (oooh) Like Bedwork I Rock Steady, you ain't really ready for the teacher, just when you thought you had me licked I come equipped with another hit, oh shit! (I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you) Chorus: And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Verse Two: Puff Daddy Politic with the teacher (c'mon) as the hits reach ya Puff Daddy and KRS-One, double feature (that's right) Uptown diplomats, watch chips get stacked So-and-so, this and that (uhh) Just 'Show me the money!' Ain't nuttin funny (uh-huh) Have you stuck on stupid broke feelin crummy (ahah) Ain't no time for Girl 6 Cause I got a ten, holdin my stack of big Benz Correographer causin your funky dope maneuver (say what?) Bad Boy represent, keep it sewer Killin You Softly wit my song Call from the heist, I know y'all better think twice (what?) about the still number one (uh-huh) South South Bronx (say what?) At the Latin Quarter, dancin witcha daughter (ooh!) You can't handle me, I keep it tight With my Bad Boy family, that's right Chorus: And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Verse Three: KRS-One Uhh, uhh, South Bronx You sitin and you wonderin, how we keep it comin in KRS and Puff again to push it, and shove it in (that's right) The neighborhood be buggin when we we comin in, rulin (With more Wildcats than Rick Pitino, I mean yo) Just Coolin', like Levert, I do work They love me, thick with G. Simone, Puffy Young black and educated, that's how we made it (oh yeah) Study and bring the money in, you can't fade it This scholar, gets the dollars While these other scholars just holler (remix) With no dinero, your zero (remix) You think I care what you whisper You got the wrong picture (remix) I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner (haha) The 1997 winner, of your respect High tech, you get the album or cassette (that's right) And don't forget, while you listenin, skills I flaunt it That Boogie Down Bronx shit, we on it [Puffy] Scott LaRock rest in peace, Biggie Smalls rest in peace Step into a world We love y'all, always and forever, and we won't stop Where there's no one left Cause we can't stop, and we won't stop Where the very best BDP, Bad Boy No MC can test Cause we can't stop, and we won't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test (repeat last refrain to fade) Rock on, Bad Boy, remix, for eternity baby, BDP rock on rock on... |
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from KRS-One - I Got Next (1997)
I'ma make you dance And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X) Don't stop KRS-One Puff Daddy Bad Boy remix Hit me baby Verse One: Puff Daddy, KRS-One Hear the sound of my money machine See the 600 Benz see the chrome rims gleam See the teacher KRS and the Puff Daddy See the young black and famous Rich like Matty With the power and the knowledge at our fingertips With a style make the ladies wanna lick they lips, shake they hips Shake they rumps, bass thump Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer From the Boogie Down to the Himilayas I'm Comentating (say what?) illustrating (yeah) Descriptions given, adjective expert (I hear you) Let's work, til your neck hurt (oooh) Like Bedwork I Rock Steady, you ain't really ready for the teacher, just when you thought you had me licked I come equipped with another hit, oh shit! (I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you) Chorus: And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Verse Two: Puff Daddy Politic with the teacher (c'mon) as the hits reach ya Puff Daddy and KRS-One, double feature (that's right) Uptown diplomats, watch chips get stacked So-and-so, this and that (uhh) Just 'Show me the money!' Ain't nuttin funny (uh-huh) Have you stuck on stupid broke feelin crummy (ahah) Ain't no time for Girl 6 Cause I got a ten, holdin my stack of big Benz Correographer causin your funky dope maneuver (say what?) Bad Boy represent, keep it sewer Killin You Softly wit my song Call from the heist, I know y'all better think twice (what?) about the still number one (uh-huh) South South Bronx (say what?) At the Latin Quarter, dancin witcha daughter (ooh!) You can't handle me, I keep it tight With my Bad Boy family, that's right Chorus: And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Verse Three: KRS-One Uhh, uhh, South Bronx You sitin and you wonderin, how we keep it comin in KRS and Puff again to push it, and shove it in (that's right) The