Essays On Bdp-ism Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[Verse 2]
Downratin' statements you always seem to make
You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a shift
You only utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity
Yet when all the currency comes in tax free
You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet
I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary
Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realise this you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy
Just coolin' out without a doubt, l ivin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence
I am only 20, yet here's my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers make wishes
Time and time again I prove to be exciting
But time and time again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers
With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer!

We In There (extended Edit Mix) Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)

The type of lyrical terrorism I present
Educates people, at the same time pays my rent
You be hearing me now for the past 12 semesters
When a sucker steps up, I had to use the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me, kid
But you're thinking, "Damn, Kris is kinda big"
Plus he rolls with the crew that don't care
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
Throw your eye drops over here
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is not legit
You heard Criminal Minded, and bit the whole shit
Now if I punch you in the face I'd be wrong
Don't even think about battling with a song
You'll be caught, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff
You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed
With your ribcage crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my fucking name
Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)

Yeah we in there, like you'll soon be in prison
(You a *edited*)
Who you kidding? You're only trying to rock a party
You ain't really trying to shoot nobody
So why you fronting? Saying from the cops you be running
In jail in a pair of panties you look as stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
I'll (edited
out) like Lionel
In jail you ain't got respect
You're a fairy, I be taking your commisary
And a picture of your sister, mister
The CD is Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed
I'm just thinking long range
People died so I can rock
You think I'm going to grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically, historically, lyrically sick
Plus you're on my dilsnick
Teaching a subject, your rhyme style ain't correct
You know the teacher's name
Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)

Now that I'm back I attack because I lack
Plus here's the glock, now my style is not wack
If everybody's going "Boom Boom Bap"
Why are you going "Ba boom boom boom bap?"
You nah give the people what they want when they ask
So when we on the mic the mic the mich I crush that ass
You don't want to fuck with this
It's big Kris with the hit list and nah miss
I burn you like a metal kettle
All that biddy boom bye bye bye bye boom shit's got to settle
I got the hardcore rhyme for your mind
Take time to find that I'm the one that rips your shit up
Huh! This is a stick up
You're so afraid of KRS I'll take away your hiccups
Diss me? You'd better think about the next
I got my style from KRS-ONE, you biting Treach
Don't you know me all the ruler?
Ram dance hall, with the styles that are newer
If you contest the show
BDP will rock you high, then bring you down low
You know the T'Cha's name
Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)

Who Are The Pimps Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Stick up!!!
All gwan put your hands up in de air
and turn around with your face to the ground
Stick up!!!

Here we go
Who are the pimps? Who are the pimps?
Wimps, sitting behind a desk
You only get a glimpse of the action or reaction
when you don't respond to them TAXING
You fuck a lot when you're tax exempt
Like with the church, the rules were somehow bent
The more money you make, the more money you can have
You lose your mind after a while trying to just
grab and grab and grab and grab and grab
until the pimps roll around real mad, what they say?
"Pick up that money hoe!"
You done all the work, but now a part of the show
You're a hoe, you pimped all around real fresh
Got letters on they chest spelling I, R, S
And they be taxing, asking, sitting back relaxing
Pimping asian, european, blacks and chicano
Hah hah! But they can't pimp a wino
Why? Because a wino don't want nuttin
It's when you try to get ahead they start frontin
Capitalism -- the system of pimps and hoes
I'm sorry that's the way it goes
In this particular system everyone's a slave
Racist is how they want us to behave
White Johnny, be fighting black Michael
Both are blind to the system's sick cycle
In a circle psychotically they slay each other
with a grin, because of color of a skin
"Pick up that money hoe!" (3X)

