So, a philosopher? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I very deeply, I think very deeply, I think very deeply I think, I think, I think very deeply, I think, I very deeply
Let's begin, what, where, why, or all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm of rational When I be you, "Who is more dramatical?" This one or that one, the white one or the one Pick the punk, and I'll up to attack one KRS-One is the guy to lead a crew Right up to your and dis you
Everyone saw me on the album cover Holding a pistol something far from a my brother, S C O T T I laughed, 'cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, 'My Number one, was 'Poetry' you it's me is my philosophy, many artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I burn
So please stop burnin', and to earn respect 'Cause just what KR collects See, do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk You walk the street and get jumped You got to have style, and learn to be And everybody's wanna dis you Like me, we up for the South Bronx And every sucka mc had a
You think we I know that they are on the tip My posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk A lot of suckas would like to forget me but can't 'Cause a champ, I have got a record of knocking out The frauds in a second on the mic, I that you should get loose I haven't come to you I got juice I produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back, but for now seckle
I'll the nine and you play the target You all know my so I guess I'll just start it Or I say, start this, I am an artist Of new concepts at their Yo, I'm a teacher, the Scott is a scholar It ain't about money 'cause we all make That's why I walk with my up When I wack rhymes I get fed up
Rap is a set-up, a lot of games A lot of suckas with names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm Huh, but they all just I'm not white or red or I'm brown the Boogie Down Productions, of course our be thumpin' Others say bad, but they're buggin'
Let me tell you somethin' now hip hop D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a Mainly I write is for the average New Yorker Some mc's be talkin' and to show how black people are walkin' But I don't walk way to portray Or stereotypes of today
all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon Talk broken and drug sellin' See I'm tellin', and teaching real The way some act in rap is kind of And it lacks and intelligence But they care 'cause the company is sellin' it my philosophy, on the industry Don't bother dissin' me, or wish that we'd
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the 'Cause it's about time one of hear it And it first-hand from the intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no or ham Or chicken or or hamburger to me that's suicide self-murder Let us get to what we call hip hop And what it meant to DJ Scott La
How mc's must get dissed somebody says, don't with Kris This is one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, this is one My name is Kenny, that's, Kenny Parker My other brother I.C.U. is darker Boogie Down is made up of teachers The lecture is conducted from the mic into the
Who weaker? The king or the teacher not about a salary it's all about reality Teachers teach and do the good Kings just rule and most are never If you were to rule or a certain industry All inside this room right now be in misery No one would get along nor a song 'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I
So yo, what's up, it's me La Rock, KRS, BDP again Many had the nerve To think that we would end the We're minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit No more than four minutes and some
The competition checks and checks and keeps They take the album, take it home, and start Why? well it's simple, to them it's of vital To KRS-One's title To them I'm like an idol, some type of In everybody's rhyme wanna mention me? Or rather mention us, me or La Rock But they can get get robbed, get dropped
I don't play nor do I f around And you can tell by the bodies that are around When some clown jumps up to get down Broken down to his very compound See how it sounds? A little A lot of like to use the word dramatical for '88, you suckas