neighborhood be buggin when we we comin in, rulin (With more Wildcats than Rick Pitino, I mean yo) Just Coolin', like Levert, I do work They love me, thick with G. Simone, Puffy Young black and educated, that's how we made it (oh yeah) Study and bring the money in, you can't fade it This scholar, gets the dollars While these other scholars just holler (remix) With no dinero, your zero (remix) You think I care what you whisper You got the wrong picture (remix) I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner (haha) The 1997 winner, of your respect High tech, you get the album or cassette (that's right) And don't forget, while you listenin, skills I flaunt it That Boogie Down Bronx shit, we on it [Puffy] Scott LaRock rest in peace, Biggie Smalls rest in peace Step into a world We love y'all, always and forever, and we won't stop Where there's no one left Cause we can't stop, and we won't stop Where the very best BDP, Bad Boy No MC can test Cause we can't stop, and we won't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test (repeat last refrain to fade) Rock on, Bad Boy, remix, for eternity baby, BDP rock on rock on... |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
I'ma make you dance And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X) Don't stop KRS-One Puff Daddy Bad Boy remix Hit me baby Verse One: Puff Daddy, KRS-One Hear the sound of my money machine See the 600 Benz see the chrome rims gleam See the teacher KRS and the Puff Daddy See the young black and famous Rich like Matty With the power and the knowledge at our fingertips With a style make the ladies wanna lick they lips, shake they hips Shake they rumps, bass thump Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer From the Boogie Down to the Himilayas I'm Comentating (say what?) illustrating (yeah) Descriptions given, adjective expert (I hear you) Let's work, til your neck hurt (oooh) Like Bedwork I Rock Steady, you ain't really ready for the teacher, just when you thought you had me licked I come equipped with another hit, oh shit! (I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you) Chorus: And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Verse Two: Puff Daddy Politic with the teacher (c'mon) as the hits reach ya Puff Daddy and KRS-One, double feature (that's right) Uptown diplomats, watch chips get stacked So-and-so, this and that (uhh) Just 'Show me the money!' Ain't nuttin funny (uh-huh) Have you stuck on stupid broke feelin crummy (ahah) Ain't no time for Girl 6 Cause I got a ten, holdin my stack of big Benz Correographer causin your funky dope maneuver (say what?) Bad Boy represent, keep it sewer Killin You Softly wit my song Call from the heist, I know y'all better think twice (what?) about the still number one (uh-huh) South South Bronx (say what?) At the Latin Quarter, dancin witcha daughter (ooh!) You can't handle me, I keep it tight With my Bad Boy family, that's right Chorus: And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test Verse Three: KRS-One Uhh, uhh, South Bronx You sitin and you wonderin, how we keep it comin in KRS and Puff again to push it, and shove it in (that's right) The neighborhood be buggin when we we comin in, rulin (With more Wildcats than Rick Pitino, I mean yo) Just Coolin', like Levert, I do work They love me, thick with G. Simone, Puffy Young black and educated, that's how we made it (oh yeah) Study and bring the money in, you can't fade it This scholar, gets the dollars While these other scholars just holler (remix) With no dinero, your zero (remix) You think I care what you whisper You got the wrong picture (remix) I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner (haha) The 1997 winner, of your respect High tech, you get the album or cassette (that's right) And don't forget, while you listenin, skills I flaunt it That Boogie Down Bronx shit, we on it [Puffy] Scott LaRock rest in peace, Biggie Smalls rest in peace Step into a world We love y'all, always and forever, and we won't stop Where there's no one left Cause we can't stop, and we won't stop Where the very best BDP, Bad Boy No MC can test Cause we can't stop, and we won't stop (repeat 4X) Step into a world, where there's no one left But the very best, no MC can test (repeat last refrain to fade) Rock on, Bad Boy, remix, for eternity baby, BDP rock on rock on... |
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from KRS-One - Krs-One (1995)
Hah, respect!