Now we don't want to get you all alarmed
A little education never did you no harm
When Africa's free the African will be free
Capitalism says we're ALL in slavery
They're not looking at the color of a human brother
April 15th they're looking at your mother!
"Pick up that money hoe!"
You work all week, and now your money has to go
to a pimp, and it's you that limp
They cut your check and take a tenth
Don't wanna hear no lip, about support of family
Cause on a piece of paper that's a fantasy
They don't care if you're in a bad mood
Your wife needs shoes, your kids need food
Uh-uh, pick up that money honey
The pimps so serious they're funny!
They'll look you straight into your face
and tell you that your money's going to a good place
Like Social Security or Welfare
But if you go to the Bahamas you'll see them all there
"Pick up that money hoe!" (4X)

Love's Gonna Get'cha (material Love) Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

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

Illegal Business Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

{*30 seconds in: DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}

Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal business controls America

[KRS-One]
One afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block
Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes
Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself, "They look like they know me"
They drove away, but he didn't stay
He jumped in the cab and he paid his tab
But guess who he saw when he hit the block
It was the same cop car, the same two cops
They jumped out quick, they pulled a gun
They said, "Don't try to fight and don't try to run
Cooperate and we will be your friend
Non-cooperation will be your end"
He jumped in the car, and while they rode
they ran down the list of things he owed
They said, "You owe us some money, you owe us some product
Cause you could be right in the river tied up"
He thought for a second and he said, "What is this?
You want me to pay you to stay in business?"
They said, "That's right, or you go to prison
cause nobody out there is really gonna listen
to a hood," so he said, "Good!
I'll pay you off for the whole neighborhood"
Because

Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal business controls America

{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}

[KRS-One]
A guy named Jack, is sellin crack
The community, doesn't want him back
He sells at work, he sells in schools
He's not stupid, the cops are the fools
Cause everyone else seems to go to jail
But when it comes to Jack, the cops just fail
They can't arrest him, they cannot stop him
Cause even in jail the bail unlocks him
So here is the deal, and here is the facts
If you ever wonder why they can't stop crack
The police department, is like a crew
It does whatever they want to do
In society you have illegal and legal
We need both, to make things equal
So legal is tobacco, illegal is speed
Legal is aspirin, illegal is weed
Crack is illegal, cause they cannot stop ya
But cocaine is legal if it's owned by a doctor
Everything you do in private is illegal
Everything's legal if the government can see you
Don't get me wrong, America is great place to live
But listen to the knowledge I give

Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal business controls America

{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Illegal business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Illegal business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Illegal business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
{*DJ scratches "What what what what, what what what what,
What can we get for 63 cents?"*}

Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal business controls America

{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Yeah, illegal business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Yeah, KRS-One come to start some hysteria
{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Yeah, BDP takin over America
{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Ganja business controls America

{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Cocaine, sensai
Aspirin, coffee
Morphine, sugar
Tobacco, got to go

{*DJ scratches "What what what what, what can we get.."*}
Illegal business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What what, what can we get.."*}
Yeahhhhh, ganja business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What what what what what what,
what can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Yeahhhhh, cocaine business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What what what what.."*}
Illegal business controls America

Dope Beat Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS] I got a dope beat?
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat..
[all] We got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE beat..
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!!
[all] WE GOT A DOPE BEAT!!

My name is at the top of all of those that mix
I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
go by, and why? Cause they wasn't fly
Others claim to be fresh, but they're not KRS
I cannot walk around the street, with my head in the clouds
Either runnin on my gear, or havin colors too loud
Everything must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel
So I take one step, to adjust the mic
I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike
I like a funky beat, a studio like Unique
I write the crazy fresh lyrics and I don't eat meat
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew
Takin out MC's - on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they claim to be in society
Because we know their games, we have pulled their file
If they need a different style we can get wild
He's I.C.U., he's out to kill
I'm KRS, and we get ill
DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat
The extravagant life, is what we seek
I will tell you like this, cause I know for a fact
I will live a long life, and I don't smoke crack
Captivatin the crowd, seven days a week
You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat

[KRS] I got a dope beat
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got the DOPE beat
[all] We got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat?
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!!
[all] WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT!!

