Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: Word From Our Sponsor Intro: This is a test Of the Boogie Down Productions 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 gotta go the other way I represent my teammate Scott LaRock D-Nice, the beat box I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks Many people know me and 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 weak, or should I rather say some cry King 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 have I'm glad, not sad, and I don't even get mad I get even, myself and some others are believin 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 Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Ghetto Music - The Blueprint of Hip-Hop Song: Why is That? 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? Artist: KRS-One Album: Return of the Boom Bap Song: I Can't Wake Up Intro What I want you to do is count to ten. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two on one, you will be asleep. One Chorus I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up Verse I'm dreaming about being a blunt I'm running around and I just can't wake up, Hah! I'm dreaming about being a blunt. Ho! I'm walking around and I just cant wake up. I'm tryin to wake up, I cant wake up So I run and jump someone yelled get that blunt. Get that blunt, now Im thinking this is major I've got a bunch of people chasing me with a razor I dont like this dream as a blunt But I can't get out of it And I cant seem to wake up So Im running and racing Blunt smokers are chasing This is insane, I'm caught by House Of Pain I'm picked up they said they gonna put my head out They slit my back and all the tobacco fell out Now I'm hollowed wet thin and yes ready They poured the shumpang gently and rewet me Check it out now, in the same attire here comes the fire Now they lit it, now Im burning by the minute But check it out more heads came to chill Everlast took a pull and passed me to Cypress Hill Cypress Hill took a pull lungs are full, who's next? I'm being passed to Das Efx As they took a mad pull, smoke blows in heaps It's really smokey but I can still see Black Sheep Woe! Black Sheep gets me, relights me Room is proper, Im passed off to Shabba Shabba's voice gets low like a tuba he said, "Me no folllow no rumor" and passed me to Grand Puba I wasnt burnin right so Puba got mad at me And said who rolled this and passed me to Kid Capri Kid Capri said "I wont front pass it to Redman, he knows how to roll a blunt" Redman said no need to re-roll and passed me to De La Soul De La Soul took a hit and kept hittin now they're buggin cause they passed me to Bill Clinton Bill Clinton said I'll smoke but I won't inhale I'll only hit it twice he got slapped by Greg Nice Now I fell on the floor, Greg Nice picked me up I'm a blunt being smoked and I can't wake up Chorus Verse Get me out of this, somebody wake me up I'm still on fire and Im still being smoked up half my body is gone, now they're coming to my head now my head is being pinched by Ted-D-Ted A crazy nightmare i got to go I got to wake up and Im passed off to Yo-Yo Yo-Yo gets respect as a lady She didnt smoke She passed me off to Showbiz and A.G. A.G. said respect due see he got one big pull and passed me to Smooth B. Smooth B. although he's talking to Ted-D took a hit and passed me to Fab 5 Freddy Freddy said Yo! There's nothing left Pop Looked at me in my face and passed me to Chubb Rock Chubb Rock said "Yo Freddy chill! If you ever catch me smoking, just kick me in the grill" Im in the mouth yo! I cant wake up Yo! Im a blunt getting smoked and I can't wake up Choru Artist: KRS One f/ Cold Crush Brothers Album: Throw Down 12" Song: Throw Down Intro/Chorus: [Krs] Let's Do It! [Cold Crush] When I say how then you say ho and if somebody say thug then you say so cuz theres hell below and you aint tryin to go so get ready for the throw down Headz catch wreck and bums get done B.D.P., Cold Crush & Krs One nowhere to hide, nowhere to run so get ready for the throw down Verse 1 [Krs] Throw down, low down Mc's get throw down I mastered the sentence, paragraph & pronouns I think you oughta go down you cant stand the blow of toe to toe now! that you heard all the rap criminals skills minimal, dispicable, check out the rhyme original indivisible justice for all before ya learned to walk, you gots ta learn to crawl before ya learned to crawl, you gots to be born now before you were born, your folks had to get it on The point to the matter comin from the blastmaster is hip hop culture might be headed for disaster All these wack rappers don't know the past data They act like hip hop history doesn't matter So when you see Krs One brace the stage the difference that you see, has to do wit my age Fresh in 74....Fresh in 75 Fresh in 76 when Mc's rocked live to cassette Fresh in 77 don't forget Fresh in 78 on a turntable set Fresh in 79 Fresh in 80 I was grandmaster G wit my man double T Fresh in 81 Fresh in 82 when DJ Mad Mike off of Church Avenue in the B-K BROOKLYN-FLATBUSH!!!...when B-K MC's got mushed! Fresh in 83, 84 and 85 when I moved back to the B-X and got live Fresh in 86......Fresh in 87 Fresh in 88 after Scott went to heaven Fresh in 89......Fresh in 90 Im Fesh in 91, 92 and 93 Fresh in 94, 95 don't be forgetten Fresh in 96 and Fresher in 97 Fresh in 98 and Fresh in 99 In the new millenium I'll be aroused in your mind so.... Chorus Verse 2 [Krs] What does it take to be a real MC? it means you can't write rhymes for the tv cuz a real MC, whether amatuers or pros MC that knows how to rock live shows another thing while I sing MC talk a real MC never diss New York cuz if you knew the time while your rhymin MC'n you'd know that New York is hip hop's garden of Eden and if this aint sacred, we neva gonna make it your disin your very own hip hop tradition you know why when I grab the mic I'm superior cuz I was at the Roxy and Danceteria Krs a product of respect and courtesy while the rapper is a product of the record company Im not braggin but this is what hip hop is achievin it's becomin all rap and no Mc'in still we aint seein, cuz still we aint believin the West and the East of hip hop can cease [Cold Crush] Hey yall this is true the boys in blue gotta plan for you dont mess wit the suits cuz they do too so whatcha gonna do Tried to be the best live positive and free from stress dont limit yourself to east or west whose the very best... [Krs] Krs...I warm up your chest while your bones untangle the lyrics hit your head then goes down your ankle I'm saved for rainy days like casserole then rediscovered later like the dead sea scrolls you wanna get out the ghetto, the projects and profit but first negativity you gots to stop it Big up the east coast and the west coast but you cant big up no coast when your ghost I can see now how the other man stole rock and roll and guitar rippin cuz we was bullshit sick of eatin chicken, but fix it theres time tickin we spittin and complainin but the worlds rearrangin still we doin the same, whose to blame we dont need this its not black strangness, its black weakness Chorus/Outro Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: Super Hoe 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 a 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 mama too cos I like to mention Scott LaRock had em all He is a super-hoe Whatever you do or say inside a bed Scott LaRock has done it most likely said He doesn't argue with a girl cos yes, he has others Keep updated on all kinds 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 a 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 the mingle" And one more time bust the fresh jingle 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 '87 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 lass than an hour Or should I say minutes? I seen how he did it He probably says "I'm Scott LaRock" And she's wid it So whether he's a gigolo, tramp, or pro (He is a super-hoe) Now many people have their ways of expressin What they do best for Scott is undressin Yes, either a girl of the date for the night He doesn't want to ?hit? if 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 If you're a girl he'll talk about bangin If your moms called up, well, I don't know But uh... Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: By Any Means Necessary Song: Stop the Violence Worldwide BDP are the freshest! Worldwide! Worldwide! Worldwide! One two three, the crew is called BDP and if you want to go to the tip top stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen as my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what's going on someone's doing wrong, the story goes on Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated the drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books social studies when I speak upon political crooks It's just the presidents, and all the money they spent all the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle then they get upset when the press blows the whistle Of course the main profiles are kept low you temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled Not only newspapers, but every single station you only get to hear the president is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say "go back" to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran but how many veterans are out there pedaling? There's no telling, 'cause they continue selling As quiet as it's kept, I won't go into depth You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya. Now I take a look, I say "USA for Africa?!" Huh. What's the solution, to stop all this confusion? Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you're using Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation we fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation BDP posse! I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O This might sound a little strange to you well here's the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence Cause real bad boys move in silence When you're in a club, you come to chill out not watch someones blood just spill out That's what these other people want to see another race fight endlessly You know we're being watched, you know we're being seen Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop But I won't drop not I or Scott LaRock Now here is the message that we bring today: hip-hop will surely decay if we as a people don't stand up and say: "Stop the violence!" "Stop the violence!" "Stop the violence!" "Stop the violence!" "Stop the violence!" I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O BDP and me we step into the party top celebrity Say when we're coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee Cause that's where we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plain Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train Some people look at me and see negativity some people look at me and see positivity But when I see myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid One two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: South Bronx Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specializes 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 cos the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had its start out in Queensbridge If you pop that junk off in the Bronx you might not live Cos you're in... I came with Scott LaRock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earned 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 ?Coka? LaRock, Kool Herc, and them Bam B-boys ran to the latest jam But when they got shot up they went home and said "Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day" B-boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway They tried again outside and see the park Power from a street like ??? 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 Cool 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 Cassanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine ?Lives? Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady takin out these toys As hard as the look, as wild the scene I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was '76 til 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 tryin to 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... Artist: KRS-One Album: Return of the Boom Bap Song: Sound of Da Police Chorus: Woop-woop! That's the sound of da police! Woop-woop! That's the sound of the beast! Verse One: 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! Chorus Verse Two: 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 Overseer Overseer Overseer Officer, Officer, Officer, 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! (Woop!) 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 (Woop-woop!) I hear it all day Just so they can run the light and be upon their way Chorus Verse Three: 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?! Chorus Artist: KRS One Album: KRS One Song: Rappaz R. N. Dainja Verse One: Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ish Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness No one is new to this or new to Kris In hip-hop's atomic structure, I am the nucleus That is the center of the group we/us they/them/you, every squad every massive every crew Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course The style that I am kickin is like chicken It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission Reviewed in The Source You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skills That's what you're fishin for, it's lost I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle God called hip-hop for the nine-sickle Verse Two: Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday Rappers be boo-tay Goo-fy that's how they crew stay Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego We know the steelo, your whole character is foul Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank Others like to bring the shottie to the party I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect Ahh yeah... so check, UH! Verse Three: New types of verbal hip-hop I bring When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts MC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks you will experience, loss or lack of balance Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three No video, no you had to be a real live MC Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin weak production, let me tell you somethin Any MC can battle for glory But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story Act like you never saw me Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different categoryArtist - KRS-ONE Album - SEX & VIOLENCE Track - POISONOUS PRODUCT Back off, crack off, slack off Act off your instinct And think in a wink, or blink I'll make your body shrink I use ink and memory, my record companies selling me My fans be telling me I'm the greatest You hate this, rigid, metaphysical, criminal mided poet Don't blow it, if it's lost, I'll show it If its torn, I'll sew it It's kinda off beat yeah I know it The styles I originate, I don't wait for fate I practice love not hate But MCs get ache They wait and hesitate on the act But always can debate on that trivial fact This is KRS and I'm black! Same color as the brothers in Iraq War is wack, especially when you die in vain Bush invaded Panama, how can you really place blame on Hussein? Regardless of the name, the insane economic game has got to change Like a range rover over the plains I come equipped to rip shit Not ignorant, intelligent - artistic - inquisitive - poisitive and negative The sedative is the poetry I give How yah live KRS is in the house! The poisonous product (is) pimped out to poor people Penetrates pieces of their thinking equal It comes in peaceful thru the "TELL-LIE-VISION" Distorts your vision Now the lies got you wishin' thru transmission You wanna be a better Christitan You wake up sunday mornin' to watch "TELL-LIE-VISION" Mission - Christians be sayin "Accept Jesus in your life" Christianaty was founded 400 years after Christ What are you accepitng in your life? Christianty or the teachings of Christ? Make up your mind, they're not the same thing In 1992 the blind leads the blind Right into the ground they can't show you where god is Because they haven't found! First - put down your Bible and release your sins The Bible is dead, god is alive Within, metaphysically speaking, I'll be clear You wanna see god? Take a look in the mirror! A tree is always known by its fruit A human being can walk up right or crawl like a brute Yeah, now who do you salute? The barbarian teaches us to hate our roots! Despise our culutre, look for culture in another man's existance Resist this - resist this master plan... To turn the black man into a statistic Why? Cuz he's materialistic He wants to make a record but thru none of the logistics of it Love it or leave it alone Blastmaster KRS is on the microphone In the houuuuuseee... Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: Poetry Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson Class is in session so you can stop guessin If this is a tape or a written down memo See I am a professional, this is not a demo In fact call it a lecture, a visual picture Sort of a poetic and rhythm-like mixture Listen, I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishin For beats with plenty bass and lyrics that in haste If it's meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest I am a poet, you can try to show it, you blow it It takes concentration for fresh communication Observation, that is to see without speaking Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin The class, or rather, school, cos you need schooling I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling This is an introduction to poetry A small dedication to those that might know of me They might know of you and maybe your gang But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang Cos yo, I'm like an arrow and Scott is the crossbow Say something now ... thought so You seem to be the type that only understands The annihilation and destruction of the next man That's not poetry, that is insanity It's simply fantasy far from reality Poetry is the language of imagination Poetry is a form of positive creation Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it Scott LaRock Innovative, ?decorating? hip-hop The beat may drop but not like all the others They just cover while I just smother Every single stupid mutha ??? brotha KRS-One will have to show another MC or self-proclaimed king or queen Or gang or crew or solo or team That I mean Business So tell me what is this? See I come from the Bronx so just kiss this Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment The ??? a group of sucka MC's and they're fearin it It's self-explanatory, no one's writin for me The poetry I'm rattlin is really not for battlin But if you want I will simply change the program So when I'm done you will simply say "damn" So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin I say hypothetical because it's only theory My theory, so take a minute now to hear me So what's your problem? It seems you want to be KRS-2 From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack Cos KRS-One means simply one KRS That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less I built up my credential financially and mental Anytime I rhyme I request the instrumental I speak clearly and that merely Or should I say a mere ?help? to my career I'm really not into fashion or craze Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me But what a pity, I'm rockin New York City And everyone else, you put the jams on the shelf You as an amateur is ?outspoken? I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hopin That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up But everything's live that's why I don't dress up "Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh" I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty Get it right, but train yourself not to bite Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it I do not contemplate a battle cos it really ain't worth it I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it I'm teaching poetry... Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: The P is Free Yes, Scott LaRock you know you rule hip-hop Yes, Mr. Lee you can rule hip-hop And, B-57 you can rule hip-hop But, KRS-One rule it non-stop When I'm in Brooklyn, yes, we rulin hip-hop When I'm in Manhattan, we rulin hip-hop When I'm in Queens, we rulin hip-hop And when in Staten Island we rulin hip-hop But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight We come to rock you whether you're Black or you're white Cos KRS-One you know I'm never ?frank? Come catch a star The girlies are free Cos the crack costs money Oh yeah I say the girlies are free Cos the crack costs money Oh yeah Ridin one day on my freestyle fix Jammin to a tape Scott LaRock had mixed I said to myself "This tape sound funky" Ridin past the 116th Street junkie Thought I saw Denise but I was only assumin Took another look and that butt was boomin Did a little trick on my freestyle fix And I was right beside the girl, she was all on the tip She said "Hi, DJ KRS" She kissed me on my neck so I gave her a peck She said "I'm really in a hurry so I cannot wait If you give me a life while we ride to the ?bait?" She jumped on my bike, I said "Huh, what's your stop?" She said "Right around the corner to the crack spot If you buy me a crack I'll know how to act But if you don't, you might as well step back" I said "Now how the hell we jump off to this? I'm doin you a favor, I'm givin you a lift" She said "KRS, you know it goes" I said "Yeah, you little.....it seems that you're a hoe" I did a little trick on my freestyle fix And she was right on the ground lookin after it Because... A girl tried to take my out one day For a play, not your everyday ?trey? We walked to the spot, she says she want a rock I looked in my pocket, didn't have a lot I said "You better get yourself a job" She tried to tell me that times were hard I told the hoe, I said "Yo, that's not my fault You need a vault", I'm out to assault Any girl I find who try to take my for mine I'm gonna have to ?pin? it just another time But... Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: By All Means Necessary Song: Part Time Sucker Hahahahaha... T'cha t'cha, that boy is a t'cha I want you all to understand I'm down with BDP I got so many styles, but I'm not an MC I am a teacher teaching rap, and of course I am back Because these other MC's are here also weak and wack So BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them All about the guy who first is down but then he lies what he is to you, he's a part time sucker Among thousands and thousands of very good MC's A poet will flow like the breeze Like the wind, air is all around us From what I hear, it's a good thing you found us And in a hurry, just in the nick of time Cause I do four things: rhyme, produce, teach, and bring to you new styles Well here's the first style, right out the pile It's called vocabulary. Difficult, isn't it? At least is looks that way when you witness it Kill (kill?) meaning to deprive of life Fiancee: future wife Poet (poet): a person who writes poems Wandering, meaning to roam Everyone sees me when I walk into the public Even the suckers, I just love it When they get disgusted every time I prove (Boogie Down Pro...) Boogie Down Productions will move Meaning to motivate, lest rhyme straight Hate is a very very big mistake It rhymes with frustrate and aggravate Let me just demonstrate why I won't abbreviate Television, a view of scenes transmitted Every single second you get it Pepsi (what?) the choice of a new generation Fired from work: termination Quality: something special about an object or person Can you rock a party without rehearsing? I can, anytime, on the spot rhyme Many recording artists can't do it, but I'm More than just a recording artist kicking dust (who?) I'm a sandstorm, taking human form K plus R S equals one I don't burn anymore, I just cook 'till you're done And when you're done, then I serve Like alphabet soup, (letters) letters, (words) words Sentences, chunks of meat into a paragraph Get the meaning then ask the question 'bout the guy Who first is down but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker Kewe-kewe-K, Arewa-arewa-R, Ewe-ewe-S, my rhymes are fresh Please step back, let me progress Meaning to advance, you only get a glance Of me at a time, sayin' some rhyme Or sayin' some rekkid, that should respect it, select it I'm never ever wack or reject it Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it I travel the nation by mostly plane I travel New York by either cab or the train Some say that I'm insane, they say Why would you want to ride the train (But I) but I don't care, as long as I get there I never used to pay my fare, but now I think I got to Because from a jail cell I can't rock you That's being incarcerated, meaning locked up (A tool) a tool for holding water is a cup or pail, The opposite for fresh is stale (The largest) the largest sea-mammal is a whale Beer is called ale, or sometimes it is called brew (A group a) a group of human beings is a crew You know what I'm gonna do? Explain Criminal Minded Cause much too many people still are blinded Let me rewind it, and elaborate on blinded, meaning can't see through me He he he he he, these people make me laugh The way they like to change up the past So when you're there in class, learning `his story' Learn a little of your story, the real story It doesn't pay to know the life and times of someone else It doesn't benefit your wealth or your mental health I go for self, but the real self is one with all This self who's by himself does fall Down, just like the guy who first was down, but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker All right, now, hear we go... Artist: KRS-One Album: Return of the Boom Bap Song: Outta Here Verse One Back in the days I knew rap would never die I used to listen to Awesome-2 on WHBI I used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops Rappers wore bell-bottom Lee suits Me and Kenny couldn't afford that So we would go to the park when they was jammin' to hear rap I used to listen till the cops broke it up I always thought to myself "Damn, why they fucked it up?" But never the less I was in love with the microphone And it stayed that way until I left home On the streets of New York, now I'm free But with freedom comes big responsibility I used to walk around driven by the force I remember how large Super Rhymes was when he fell off I used to wonder about crews that used to rock They were large, but none of them could manage to stay on top Do you ever think about when you outta here? Record deal and video outta here? Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here? No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out! Verse Two After livin' on the streets alone Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home I used to watch the show "I Dream of Jeannie" And dreamt about "When will I be large like Whodini?" But I was messin' with graffiti on the subway And gettin' chased by the cops almost everyday I knew it had to bea better way see So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC Around 1984 I left the group home, again alone Still dreamin' about the microphone Gimme a chance man, I know I can rock it But I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket So when I reached the shelter I met my helper DJ Scott La Rock And we both loved hip-hop I was takin' suckas out in the shelter system Yeah there was rappers in the shelter but I had to diss 'em But all along, my vision was never lost I kept seeing all these rap groups fallin' off Do you ever think about when you're outta here? Fly girl and fresh gear outta here? Five-thousand dollar love seat outta here? No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out! Verse Three While I'm battling these rival crews Yes, BDP would stay in the street news Some said all they wanna do is battle They can't write a song, so their careers won't last long Around this time I used to hang with Ced Gee And DJ Scott La Rock used to buy gold with Eric B I didn't meet Rakim till later with Scott I remember we were jammin' at the rooftop It used to irk me when these critics had opinions Scott would say "Just keep rappin', I'll keep spinnin'" We had a fucked up contract, but we signed it And dropped the hip-hop album Criminal Minded We told the critics your opinions are bull Same time Eric B and Rakim dropped Paid in Full Hip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to be But right then hip-hop changed drastically People didn't wanna hear the old rap sound We started samplin' beats by James Brown In the middle of doin' My Philosophy Scott was killed and that shit got to me But knowin' the laws of life and death I knew his breath, was one with my breath I had nothin' left and it was scary So I dropped By All Means Necessary Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me Was a revolution crew called Public Enemy It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back These two albums set off consciousness in rap But all along, I'm still lookin' around And all I can see are these rap groups fallin' down Do you ever think about when you outta here? Condominium and beach house outta here? Credit cards and bank accounts outta here? No doubt BDP is old school, be we ain't goin' out! Artist: Boogie Down Productions f/ Freddie Foxxx Album: Sex and Violence Song: Original Way Intro:[KRS] Yes all ruffneck youth hold tight all brooklyn man hold tight all Uptown crew hold tight all Bronx man seckle I.C.U. in da house, Darren in da house D Square in da house, Freddie Foxx in da house Kenny Parker you know you run beats for years It's the Blastmaster KRS One stompin all sucka dj crew Of course you hear all commerialized album but we come down ruffneck and wicked in the B.D.P. laboratory On the sex and violence tip this year for 1992 Lick all shots BOUYAKA! All crew hold tight...nuff respect nuff respect to all hardcore dj no respect to all commercial dj we bust shots all the way over to the west coast...see now we gonna come down ruffneck, for the day cuz its because B.D.P. crew dont play Come Down! Kenny Parker cuz you know you a ruffneck A one-two yeah, one-two hah and ya dont stop we gon rock this beat til ya drop now we gon kick it a lil somethin like this yall we got Freddie Foxx and Krs One on the microphone something ya not, ya not ready for as of yet Now check it out Chorus Tribe Called Quest has a title(TITLE!) Kid Capri dem have a title(TITLE!) Flavor Unit has a title(TITLE) EPMD dem have a title(TITLE) BUCK BUCK BUCK! Me a de don-don, de don-dong, de dong-dong diggide de dong-dong, de dong-dong, de dong-dong diggide Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P. Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P. now Freddie Foxx...you know you get ill jus get on the mic cuz your programmed to kill! [Freddie FOXX] Check this shit out, this is for my man Blastmaster Krs One and if you ever have a son, Im a buy him a gun Check this out Give that microphone so I can take it to the front line cuz In a rap war, I shoot off rhymes and sound off a park like an M-16 when I hit the scene, suckas turn green cuz I take the microphone and then I disrespect it and then I disect it, put it back together lyrics or knuckles man whatever cuz you tried to step into a lyrical punch I had you all for lunch and took a shit out came a hit, you suckas betta quit Fuckin wit Freddie Foxx you get licked now listen all respect due to the Blastmaster Krs One Now Im done..... [krs] yes but of course, you could never be done because we a de number 1 so check it out... Chorus Tribe Called Quest has a title(TITLE!) Flavor Unit has a title(TITLE!) Nice and Smooth has a title(TITLE!) Kid Capri dem have a title(TITLE!) BUCK BUCK BUCK! Me a de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P. Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P. Check it out... [Krs] Now all type things that went on this evening they all say they fresh but I'm here now who you believin who couldn't hear a hit if you hit up what a pity, you tried to be quick wit the tongue your style is dibbie-dibbie you need no lyrical rush in your mumblin whatchu sayin? I serve you up like stove top stuffing Im gonna say this once and I mean this disattach yaself from my penis give my genitals room to breathe you take shots at me wit a weak album I cant believe you got no skills, chill plus your corny you think your hardcore cuz you got a 40? my car is not tint I dont eat wit a chip when I read I dont squint in real life I got the hard shit you cant out grow me you don't even know me I be leavin the jam wit your black ass as a trophy this is nobodys style but the teacher so dont compare me to none of these creatures, features feature and battle rappers krs one is the head clapper Chorus Nice & Smooth dem have a title(TITLE) Flavor Unit has a title(TITLE) Nice & Smooth dem have a title(TITLE) Kid Capri have a title Buck! Buck! Buck! Me a de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P. Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P. Outro: Yes all roughneck youth hold tight 1992 style and we come down roughneck and wicked rock all night rip up the mic now we take you over to Kid Capri up in the park Come Down Kid Capri [Kid Capri] Ladies and Gentlemen without further adue put your hands together for my motherfuckin main man ooh..ha ha ha..you know where that comes from right?? that comes from the parties and blowin up Ladies and Gentlemen my peoples B D P !!!! Artist: KRS-One Album: Intelligent Wise/Only One 12" * Song: Only One *only on Front Page Entertainment 12* Its time for me to get on and represent the Bronx so lets set this shit off like this Uhh, now check it, underground verbal hip hop you selected by only a few, this type of artist is bought so like Bartles & James thank you for your support it's time for all this chit-chat to skit-skat arent you tired of hearin ple-ple-ple-ple-pla rase the level of your listenen pleasure a letter and let the teacher put these new jacks under pleasure my first name is hip hop no doubt my last name is run with me breath for breath yes I'll blow your lungs out BLOW! And cut your tongue out and use that shit to clean my rug out I aint even start to bug out somebody requested for the teacher to get active cuz of all these rappers I look good to battle Im unattractive when actively in your brain cavity you be singin 1-2-3, and your family B-D-P I'm Total 'Cant you see' I took it there you bee sayin with your swollin eye damn it just aint fuckin fair but your crew told you what was up you just didn't give a fuck my lyrics are intact so my picture you can pin it up take me out? Give it up your late I rocked the 9-1-7 when it was 7-1-8 I'm a juvenile deliquent group home lord of the state the truth about the matter is that I feel great I'm comin in the form of the mind-bender bar tender servin that lyrical-net serve your chest then send a remember battlin MC's Im not always doin cuz we need new rappers and careers I always ruin what are you pursuin, who in the hell want this friction I'll volt your scene and make you drum machine start blitchin switchin my diction, I'm quick you need a fixin- Im quick to turn you off like the light in a kitchen Chorus -sample/scratching of- Cuz Krs One means simply one Krs thats it, thats all solo, single the one no less Verse I do my dirt and I keep it to myself I don't speak it on record and to no one else you think about... when you do crimes you talk about it HELL NO! You keep that real shit on the low cuz prison aint a place you motherfuckers wanna be at half of you motherfuckers would turn trick BELIEVE THAT! yo I can see that, all you ask is where the weed at? you vision is as far as whereever you throw the seed at Look at Malcolm X and try to be that or get lost if you cant pick up where Malcolm X left off don't you know were listened to by judges and lawyers when you go to court they play your album for ya then you turn into Tom Sawyer fiction beggin a judge to just listen sayin... if you listen to my album twice, the positive message is.... they shut yo ass up and give you life Had you hah a wife instead of bein a lover the court would of seen you as a family man wit some structure but you is a wild brother, black women you cant respect em now you catchin wreck in your rep Negativity never had no pull in jail yeah, its positivity that they hail but you fail, cuz red books you can't read em your people you mislead em your people you mistreat em mislead em for fun...my name is KRS ONE! KRS ONE......KRS ONE Real Headz they down wit us Yeah, Krs One representin wit outta fraction of a motherfuckin doubt Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: By All Means Necessary Song: Necessary When some get together and think of rap, they tend to think of violence But when they are challenged on some rock group, the result is always silence Even before the rock and roll era, violence played a big part in music It's all according to your meaning of violence and how or in which way you use it No, it's not violent to show in movies the destruction of the human body But yes, of course it's violent to protect yourself at a party And, oh no, it's not violent when under the christmas tree is a look-alike gun But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One By all means necessary, it's time to end the hypocrisy What I call violence, I can't do , but your kind of violence is stopping me By all means necessary, the rap audience must grow up The same type of fightin' we do, they do except we've got nothing to blow up It doesn`t matter if you win or lose, it's only how good you play the game This is the oldest sneak attack, because it takes away our senses to gain If all I do is play the game then I am just mediocre We strive to be the best we can be, not to just get over Some people say that life on a whole is serious and nothing is funny That's only if you base your life around competition and money Yeah, I'm making some money, he's making some money, but none of these things are necessities What I find to be a necessity is controlling a positive destiny With this, money, fame, glory and credit will come in time The people down with me know this every minute they hear me sayin rhymes I got some friends, I got some allies like Stet, and Big Daddy Kane They know that by all means necessary that peace is the name of this game Whether peace by war, or peace by peace, the reality of peace is scary But we must get there, one way or another, by all means necessary. Artist: Boggie Down Productions Album: By All Means Necessary Song: My Philosophy [verse one] Let's begin what, where, why, or when will all be explained why destruction is a game see I'm not insane in fact, I'm kind of rational when I be asking yo, who is more dramatical this one, that one the white one or the black one pick the punk and I'll jump up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew right up to your face and dis you everyone saw me on the last album cover holding a pistol something far from a lover beside my brother S-C-O-T I just laughed 'cause no one can defeat me this selection number two is "My Philosophy" number one was "Poetry" you know it's me it's my philosophy many artists got to learn I'm not flammable I don't burn so please stop burnin' and learn to earn respect 'cause that's just what KR collects see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk you walk down the street and get jumped you got to have style and learn to be original and everybody's gonna wanna dis you like me we stood up for the South Bronx and every sucka mc had a response you think we care? I know that they are on the tip my posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live we walk correctly a lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't 'cause like a champ I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second on the mic I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I have juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back but for now just seckle [verse two] I'll play the nine and you play the target you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it or should I say, "Start this" I am an artist of new concepts at their hardest yo, cause I'm a teacher and Scot is a scholar it ain't about money cause we all make dollars that's why I walk with my head up when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up rap is like a set-up a lot of games a lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so-and-so I'm this I'm that huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown from the Boogie Down Productions of course our music be thumpin' others say their bad but they're buggin let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scot La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker some mc's be talkin' and talkin' tryin' to show how black people are walkin but I don't walk this way to portray or reinforce stereotypes of today like all my brothas eatin' chicken and watermelon talk broken english and drug sellin' see I'm tellin' and teaching real facts now when some act in rap is kind of wack and it lacks creativity and intelligence but they don't care 'cause the company is sellin' it it's my philosophy on the industry don't bother dissin' me or even wish that we'd soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics 'cause it's about time one of y'all hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man a vegetarian no goat or ham or chicken or turkey or hamburger 'cause to me that's suicide self-murder let us get back to what we call hip hop and what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock... [verse three] How many mc's must get dissed before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!" this is just one style out of many like a piggy bank this is one penny my brother's name is Kenny Kenny Parker my other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker who gets weaker? the king or the teacher it's not about a salary it's all about reality teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood if you were to rule over a certain industry **** right now would be in misery no one would get along nor sing a song 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king am I wrong?! so yo, what's up it's me again Scot La Rock, KRS, BDP again many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend we're criminal minded and only tend funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records no more than four minutes and some seconds the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin' they get the album take it home and start sweatin' why? well it's simple to them it's kind of vital to take KRS-One's title to them I'm like an idol some type of entity in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me? or rather mention us me or Scot La Rock but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped I don't play around nor do I f*** around and you can tell by the bodies that are left around when some clown jumps up to get beat down broken down to his very last compound see how it sound? a little unrational a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL! Fresh for '88 you suckas... Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Ghetto Music - The Blueprint of Hip-Hop Song: You Must Learn Just like I told you, you must learn It's calm yet wild the style that I speak Just filled with facts and you will never get weak in the heart In fact you'll start to illuminate, knowledge to others in a song Let me demonstrate the force of knowledge, knowledge reigned supreme The ignorant is ripped to smithereens What do you mean when you say I'm rebellious 'Cause I don't accept everything that you're telling us What are you selling us the creator dwellin' us I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning You're tryin' make me you by seasoning Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York It doesn't exist no way, no how It seems to me that in a school that's ebony African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's not and this has got to stop, See Spot run, run get Spot Insulting to a Black mentality, a Black way of life Or a jet Black family, so I include with one concern, that You must learn Chorus: Just like I told you, you must learn (twice) I believe that if you're teaching history Filled with straight up facts no mystery Teach the student what needs to be taught 'Cause Black and White kids both take shorts When one doesn't know about the other ones' culture Ignorance swoops down like a vulture 'Cause you don't know that you ain't just a janitor No one told you about Benjamin Banneker A brilliant Black man that invented the almanac Can't you see where KRS is coming at With Elie Whitney, Holly Selosy, Grand Bill Woods made the walky-talky Lewis Latterman improved on Edison Charles Drew did a lot for medicine Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night Madame CJ Walker made a straightin' comb But you won't know this is you weren't shown The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh 'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man we need the 89 school system One that caters to a Black return because You must learn Chorus Artist: KRS-One Album: Return of the Boom Bap Song: Mad Crew Intro: So in the clubs I get (mad) On the mic I get (mad) On the beats I get (mad) Yo, Chorus: I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm wit the I be chillin' wit the I'm rollin' wit the Verse One: See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this Wack, underpriveledged MCs think they can see Kris They watchin' too much television and they rocka This ain't the TV show "Taxi," and I ain't Lotka I break an MC off proper, yo don't check me Ask your Moms and Pops, yo they respect me But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' NOTHIN' You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions" I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie You're rated PG Again I win when I begin I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend I don't bend I ravage and damage I'm wild like a savage, kickin' asses Hot flashes, your style's with trash's Stay out of my classes, PUNK Stay out of my classes - yo Chorus: Verse Two: Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar So here's a quick freestyle to my target: My core audience, *fuck* the rest of the market! 'Cause I spark it, styles I loanshark it Then break your legs if you try to chart it I got heart, it Doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get wit it Some MCs can't rock for five minutes Sorry, that's not the way to approach me Use caution I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often You probably don't know this: I give birth to MCs And I also give abortions I'll do a number to your body structure You look like supper And I'm that _hungry_ motherfucker! You don't wanna be on the menu! I'll end you, twist you up and bend you Like Gestapo Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow That's why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge trouble Me are number one of me there is no double! And you don't want no trouble 'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double Chorus Verse Three: Check Me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing KRS-One in a party, man me do me own ting Nuff MC test, but you don't hear vowel one All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up We have the champion belt and lyrical cup Any DJ they want my title filled, no way now man step up But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up This ain't no game upon the mic Me bring the noise to you like Chuck Chorus: Kid Capri got the Gang Starr got the Ill Will got the Flavor Unit got the Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Edutainment Song: Love's Gonna Get'Cha (Material Love) Ya know that's why man I be telling you all the time man, you know LOVE, that word love is a very serious thing, and if you don't watch out I tell ya that (Love's gonna get you) because a lot of people out here say "i love my car" or "i love my chain" or or "i'm i'm just in love with that girl over there" so far all the people out there that fall in love with material items we gonna bump the beat a lil' something like this im in junior high with a b plus grade, at the end of the day i don't hit the arcade, I walk from school to my moms apartment, I got to tell the sucaks everyday "don't start it", cause where I'm at if your soft your lost, to say on course means to roll with force, a boy named Rob is chillin in a Benz, in front of my building with the rest of his friends, I give him a pound, oh i mean i shake his hand, he's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man, i go upstair and hug my mother, kiss my sister, and punch my brother, i sit down on my bed to watch some tv, (machine gun fire) do my ears decieve me, Nope, thats the fourth time this week, another fast brother shot dead in the street, the very next day while im off to class, my moms goes to work cold busting her ass, my sisters cute but she got no gear, i got three pairs of pants and with my brother i share, see there in school see i'm made a fool, with one and a half pair of pant you aint cool, but there's no dollars for nothing else, i got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf, every day i see my mother struggling, now its time i've got to do something, i look for work i get dissed like a jerk, i do odd jobs and come home like a slob, so here comes Rob hes cold and shivery, he gives me two hundred for a quick delivery, i do it once, i do it twice, now theres steak with the beans and rice, my mother's nervous but she knows the deal, my sister's gear now has sex appeal, my brothers my partner and we're getting paper, three months later we run our own caper, my family's happy everything is new, now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do, CHORUS thats why, (loves gonna get you) (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you) you fall in love with your chain, you fall in love with your car, loves gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind, so i want you to check the story out as we go down the line, (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you) money's flowing, everything is fine, got myself an uzi and my brother a nine, buisness is boomin' everything is cool, i pull about a g a week fuck school, a year goes by and i begin to grow, not in height but juice and cash flow, i pick up my feet and begin to watch tv, cause now i got other people working for me, i got a 55 inch television you know, and every once in awhile i hear just say no, or the other commercial i love, is when they say, this is your brain on drugs, i pick up my remote control and just turn, cause with that bullshit im not concerned, see me and my brother jump in the BM, driving around our territory again, i stop at the light like a superstar, and automatic weapons cold sprayed my car, i hit the accelerater scared as fuck, and drove one block to find my brother was hit, he wasn't dead but the blood was pouring, and all i could think about was war and, later i found that it was Rob and his crew, now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do, ya know thats why, (loves gonna get you) (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(love loves gonna get you) (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you) (love loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you) that word love is very very serious(loves gonna get you) very addictive my brothers out of it, but i'm still in it, on top of that im in it to win it, i can't believe that Rob would diss me, that faggot, that punk, he's soft a sissy, i'm driving around now with three of my guys, the war is on and i'm on the rise, we rolled right up to his favorite hang out, said hello and then the bullets rang out, some fired back so we took cover, and all i could think about was my brother, Rob jumped up and began to run, busting shots hoping to hit someone, so I just stopped, and let off three shots, two hit him and one hit a cop, I threw the gun down and began to shout, come on I got him it's time to break out, but as we ran there were the boys in blue, pointing their guns at my four man crew, they shot down one, they shot down two, now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do, (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you) (love loves gonna get you) (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you) (love loves gonna get you) (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you), (loves gonna get you) (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you) (love loves gonna get you) ya know a lot of people believe