All crew, all massive, everywhere in the world You practice the art of hip-hop This goes out to every boy and every girl Give me relief! I sing! Give me relief! Squash all beef! Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing! Give me relief! Squash all beef! Don't let these arguments destroy us! Check it All beef can be squashed if you want it But instead of forgiveness, ego you flaunt it Everybody gets into two or three quarrels Leadin to a squabble, someone will die tomorrow Life is not a thing you can borrow All beefs don't have to lead to sorrow will ya, go out tomorrow I think, you should think about the beef you got And confront your enemy before it gets too hot Never feel ashamed, to say, "Yo G I'm sorry I apologize," the object is to stay alive |
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from KRS-One - The Mix Tape (2005)
Word up! It's just a little somethin to tide you over, word up
The "KRStyle" album comin soon, KRS-One all in the room We gonna bounce these cats this year, word up Why they do this? Ha yo, yo I climb up the back of rappers Reach over they head, and rap backwards at 'em Excuse me madam, I used to throw these Uzi's at 'em But I'm a teacher, skills I truly have 'em These clubs I duly pack 'em Potential lawyers engineers and doctors, I do attract 'em Go to your professors and ask 'em If the songs of the "Edutainment" in college they didn't blast 'em Yes I'm that ancient one I set the framework for today's rappers to make they funds But no you don't know me son My facial features matches the Sphinx with it's nose redone You know how many clubs we done rocked? You know how many guns we done popped? You know how many funds we done dropped? You know how many ones we done got? We been gettin live since the days of Chubb Rock We know how to survivethese other cats Be in at nine o'clock then be out at five, uhh We doin the overtime, on stage I over-rhyme Makin these whack rappers tow the line Steppin to me, I know you blindcause your whole flow Your show, your style, you know it's all mine The first time you learned to spit It was either me, Kane, Rakim or Slick Rick Welcome to the "KRStyle" This year I had to switch styles and bust off two miss-lies And that's not all, rappers have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall but still in all I have X amount of lyrics to get 'em all Live at the club I spit 'em all Rappers backstage lookin sad and pitiful Cause they know I'm the pinnacle and they mini-mal I spit the metaphysical, the spiritual The oracle, the lyrical, the oratorical Rookie! I'll mop the floor witcho' I'm the lyrical foundation to all your flows All your clothes, all your shows and I'm not alone You wouldn't even know how to hold the mic or the phone You couldn't even bite on the bone While we was rockin mics out in Rome Now you hyped cause you grown? You know we internationally known, the people love it But what they learnin bout is on the whole, look above it But let us get back to what we call hip-hop Before you whack rappers went pop |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Scott La Rock: Yo, wassup Blastmaster KRS-ONE. This jam is kickin'
KRS: Word! Yo, what-up D-Nice? D-Nice: Yo, wassup Scott La Rock? SLR: Yo man, we chillin' this funky fresh jam. I wanna tell you a little somethin' about us. We're the Boogie Down Productions crew and due to the fact that no-one else out there knew what time it was, we have to tell you a little story about where we come from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specialized in music I'll only use this type of style when I choose it Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attacks Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in Queensbridge If you popped that junk up in the Bronx you might not live Cause you're in... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) I came with Scott LaRock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earn, well it's well deserved, but without a crown, see, I still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With CoQue LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam Beat boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said 'Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day Beat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway' They tried again outside in Cedar Park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what I'm talkin about Remember Bronx River rollin thick With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix When Afrika Islam was rockin the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash Patterson and Millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady takin out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was seventy-six, to 1980 The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go... So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own Scott LaRock And he's from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (8X) The human TR-808, D-Nice The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock Boogie...Down...Productions Fresh for '86, suckers! (Ha ha ha ha ha) |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Scott La Rock: Yo, wassup Blastmaster KRS-ONE. This jam is kickin'