For me to say again another verse of my rhyme
Means what you heard before must've blew up your mind
So now it's time, to find, poetry like mine
Do not waste all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind
Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be flowin
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin
stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done
They study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun
When they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun
But they will snap out of that, because I'm KRS-One
Not two, not three, but O-N-E
Get it right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme
If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways
keep in mind that I been out there, from back in the days
I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the people I know
Because they're still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin
I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt
Cause no matter how you front they're still the ones you want
See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion
Takin out you suckers while the Scott LaRock is spinnin!

.. *guitar interlude* ..

My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young
I don't wear Adidas cause my name ain't Run
Got Nike's on my feet, and to be complete
I can rock an American or reggae beat
Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and 90's
Not bein conceited but it won't pay to try me
out to any feud, any battle, any reason
Make the rhymes up every season this style I'm just teasin
Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace
You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you
This particular style may vary
The things I converse about are heard rarely
Some can't bear me, others try to scare me
Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent!!
You know what??

[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat!
[all] We got a dope beat
[KRS] I got the dope beat?
[all] You got the dope beat
[KRS] I got the DOPE BEAT!
[all] WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT!
[KRS] I've got the dope beat!
[all] You've got the dope beat
[KRS] I got the dope beat!
[all] We got the dope beat
[KRS] Beat that we got??
[all] THE DOPE BEAT!

I.C.U., is in the house...
Miss Melodie, is in the house...
Lena Love, is in the house...
D-Nice, rocks the house...
Gold Miss Idol, rocks the house...
Flavois Walker, turns em out...
40th Street Black, knocks em out...
To my mellow Moses Gun, rock the house...
Naughty, bust it out...
McBoo, turns it out...
Chuck Chillout, cuts it up...
Red Alert, breaks it out...
Scott LaRock Jr..
My pride and joy...
KRS-One.. his mother's first son
And no he'll never run...
BD... BD...
Scott LaRock...
Scott LaRock

Beef Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Beef, what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease?
This is another public service announcement
You can believe it, or you can doubt it
Let us begin now with the cow
The way it gets to your plate and how
The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man
So through his greed he makes a faster plan
He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker
Through the stress the cow gets sicker
Twenty-one different drugs are pumped
Into the cow in one big lump
So just before it dies, it cries
In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies
Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it
And there it is, in your local supermarket
Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed
And you wonder about heart attacks?
Come on now man let's be for real
You are what you eat is the way I feel
But, the Food and Drug Administration
Will tell you meat is the perfect combination
See cows live under fear and stress
Trying to think what's gonna happen next
Fear and stress can become a part of you
In your cells and blood, this is true
So when the cow is killed, believe it
You preserve those cells, you freeze it
Thaw it out with the blood and season it
Then you sit down and begin eatin it
In your body, it's structure becomes your structure
All the fear and stress of another
Any drug is addictive by any name
Even drugs in meat, they are the same
The FDA has America strung out
On drugs in beef no doubt
So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock
Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop
Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete
It's the number one drug on the street
Not crack, cause that was made for just black
But brown beef, for all American teeth
Life brings life and death brings death
Keep on eatin the dead and what's left
Absolute disease and negative
Read the book 'How to Eat to Live'
By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback
For anybody, either white or black
See how many cows must be pumped up fatter
How many rats gotta fall in the batter
How many chickens that eat shit you eat
How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet
See you'll consume, the FDA could care less
They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's
FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS

30 Cops Or More Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
When they arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey

If you a black herb smuggler
They will, watch you by the hour
It only means that if you have more money
then you have more power
They will come in the night
And they will read you your rights
There is no need to fight
If you're black there is no need to fight

But when them come to arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey

Years ago a black man couldn't be a cop
They could only be great dancers
When the whole police department was white
Justice, was the Black Panthers
We've been robbed of our religion
our government and social position
And you won't see no quick solution
Until you see the black revolution

But when them come to arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey

"He's gonna get across the border before we can catch him"
*dogs barking*
"Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead"
*dogs barking*

They arrest us by the hour
Cause the black man in the ghetto has power
If he would wake up and unite
the police department would lose the fight

But when them come to arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey

If you a black herb smuggler
They will, watch you by the hour
It only means that if you have more money
then you have more power
They will come in the night
And they will read you your rights
There is no need to fight
If you're black there is no need to fight

But when them come to arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey

"He's gonna get across the border before we can catch him"
*dogs barking*
"Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead"
*dogs barking*
"He's gonna make it"
"Let the dogs go!"
"No I won't do it!"
"He's got full, they've only got two"
"They'll tear him apart, I won't do it"
"Let the dogs go!"
"Turn loose those dogs!"