that that word Love is real soft, but when you use it in your vocabulary like your addicted to it it sneaks right up and takes you right out. out. out. out. out. So, for future reference remember it's alright to like or want a material item, but when you fall in love with it and you start scheming and carrying on for it, just remember, it's gonna get'cha Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Edutainment Song: House Nigga Let me see, let me see How should I start If I say stop the violence, I won't chart Maybe I should write some songs like Mozart 'Cause many people don't believe rap is an art Wake up, shake up, hypocrite look alive Blastmaster KRS-One will revive Four or five million still deprived When out to survive, wake up and realize Some people say I am a rap missionary Some people say I am a walking dictionary Some people say I am truly legendary But what I am is simply a black revolutionary I write rhymes on plain stationery Mary, Mary, quite contrary Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary Uncle Tom house niggas-too scary So they can't be around-I don't do this For every Jesus, there must be a Judas It's the concept of the house nigga, field nigga The house nigga will sell you up the river So to mess up, he'll look bigger And when ya bet under a rock, he'll slither But I'll grab the tail of the house nigga Pull the trigger and his head I'll deliver To the court of righteous people Black, white, or Indian, we're all equal So all ya racist codes I'll decode, explode And eat you like apple pie a la mode On a hot day, don't bring me no hamhocks 'Cause round the clock, I'll kick their buttocks All afternoon in the classroom In the living room In the bathroom In the swhimming pool On a footstool Then I'll stop-nope, April fools! Whip out the baseball bat and somehow Punch your racist butt to Moscow Ya know what I'm saying'? Are there any-are there any intelligent people in the house? What can I say, o ye of little faith To think that KRS-One has surely been erased What a waste My finger points at the face of the human race They're confused and misplaced My words are subliminal Sometimes metaphysical I teach, not preach You want a challenge? I'll start dissin' you I go philosophical by topical Hearin' the call, ignorant, hot tropical Ya want a palm tree and nice dope shade? Only if the universal law is obeyed Which is "know thyself" for better mental health Yet so many rappers are preoccupied with wealth On my shelf I got titles Other artists want belts and idols World cups from seminars and conventions Competition and not to mention The award shows for pimps and hoes And every other hypocrite that flaunt their clothes KRS knows, so he just grows Always sayin' somethin' different from the average Joe's So I confront them with the biggest chain but it doesn't rate albums-I believe it is the brain So I'll remain free while you reign, I'm lovin' it You be the king and I'll overthrow your government Send your crew to Berlin or Dublin I'll out-think 'em, chump 'em, and shrink 'em Down to ya size, despite the cries In the face of intelligence, ignorance dies Dear, it's simple edutainment Rap needed a teacher, so I became it Rough and ready, the beats are very steady With lyrics sharp as a machete Clap, there's another house nigga's neck Another soft Unlce Tom crew is in check Ego wrecked and rhymes corrected By KRS-One, produced and directed. Artist: KRS One Album: Sound of Da Police 12" Song: Hip Hop v. Rap Of course, we have just accepted all applications and tuition will be paid on Friday.... You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic like do re me me measels are contagious like my lyrical pages ripping and flipping the mic from back in the back in the days the days its kinda hectic hectic when these suckas don't respect it, check it. Flame on. I know the light is bright but keep on watching me I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society. Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be cause they were taught that serious poetry would come from Socrates. But that ain't it, in 94 I'll kick the hit and if I was in front of Shakespear, battle a punk and take his shit. I'm not having it, bust a narrative and come to get with it. Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live. The difference is kids nowadays, they got the videos. Rappers don't need skills to build so they don't really know. Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio, got ten videos, but does that help me flow? No. That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know cause they were too young to rock up in the disco Frisco disco the disc is like a Nabisco chocolate chip cookie, don't fuck with me rookie. I'm rocking beats and with death defying feats and I'm never sneaking always peeping when I'm speaking inside I'm keeping a statement for police and I'm down for peace and but not turn the other cheek and so this DJ, he gets down mixing records while they go round and round round we go two years ago a friend of mine and Flash is gonna rock your mind welcome to the Terrordome, the Terrordome I wonder if I take you home E-F-F-E-C-T a cool operator operating correctly but back in the day I knew rap would never die too late baby bwai bai in a body boy head head head insane in the membrane take the train, take the train M-E-T-H-O-D Man 'Hattan keeps on making it Brooklyn keeps on taking it We keep coming back with more and more hits party people, I came through the door, I said it before Two years ago, super hoe If my train goes off the track, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back back back to the grill again, the grill again friends how many MC's must get dissed? Before somebody says don't fuck with Chris Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop no body beats the Biz Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman Hey, Erick Sermon, Hey you you get off my cloud, go down baby, go down baby, the gods must be crazy you ain't fresh, you ain't fresh Yeah! Artist: KRS-One Album: Return of the Boom Bap Song: Higher Level Verse One After seven years of rockin' How do you rate me? Poorly or greatly? Everybody seems to be goin' for their's lately Yo mad heads be needin' money So listen very close as I conduct this little study See it's, funny to me, you can watch TV And give up your life trying to be all you can be In the Army Not knowin' your history You either fight and die or come back home in misery Yo get with me, I deal with reality Loosen your mind to the truth, and don't get mad at me No politican can give you peace If you trust Jesus, why do you vote for a beast? Emancipation is long over due So overcome procrastination Because freedom is within you For some reason we think we're free So we'll never be Because we haven't recognized slavery You're still a slave, look at how you behave Debatin' on where and when and how and what Massa gave You wanna know how we screwed up from the beginning? We accepted our opressor's religion So in the case of slavery it ain't hard Because it's right in the eyes of THEIR God Where is our God, the God that represents us? The God that looks like me, the God that I can trust? A God of peace and love, not mass hysteria I don't want a God that blesses America I could never really vote for the devil Let me take you to a higher level... Verse Two Title, take the title from the Bible we can get there Rip the title from off the front of the Bible, God don't live there Too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries Picture the Pope and the Vatican, laughing and drinking and singing and Kissing me I stand with God whether I'm paid or whether I'm cryin' broke I like to ask these politicans would Jesus vote? The way we view God is a freakin' shame Church is to blame We trust God, but bomb Hussein We simply lovin' the scripture Same scripture that whipped 'cha Sooner it'll hit 'cha Religion's gettin' richer With that European version of Christ made into a picture Our society's gettin' sicker, and sicker, and sicker... Like liquor, we are God-Intoxicated Not to the true God, but the one the government created The same governments tellin' people to vote I pray to God because the people have lost hope You either vote for the mumps or the measels Whether you vote for the lesser of two evils, you vote for evil Politics and God are not equal But the education if you don't guard, is really lethal People have more respect for a holy book Than they do for a cow on a meat hook Belivers of Jesus be denouncing Satan on every level But every Halloween they're dressin' like devils I pray to you for the light you might give them Mother make them know that you're livin' with them You begin them and end them in silence Frankly, if they knew you, they would understand violence I pray to you for the Pope and the Vatican Have mercy Mother, cause I know that you're mad at them The White Jesus deceived us awhile ago And Pope Julius the Second paid Michaelangelo I know this happened in 1519 yet This is the image we can't seem to forget Vote for God, don't vote for the Devil Let me take you to a higher level... Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: Elementary I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style The same old runner has ran a mile See, I don't know exactly what you know But what I know is that stuff's gotta go Usual when I pick up the mic Something ill jumps out my mouth that night I like to talk about fact not fiction I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen Everything I write is premeditated Suckas want to fake it, I just hate it Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak My words are comprehended every time I speak I have spoken, no I'm not jokin Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken Stop, try this again, you had enough, say when I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken I ??? But never in your life try to dis me Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one If you take the first letter of what I just sung You spell my name "KRS-One" It's elementary DJ Scott LaRock and I'm KRS-One Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run From complex situations like T-O-Y-S's Always talkin junk, get in jail, you're rockin dresses I have arrived for the purpose of joy Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy I will volunteer my services and launch an attack On you fake educators with your yackety-yack It's a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh Consistently hounded by you MC pests If you really want to learn from me Don't waste time to burn to me Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me I will emphasize and you will realize and come alive Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive Many people hate me, many people love me Some of ??? probably know me And ??? above me But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story All you fake MC's on a mission, you bore me I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic Watchin only females rock their pants too tight Cos ?in the other? creative composition on display To give a full analysis and rock this way You will pay, eventually you owed a K ?While the? DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you know who we are Make a mix just for kicks And you'll be on our tip And, oh yes, there's a high to the show, of course You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!) Boogie Down Productions, no reductions to ?his? title If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment You have arrived to make up for unemployment You're on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it I breathe a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic Sign my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em But gettin into battles really isn't my thing You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century But please don't mention me It's only elementary Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: Dope Beat My name is that top of all of those that mix Turnin poetry into cash for eighty ... seven Some did it got paid, some jams were never played But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade Go by, and why? Cos they wasn't fly Others claim to be fresh But they're not KRS I cannot walk around the street with my head in the clouds Either runnin on my gear or havin colors too loud Everything must coincide with the way I feel And by the way, it's Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel So I take one step to adjust the mic I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike I like the funky beat A studio like to meet I write the crazy fresh lyrics And I don't eat meat You can look me up and down, and my DJ too Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew Takin out MC's on the 1, 2, 3 No matter who they claim to be in society Because we know their games, we ?appall their? ??? If they need a different style we can get ?large? He's I.C.U., he's out to kill I'm KRS and we get ill DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat The extravagant life is what we seek I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact I will live a long life and I don't smoke crack Captivatin the crowd 7 days a week You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat For me to say again another verse of my rhyme Means what you heard before must've blew up your mind So now it's time to find poetry like mine Do not waste all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind Pullin out, easy goin cos the money be flowin 6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin Stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done ?They? study rhymes all week but I be rhymin for fun When they lose they get upset, ?always? pullin a gun But they will snap out of that because I'm KRS-One Not two, not three, but o-n-e Get it right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways Keep in mind that I been out there from back in the days I don't brag about the people I know Because they're still bluffin, they're not givin me nuthin I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt Cos no matter how you front it's still the ones you want See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion Takin out you suckas while Scott LaRock is spinnin My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young I don't wear Adidas cos my name ain't Run Got Nikes on my feet and to be complete I can rock an American or reggae beat Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and 90's Not bein conceited but it won't pay to try me Out to any feud, any battle, any reason Make the rhymes up every season, this style, I'm just teasin Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you This particular style may vary, The things I converse about are heard rarely Some can't bear me, others try to scare me Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent You know what? I.C.U. is in the house... Miss Melodie is in the house... ?Lena? Love is in the house... D-Nice rocks the house... ?Gold Miss? ??? rocks the house... Flavis Walker turns em out... ?42 Black? knocks em out... Til my mellow pulled his gun, rock the house... ?Naughty? bust it out... McBoo turns it out... Chuck Chillout cuts it up... Red Alert breaks it out... Scott LaRock Jr. my pride and joy... KRS-One His mother's first son And no ?he can? never run... ?BD?... ?BD?... Scott LaRock... Scott LaRock Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: The Bridge is Over Intro: The bridge is over, the bridge is over, bdbyby, The bridge is over, the bridgeis over, hey, hey! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, bdbyby, The bridge is over, the bridge is over. Verse One: You see me comin out de dance wit 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 are rhymin like they gay Pickin up the mic, mon, and don't know what to say Sayin that hip-hop started off in Queensbridge Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live Tell them again, we come to tell them again, one Tell them again, we come to tell them agaaain Tell them again, we come to tell them again, one Tell them again, we 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 di-di di-da di-day All ya sucka MC, won't you please come out to play 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 Cos we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Kick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic Mike wished to come and try to save ya But instead of helpin ya out he want the same thing I gave ya I finally figured out a 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 ease and I'm on, I miss I'm ease and I'm on To KRS-One you know dem can't understand Dem movin over there and then dem 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 Marley sucks You'd better change what comes out your speaker You're better off talkin bout the wack Puma sneaker Cos Bronx created hip-hop Queens will only get dropped You're still tellin lies to me Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew fronted But you're still tellin lies to me Artist: KRS-One Album: Return of the Boom Bap Song: Boom Bap Intro Boom Bap Original Rap Boom Bap Original Rap See how it sounds(bo!) a little unrational(bo!)*4 Verse 1 Now bad boy squad and bad boy crew everything I do, I do jus for you another silly sucker wants the champion belt but like a microwave these days I make em melt Return Of The Boom Bap means jus that it means return of the real hard beats and real rap the ladies in the place like it jus like that Im a around the way gay with a baseball cap you know my style, you know my name I'm chillin at the top, but I'm still the same I never crossed over, never went pop you know Krs will give you real hip hop so.. Chorus See how it sounds(bo!) a little unrational(bo!)*4 Verse 2 People always callin me a top celebrity cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely You hear me chattin lyric but Im not an MC A one poetic member of the crew B.D.P. I looked around the nation but I simply couldn't find another entertainer wit a rhyme like mine I pick up the mic and I tear up the phone At this point in the party I should be left alone but uh-oh uh-oh Ive come to show a brand new flow Is the flow wack? NO! listen to the pro come to the show in a b-boy stance..bogle in the dance bogle and a bogle and a bogle in the party Here's a likkle stylee, come an wake up everybody Boom Bap original rap Boom Bap, Boom Bap original rap Refreshin when you hear it hard rap is all that so... Chorus Verse 3 Bogle in the dance, bogle in the dance bogle in a, bogle in a, bogle in the party Bogle in the dance, bogle in the dance bogle in a, bogle in a, bogle in the party On and on to the PM Dawn I buck two shots and you squad is gone you add a little street in your R-a-p but never do you wanna challenge B.D.P. cuz smashin up a crew, one-two is the least when a sucka wants ta battle that just gets me geesed I never backed down from to an MC feud never on stage KRS got booed stayed hardcore never changed my attitude I got the hip hop juice for the hip hop food I eat when I drink, an I drink when I eat when I speak, what I speak what I speak is not weak now Boogie-down, boogie down, boogie down produc wit the buck buck buck buck buck buck BUCK! Throw ya hands high in the sky wave em around, cuz I get down down to the nitty, to the nitty, to the gritty peace to all the hardcore kids in the city so.... Chorus Outro: Fresh for 1993 you S U C K A S! ! ! ! ! ! Artist:B.D.P. Album: Ghetto Music - The Blueprint of Hip-Hop Song: Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog Rushed out the door to inhale the smog As I ran, I began to wonder Should I produce or should I tour this summer Well just that second I heard stay where you are Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car I laid on the pavement like I was hurt Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk He said, ah boy you better watch where you run as he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun I said Officer man I ain't do nothin He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin? Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street? At this time I had stood to my feet and said Wait a minute And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't with it so On the ground was a bottle of Snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking Adam's apple As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun and began to act up with that (Chorus) Well I threw down the gun and began to run I got back in no time and loaded the nine First I took two clips and then I took two more I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door I took three shots and then I laid They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade It went boom like a supernova Badges arms heads legs cops were all over I jumped out the fire escape down to the street and I started to run you know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself Holy shit! My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday ghetto pain Black men are judged by their clothes Black women are looked at as hoes So I as one of these uppity n----s Can only rely on the sound of a trigga going (Chorus) Well I staggered down the street to an old bookstore Called the Tree of Life (Yo D it ain't there no more) But when it was boy I was lucky Cause in the basement is where they stuck me When I awoke at the 14th hour Three black women had gave me a quick shower I stayed a while and escaped in a truck Driven by two guys, Rakim and Chuck What the fuck I asked as I laid there How many guys do you drive a day there? Chuck said many, Rakim said plenty it's an everyday thing when you're willing to sing a song... (Chorus) Peace and love to DJ Scott LaRock he's in there still! Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Edutainment Song: Blackman's in Effect Wake up! Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it. It's time for the massive BDP crew at the top of the pile. Yo. In the morning I'm yawning, at noon is when I wake up Make up my bed break up the bread and said Scratching my head, why am I so damn intimidating? Is it because of laws designed to keep us waiting and waiting Thus hating all forms of a setback Get back, if you can't understand a rap act. This is the language of the people ready to hear the crew I've got no juice, 'cause I'm not getting juiced To have juice means you kiss and lick a lot of booty To have respect means you simply new or newly Heard what I had to say and felt as though you'd say that too I'm not down with a juice-crew But anyway I say today the message I create is great I don't preach hate, I simply get the record straight It's not the fault of the black race that we are misplaced We're robbin' and killin', your own medicine you taste You built up a race on the concept of violence Now in '90 you want silence Well, I want science, not silence but science Scientific fact about black The board of education acts as if it's only reality Is talking 'bout a Tom, Dick and Harry So now you learn your black history is questions and answers Every question but the Black Panthers Timbuctoo existed when the caveman existed Why then isn't this listed Is this because the blackman is the original man Or does it mean humanity is African I don't know, but these sciences are hidden For some strange reason it's forbidden To talk about, or converse on a political outburst I don't believe that I'm the first Or should I say the first one, or the first one that's done Music like I'm still number one Music like that or this is the incredible uplift Those that oppose get dissed But who will oppose the teacher when society's a wreck So check the blackman's in effect Near the Tigris and Euphrates Valleys in Asia Lies the Garden of Eden Where Adam became a father to humanity Now don't get mad at me But according to facts, this seems just fantasy Because man, the most ancient man Was found thousands of years before Adam began And where he was found, again they can't laugh at ya It's right, dead, smack in Africa But due to religious and political power We must be denied the facts every hour We run to school, tryin' to get straight A's Let's take a trip way back in the days To the first civilization on Earth, the Egyptians Giving birth to science, mathematics and music Religion, the list goes on, you choose it Egypt was the land of spiritual blessing Egypt was the land of facts, not guessing People from all over the world had come To learn from Egypt, Egypt number one So people that believe in Greek philosophy Know your facts, Egypt was the monopoly Greeks had learned from Egyptian masters You might say "Prove it", well here's the answers 640 to 322 b.C. originates Greek philosophy But in that era Greece was at war With themselves and Persia, what's more Any philosopher at that time was a criminal He'd be killed very simple This indicates that Greece had no respect For science or intellect So how the hell you created philosophy When you kill philosophers constantly The point is that we descend from kings Science, art and beautiful things African history is the worlds history This is the missing link and mystery Once we realise they all are African White will sit down with black and laugh again So judge not least ye might be judged By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged Matthew seven, first verse doesn't budge No man should walk the Earth and sludgez if you don't believe, you can go and check To see how and where the blackman's in effect Artist: KRS One Album: KRS One Song: Ahh Yeah Intro: Ahh Yeah...That's whatcha say when you see a devil down Ahh Yeah...That's whatcha say when you take the devils crown Ahh Yeah...Stay alive all things will change around Ahh Yeah...What! Ahh Yeah.. Verse 1 So here I go kickin science in 95 I be illin, parental discretion is advised still dont call me nigga/this MC goes for his call me god cuz that's what the black man is roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist black women you are not a bitch your a goddess let it be known you can lean on KRS ONE like a wall cuz I'm hard I represent GOD wack emcees have only one style gun buck but when you say lets buck for revolution they shut the fuck up I can't get wit it Im down to start a riot in a minute you'll hear so many Bo-BO-BO you'll think Im Riddick while other emcees are talkin about hope down wit dope I'll have a devil in my infrared scope COY..thats for callin my father a boy and clak clak clak thats for puttin scars on my mothers back BO..thats for callin my sister a ho and for you buck buck buck cuz I dont give a motherfuck remember the whip, remember the chant remember about rope and you black people still thinkin about votin Every president we ever had lied you know Im kinda glad Nixon died...... Chorus AHH YEAH thats whatcha say when U see the devil down AHH YEAH thats whatcha say when you take the devils crown AHH YEAH Stay alive black people on the rise AHH YEAH...WHAT AHH YEAH... Verse 2 This is not the first time I came to the planet but everytime I come, only a few could understand it I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments I came as Solomon to a people that was lost I came as Jesus but they nailed me to a cross I came as Harriet Tubman I put the truth to Souljourner other times I had to come and snatch Turner They tried to lynch me, burn me and starve me so I had to come back as Marcus Garvey..Bob Marley They to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X now Im on the planet as the one called KRS kickin the metaphysical, spiritual tryin to like get wit you showin you, you are invinsible The Black Panther is the black gangster for real in my spiritual chart I turn into Bobby Seal on the wheels of steel my spirit flies away and enters into Kwame Tere Chorus Verse 3 In the streets there is no E-Q no di-do-di-do so I grab the air and speak through the code the devil cannot see through as I unload into another cerebellum then I can tell em because my vibes go through denim and leather whatever however Im still rockin we used to pick cotton now we pick up cotton when we shoppin have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher you hear me kid, government is buildin in a pyramid the son of God is brighter than the son of man the spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is we got no time for fancy mathematics your mental frequency frequently pickin up static mkakin you a naked body, attic and its democratic and press auto and you kill wit an automatic Chorus Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: Criminal Minded Song: 9mm Goes Bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) This is KRS-One... They knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter He said I had his girl, I said "Now what are you stupid" But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face He pulled his pistol anyways and I filled him full of lead But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said... Seven days later I was chillin ?in the herb? Gave em seven days too much ?when the gossip has to circulate? Puffin cess I made I heard "knock knock knock" But the way that they knockin did not sound like any cop And if it were a customer they'd ask me for a nick So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine They pumped the shots again but the suckas kept on missin Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down The money and the cess I made was lyin all around But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut Me jumped out the kitchen, went "buck buck buck" They fall down to the floor but one was still alive So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead So just before he joined his potnah this is what I said... I gathered all the money and I ran up the block I said "This is a perfect time to meet with Scott LaRock" But Scott is either psychic or he has a knack for trouble Cos Scott LaRock showed up in an all black BMW I jumped inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry And Scott said "What is wrong? Relax, tell me the story" I said "You remember Peter? Well his posse tried to kill me I'm all right now because the cess I made fill me" Scott just laughed, he said "I know they're all dead And just before you pulled the trigger this is what you said..." Artist: KRS One Album: One Emcees/Chase 12" Song: One Emcees Who am I? The MC lodidodi I dont wear Versace, I wear Dj's out quickly at the party who am I?, if your 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 a, who am I? THE MC! when you need to get the word on the street wit demeanor who am I? THE MC! I beg the, 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 wit plety of oooh the MC! trade that roof top, red zone, Roxy and Bentley who am I? THE MC! gently move crowds wit harmoniuos rhythm cuz the lyrics we give em they miss em who am I? THE MC! again THE MC! our infinite power hepls suppresed people 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 who will study verbal magic but watch what you say cuz you'll attract it control your subconciuos magnet from pullin in havoc who am I? The MC! Non-stopping MC, hip hopping MC, verbal rocking, head knocking quick dropping MC I laugh cuz I mastered the craft MC in sound clash Im the first and last MC its 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 they raps indiginous cultures, ancient, whites and blacks never missed it the linguistic of who am I? THE MC! mental lyrical poetic mystic MC hearin the voice of ancient spirit MC premeditated murder killin negative concepts out the mind of the observer MC you deserve a break, counter rich frauds and fakes came in to be an MC, heaven sakes but 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 yourself properly MC