KRS: Word! Yo, what-up D-Nice? D-Nice: Yo, wassup Scott La Rock? SLR: Yo man, we chillin' this funky fresh jam. I wanna tell you a little somethin' about us. We're the Boogie Down Productions crew and due to the fact that no-one else out there knew what time it was, we have to tell you a little story about where we come from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specialized in music I'll only use this type of style when I choose it Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attacks Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in Queensbridge If you popped that junk up in the Bronx you might not live Cause you're in... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) I came with Scott LaRock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earn, well it's well deserved, but without a crown, see, I still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With CoQue LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam Beat boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said "Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day Beat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway" They tried again outside in Cedar Park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what I'm talkin about Remember Bronx River rollin thick With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix When Afrika Islam was rockin the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash Patterson and Millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady takin out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was seventy-six, to 1980 The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go... So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own Scott LaRock And he's from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (8X) The human TR-808, D-Nice The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock Boogie...Down...Productions Fresh for '86, suckers! (Ha ha ha ha ha) |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Scott La Rock: Yo wassup Blastmaster KRS ONE. This jam is kickin' KRS: Word! Yo what up D Nice? D Nice: Yo wassup Scott La Rock? SLR: Yo man we chillin' this funky fresh jam. I wanna tell you a little somethin' about us. We're the Boogie Down Productions crew and due to the fact that no one else out there knew what time it was we have to tell you a little story about where we come from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specialized in music I'll only use this type of style when I choose it Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attacks Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in Queensbridge If you popped that junk up in the Bronx you might not live Cause you're in... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) I came with Scott LaRock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earn, well it's well deserved, but without a crown, see, I still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With CoQue LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam Beat boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said "Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day Beat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway" They tried again outside in Cedar Park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what I'm talkin about Remember Bronx River rollin thick With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix When Afrika Islam was rockin the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash Patterson and Millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady takin out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was seventy-six, to 1980 The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go... So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own Scott LaRock And he's from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (8X) The human TR-808, D-Nice The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock Boogie...Down...Productions Fresh for '86, suckers! (Ha ha ha ha ha) |
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from KRS-One - A Retrospective (2000)
Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast
Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Stand clear Don man a-talk You can't stand where I stand you can't walk where I walk Watch out We run New York Police man come, we bust him out the park I know this for a fact you don't like how I act You claim I'm sellin' crack But you be doin' that I'd rather say see ya Cause I would never be ya Be a officer? You WICKED overseer Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour First show a little respect change your behavior Change your attitude, change your plan There could never really be justice on stolen land Are you really for peace and equality Or when my car is hooked up you know you wanna follow me Your laws are minimal Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal This has got to cease Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Now here's a likkle truth Open up your eye While you're checking out the boom-bap check the exercise Take the word overseer like a sample Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example Overseer Officer Yeah officer from overseer You need a little clarity Check the similarity The overseer rode around the plantation The officer is off patroling all the nation The overseer could stop you what you're doing The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing The overseer had the right to get ill And if you fought back the overseer had the right to kill The officer has the right to