The Racist Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra, read all about it!
KRS-One's rhymes, have been doubted
Suckers stepped up, and got MURDERED!!

[KRS-One]
Pump pump pom pom POING!
Yo, this goes out, to George Bush
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Margaret Thatcher
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Bensonhurst
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... De Klerk
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick

It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is here and he's black
Recitin poetry, beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're doing, is from my old record
They bought my album, for $8.99
Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
I don't mind because I'm here to show
The lost MC's which way to go
So here's my rep, to those that slept
And didn't get the first concept in depth
I am the manifestation of study
NOT, the manifestation of money
Therefore I advance through thought
Not what's manufactured and bought
Concentration, and calculation
Goes into every song creation
The first and second album rocked you
Third album made you think and got through
Didn't you think I knew?
Number three, wasn't for the dance crew
But it gave me a chance to see
Who was REALLY down with BDP
I set the warm milk, in the glass
And the snakes came out the grass
They don't realize I'm not confined
Nor trapped by space and time
I am a rebel, an overthrower
Descendant of the black man Noah
Radio DJ's, all around
Constantly tell me how they are down
To uplift Africa and unite black
Yet they fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?_
It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I just get loose
And demonstrate the truth
Many MC's can only rock the many
But I rock a few with my brother Kenny
>From twenty-thousand to ten I'm housin
African culture is what I'm arousin
In your consciousness, soul and body
Pay attention while I rock the party
Cause now I'm gonna show ya how the East Coast rocks
Bumpin sucker MC's out the box
Rockin the dreadlocks and the flattops
I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop
The new hip-hop, and get props
Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott LaRock
Spins in heaven, while the earth I rock
MC's adopt, the styles I drop
They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no direction
So they wanna go pop
Chasin the charts up and down like suckers
Totally ignoring their sisters and brothers
They're the ones to say you're number one
Not chart position, so pick up the drum and hum
Sing along, it's a poetry session
Mathematically applied, no guessin
I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked
get your ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it
Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, Kenny Parker on the mix!

[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions
And it's off the Edutainment LP
Wanna send a shout out to the BDP Posse
Of course to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square
And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D
And of course me... seeya!

Nervous Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
_By All Means Necessary_
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP is in full and total effect
I'm gonna shout out a couple of names
We're gonna do it like this
DJ Doc.. Manager Moe.. Ms. Melodie.. I.C.U., McBoo
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
D-Nice.. Scott LaRock.. KRS-One, I think that's me
And you know what? I'm down with BDP
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
So right about this time
you should throw your hands up in the air
How many people got Nike's on?
If you got your Nike's on, put your feet up in the air
If you don't got Nike's on
I think you need to keep your feet down
Cause the party is live {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
and we're in total stereo, yaknowhatI'msayin?

So all the suckers out there that wanna test
It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
And at this point, we gettin a little stupid
I'd like to say, DJ Doc is in the back chillin out
On the 48-track board without a doubt
Break it down Doc, like this! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
I'd like to give a shout out to who? Big Daddy Kane
Heavy D, and Eric B.
Melody, D-Square {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
So just throw your hands in the air
Just throw your hands in the air
KRS-One is here without a care
And I don't have NO fears homeboy
So all the suckers out there that wanna test BDP
It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Now, here's what we do on the 48-track board
We look around for the best possible break
And once we find it, we just BREAK..
.. or, we just BREAK {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
There's two ways to do this, you see what I'm sayin?
If you feel the board, you feel around
We got tracks one to track 48
We find track seven, and break it down!
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
by the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay, we gon' play a little game, break it down Doc
Like this, or like THIS
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}

You know what? I used to be a graffiti artist
I used to write KRS-One all over the place
All up in Soundview, in Brooklyn
Then when the cops come for you, ha ha hah
You just get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
And another thing:
me and my crew, we made hit records all over the place
but we left B-Boy Records
And you know what happened after that point?
Ha hah, they just got {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}

Poisonous Product Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

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...

Duck Down Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

You say ah-one for the trouble, two for the time
Ah-come on y'all, let's rock that...

Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house, D Square in the house
Check it out

You're stuck up, your luck's up, you fucked up, you're mud up
You can't even jump up, so shut the fuck up
Whattup? Tough love, buck buck bucka
is all you're gonna hear when KRS-One step up
I'm thick like syrup, no, I'm not ?Kura?
Sit back and relax and watch the KRS era
No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC's get wet up, they met up with atypical
subliminal, I'm original metaphysical Criminal Minder
Fighter, petty gangster that flips em neither
I simply grab the mic and make the party get liver
I'ma, rhymer, with a tim-er attack
to your mind, a reminder of what kind of headliner
you'll see, when you come to the show
BlastMaster KRS-One, Leo -- the Lion
Cryin MC's they be cryin
when they sizzle in a big pot grease beggin, "Please, please!"
But I'll be efficient and flexin wisdom cuisine
Then dismiss it as Kris and Kenny
Rockin many, good n plenty
Any MC tests me gets done
Lyrically hung, I surgically remove his tongue
Lyrics by KRS-One

DUCK! Sucker MC's DUCK!
BO! Duck down!
Sucker MC's duck!
DUCK! Sucker MC's Duck down!

I don't battle to lose or win, I battle
to ruin your whole career, yo, watch what you doin
I'm permanent punk, like a metallic marker
KRS-One, but you'll call me Mr. Parker
A pity I'm K-R, you ain't no superstar
ha ha hee hee, BlastMaster KRS-One be
ripping up MC's with their meaningless words, y'know
There's more wit, to one of my turds of shit
You ain't shit, you never was shit
So I spit, on your number one hit, now quit!
Leave the poetry, it's just too strong for thee
Maybe we should rethink the strategy see
Poetry I speak, fluently I think youse a sucker
cause the only word you know is motherfucker
Yo, you don't see a whole race in bondage
No, you grab the microphone and feed em garbage
Yo, everything about me is fresher than fresher
than fresher than fresh, of COURSE it's KRS
Flashing lyrics, metaphysics, unlike you idiots
be doing, I'm pursuing, chewing your whole crew
and what you feel like doin, your face they be ungluin
like a gift, don't step to KRS, you're dismissed!

DUCK! DUCK!
Sucker MC's duck down!
DUCK! BO!
Ree-WINNNNND!!

DUCK! BO!

Why Is That Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

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?