arrest And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest They both ride horses After 400 years I've got no choices The police them have a little gun So when I'm on the streets I walk around with a bigger one I hear it all day Just so they can run the light and be upon their way Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Check out the message in a rough stylee The real criminals are the C-O-P You check for undercover and the one PD But just a mere Black man, them want check me Them check out me car for it shine like the sun But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one Black people still slaves up til today But the Black police officer nah see it that way Him want a salary Him want it So he put on a badge and kill people for it My grandfather had to deal with the cops My great-grandfather dealt with the cops My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops And then my great, great, great, great when it's gonna stop Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast |
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from KRS-One - Return Of The Boom Bap (2000)
Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast
Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Stand clear Don man a-talk You can't stand where I stand you can't walk where I walk Watch out We run New York Police man come, we bust him out the park I know this for a fact you don't like how I act You claim I'm sellin' crack But you be doin' that I'd rather say see ya Cause I would never be ya Be a officer? You WICKED overseer Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour First show a little respect change your behavior Change your attitude, change your plan There could never really be justice on stolen land Are you really for peace and equality Or when my car is hooked up you know you wanna follow me Your laws are minimal Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal This has got to cease Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Now here's a likkle truth Open up your eye While you're checking out the boom-bap check the exercise Take the word overseer like a sample Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example Overseer Officer Yeah officer from overseer You need a little clarity Check the similarity The overseer rode around the plantation The officer is off patroling all the nation The overseer could stop you what you're doing The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing The overseer had the right to get ill And if you fought back the overseer had the right to kill The officer has the right to arrest And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest They both ride horses After 400 years I've got no choices The police them have a little gun So when I'm on the streets I walk around with a bigger one I hear it all day Just so they can run the light and be upon their way Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Check out the message in a rough stylee The real criminals are the C-O-P You check for undercover and the one PD But just a mere Black man, them want check me Them check out me car for it shine like the sun But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one Black people still slaves up til today But the Black police officer nah see it that way Him want a salary Him want it So he put on a badge and kill people for it My grandfather had to deal with the cops My great-grandfather dealt with the cops My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops And then my great, great, great, great when it's gonna stop Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast Woop-woop That's the sound of da police Woop-woop That's the sound of the beast |
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from KRS-One - Kristyles (2003)
Oh, do it now, oh, do it now
Yeah, we celebrate diversity in the university Everybody can't be a queen, everybody can't be a ho and a bitch (Ha ha) Everybody can't be a philosopher Some of y'all gotta load up the clip Word up, watch this It goes 1, 2, 3 we the best Knowledge Reigns Supreme, as you can see, or KRS You don't wanna test the team, why get a vest You don't wanna be cursed in a verse, by the blessed KRS with the sound for the eat and the west Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest Somebody gotta be fresh Somebody gotta be wack Somebody gotta be the MC Somebody gotta do the rap Somebody gotta be smart Somebody gotta do that Somebody gotta do art Somebody gotta be black Somebody gotta have heart Somebody gotta be white Somebody gotta do their part Somebody gotta be bright Somebody gotta be up somebody gotta be down Somebody gotta be the teacher Somebody gotta be the clown Somebody gotta be lost Somebody gotta be found Somebody gotta be in the economy making the money go round Somebody gotta be the president Somebody gotta get down Somebody gotta be hesitant Somebody gotta be relevant Somebody gotta be celibate Somebody gotta be having their sex in a lex for the hell of it Somebody gotta be intelligent Somebody gotta be illiterate Somebody gotta go all the way Somebody gotta go a little bit Somebody got to be an idiot Somebody gotta be belligerent Somebody gotta be hip hop 'Cause somebody else is living it Somebody gotta be spitting it Somebody gotta be ignorant Somebody gotta be holy But somebody gotta have sin in it Somebody gotta be losing it Somebody gotta be winning it Somebody gotta be flippin' the style I'm kicking just a little bit Somebody gotta be into it Somebody gotta be out of it Somebody gotta be up for it Somebody gotta be doubtin' it Somebody gotta be running it Somebody gotta be all that Somebody don't even known that Somebody gotta come right here Somebody else gotta go back Somebody gotta be scheming Somebody gotta be a witness Somebody gotta be seeing in the meaning is different Somebody else gotta be somebody For some else to be somebody Somebody else to run into to wealth To try to create one body One aim, one God, one destiny I'm not non-violent, you can back up off of me I sip my tea, and cock back three One for Tiny Tim, Mr. Walt, and Evil Dee I hope you all see, the need for unity I'll never stop speaking about Marcus Garvey Kwame Ture or Malcolm X all day Black leadership today is all play Y'all play, y'all immature black behavior Is worse than being a trader Do on to others As you would have done do to your neighbor Big up to my philosophy majors Free Mumia Abu-Jamal from the cages We writes the pages and teach all ages Justice, tell me what we want now Justice, for Mumia Abu-Jamal Or justice for Amado Dialo Justice, there is no peace without (Justice) All dem mercy, now watch this I sing, 1, 2, 3 we the best Knowledge Reigns Supreme, as you can see, or KRS You don't wanna test the team, why get a vest You don't wanna be cursed in a verse, by the blessed KRS with the new sound for the eat and the west Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no Follow no, follow no, follow no Follow no beast, on a quest Do you hear me? Follow no beast, on a quest Word Hip Hop ya don't stop Tiny Tim ya don't stop KRS ya don't stop Get by us |
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from KRS-One - Return Of The Boom Bap (2000)
Intro
~~~~~ [D.J. Premier] Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo, yo Kris, run that shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? That, that shit, my joint. Run that motherfucker...it's only right kid... [KRS-One] (Do it, do it, do it...) Drop that bassline... You want lyrics? We give ya lyrics. Check it out now, one time... (Do it, do it, do it...) When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Ill Will, slap dem up Verse ~~~~~ [Ill Will] MC's get ate, get broken like a pretzel and get dissed if they ever try to step to They can't take a MC with loose lips Talk a lotta shit [but sink no motherfuckin' ships] Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow tips Watch another rapper body get stiff Just like in church, we pass the basket as I preach over his casket Fuck it, kick the body right over and say "See ya, hmm...nice to know ya" Got another rapper to see Yo Kris, bust that ass [certainly] [KRS-One] If you're shiverin' get off the pot Let the original rapper rock the spot You stand there and jock, goin' [mumbles] This is absolutely ludicrous, what can you do to Kris Chattin' foolishness, step along quick with that stupidness It's me rippin' this for self, where else ya lookin'? I got more rhymes than all the Jamaicans in Brooklyn So beat it or be seated, Gee I'm mad undefeated Young boy, you can't see me, run along and make pee-pee I was rockin' rhymes when "La-Di-Da-Di" was a demo Admit you been on my tip for years and just can't seem to let go Go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna battle KRS quick I bet the minute you get home you'll get your ass whipped Crazy ill mad styles is what I give'em Not a run-of-the-mill'em, I drill'em, I got ridiculous rhythm None of my styles you can get with'em Still um, will um, your crew come get some so I can kill'em [Ill Will] Well I roll by myself but don't let it fool ya If I got beef my crew'll damn step to ya We don't play no games, I'll come straight to your rest Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest [Well that was fresh] [KRS-One] A fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad skills will Don't let me have to kill you kid, god forbid still Greed will lead your need to succeed but your speed, your speech Your outreach is a breach of what I teach For lyrical styles you're a leech If I was Spanish I'd say, ["You lie like a beech"] Wow-wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow... Wow, for a amateur you really looked hard But you're really a bitch, when you get it together call me, here's my card Check the list: you lack breath control, mental behaviour Lyrical talent, imagination and flavour I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta T-Shirt I'll smash your wanna-be ass in the deep dirt Black, you'll come up dizzy sayin' "How da fuck he do dat?" 'cause you're yappin' like you can't be reached If your name ain't Arrested Development, well save your speech Time to ill, I got mad skills to fill Not a fake, I got more styles than Drake's got Tasty Cakes Gotta be the best Gee, don't try to test me You'll get jacked son, even if your name is not Jesse Let's be up front when I meet ya Peace, uh, I'm the motherfuckin' teacher Outro ~~~~~ When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up, up, up, up, up... (Do it, do it, do it...) x2 Yo...South Bronx, South South Bronx South Bronx, South South...yo, Uptown Brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya 'bout Staten Island What about...Queens? |
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from KRS-One - The Sneak Attack (2001)
Yeah, whassup? Whassamatta you?
(You) Why you lookin' so sad? (So sad) KRS is back, but you don't look so glad (He's back) Ahh, shutupayouface, look at this place Why was I chosen to pick up the race? And carry the flame, the torch, the name? Millennium games, it's all the same Sinners repent, many for fear End of the year, everyone cheers Only a few hear my voice in they ears Everyone else well they really don't care But what if I told you I could read the future And in the future, they the losers We the winners, cause they the sinners Well it's all mathematics, can I eat my dinner And think why was I made to link (Think) Between them and the universe, battle, who the first? I don't really care 'cause I'm really not here I'm showin' you skill, but you still sayin', "Where?" Whassamatta you? Why you lookin' so sad? (You) (So sad) KRS is back but you don't look so glad (He's back) Ahh, shutupayouface Every race, walkin' around with they head up in space They cannot see that we all really one In any battle I already won Thank the creator, it's already done KRS-One? Leavin' 'em stunned Dunn duh-duh dunn dunn done it again Me and Will and my brother named Ken Now let me tell you The bass in your face, the highs in your eyes Will make you realize If you down with the temple of Hip-Hop You not no average guy, or girl C'mon take a critical look in my world See the metaphysical books that I twirl and twist Forces the ventriloquist I'm just a dummy gettin' money at this name Kris Whassamatta you? Why you lookin' so sad (You) (So sad) KRS is back, but you don't look so glad (He's back) Ahh shutupayouface KRS-One, Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone Look, I be chillin' readin' a book While the hip-hop nation repeats my hooks All I wanna see is y'all healthy and wealthy Yeah, we already did it, really what can they tell me About the pimps and the hoes, players and the clothes You gets no money if you got no flow, no skill C'mon y'all it's time to build If you got no skill, how you gon' build? Build, c'mon y'all it's time to build If you got no skill, how you gon' build? Whassamatta you? Why you lookin' so sad (You) (So sad) KRS is back, but you don't look so glad (He's back) Ahh shutupayouface, negative ass We bring the light North Carolina, they got me Florida, they got me Texas, yeah, they rock me In New York City they got me L.A., ha hah, they got me Canada, up North they rock me D.C. Atlanta, they got me Ha hah, none of y'all can't stop me Whassamatta you? Why you lookin' so sad (You) (So sad) KRS is back, but you don't look so glad (He's back) Ahh shutupayouface! Give it to 'em |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Hu hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! And you just don't stop, FIYAH! And you just don't stop Prince Paul in the house, lick two shots Come down! POM POM! POM POM! POM POM! Check it out! Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and.. wheela! Nuff man dem come again my selectin on and on cause why? We run tings every time Uptown massive just settle Brooklyn chill out! Now we come down ruff and wicked from the Bronx, seen? Come down my selector! All crew just hold tight Nuff respect, check it out! R&B now run tings again an' rock'n'roll now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it Shabba Ranks him inna hip-hop style Ziggy Marley inna hip-hop style ? ? ? inna hip-hop style KRS-One in de dance, make a man go WILD KRS the artical Don Rock from Ja-pan, all the way to Brooklyn Open in the Bronx, at the Puerto Rican In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot Me never listen to all them slow jam They wanna talk bout a woman and man Give me a jam that, is not a scam Can you address mine self, who I am? Check it! Check it! Me don't wan sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Look on the radio, them talk bout sex Look man TV, there nuff violence KRS him always make sense But the radio station have NO intelligence Inna America the problem is immense Inna England the problem is immense Up in the Bronx, yes the problem is immense Every man and woman wan sex and violence You kyan't see this it's, ignorance You kyan't see there is no intelligence You kyan't see there is no common sense When you think of entertainment, there's sex and violence, so R&B now run tings again an' country music now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it Check it! What? Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Everybody inna hip-hop style I.C.U. inna hip-hop style KRS inna hip-hop style Yes ? cause dance go wild You never know see a kid learn quick Him want money so him flash down lyric Him want money so him flash down lyric Pure, sucker screw but where him get it? Sucker screw is entertainment Sucker screw the people want it Sucker screw but we revere it So AIDS now becomes the epidemic Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it R&B now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again R&B now run tings again country music you're lookin at your end KRS the artical DON! Rock from Japan all the way to Brooklyn Up in the Bronx at the Puerto Rican In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991) |