World Peace Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
World peace.. or world TALK?!

Yeah..
One, two, three, four!

If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Right now!
If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
Right now!
We must make up our minds to take.. it..

[KRS-One]
Take it.. right now..
Don't hesitate! (world peace)
You want world peace? (world peace) (peace.. TAKE IT)
Or world talk?

(world peace..)
(world peace..)
(world peace..)

Yo, a lot of people are under the assumption
that peace, is soft or somethin
We must begin to reprogram our thought
FROM, how we were taught
Back in school, and our TV screens
Strength, is always mean
Love, is always soft
and peace is too peaceful
when all are equal
Sit back, and read the papers
about the murderers, thieves, and rapists
We depend on police for justice
but when do we say, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
Right now, and call their bluff
It's not a matter of frontin like you're tough
It's a matter of takin yours
and livin universal laws
Cause those laws, cannot be bribed
nor changed, or paid on the side
You must come correct and walk straight
More love, less and less hate
When you walk, walk with AUTHORITY
Tell the negative people, don't bother me
Move your face away, I ain't with it
In a minute, I'm gonna hit it!

If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Right now!
If we really want world peace
World peace..
and we want it right now
.. or world TALK
We must make up our minds to take.. it..

Break it down!
Take it, yeah!
World peace..
Yeah.. come in..

CRASH, SMASH, don't ask
when the negative disrupts the class
How much longer? Get stronger
The battle is getting longer
World, peace, or world talk
Do we run? Or do we walk? (CHARGE)
If you want world peace, take it
Cause a lot of our leaders FAKE IT (fraud)
It's similar to armageddeon
when the positive people stop lettin
the negative, control, how we live
Listen to the music I give!

If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Take it!
If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
World peace.. (Right now!) ..or world TALK?
We must make up our minds to take.. it..

Take it!
If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
World peace!
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Right now!
If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
Come in now..
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
World peace.. or world TALK?!

If we really want world peace
Yes I do
and we want it right now
When can I get it?
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Come in!
If we really want world peace
That's it
and we want it right now
Right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..

I want it now!
If we really want world peace
I want it right now!
and we want it right now
We need it right now!
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
No talk.. world peace!
If we really want world peace
Peace! *echoes*

How Not To Get Jerked Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

"And now, a word from our sponsor.."

[KRS-One]
Now technically speakin I ain't 'sposed to be doin this
Like givin information to the ones that are new to this
You wanna make a record and get into the business?
Here's a little plan from a six-year witness
First you gotta understand the music game
It's not about fame, it's about a rich name
and who you're down with, and who you clown with
But most of all, you got to have a gift ("it's like that")
Either music or the fresh lyrics
or a vibe; people like to buy your spirit
Everybody knows KRS-One is dope
To really see it, you gotta use a telescope, hah!
There's no hope when you're shoppin for a deal
Either sex appeal, or the hard street feel
But if you don't have a lawyer you're a GONER
Don't even think about chillin in a sauna
You need a lawyer, and a good manager
Without this, the record companies won't be havin ya
So I'm grabbin ya now and showin ya how
not to get jerked when you do hard work!

"It's like that y'all" *16X*

"One, two, three, WHOO!"

[KRS-One]
Yo, there's more to it, but let's get through it
Many MC's reached the top and then BLEW it
You say, "I knew it, that last jam was wack"
Either you're strung out on crack, or you don't wanna
be black anymore, or, you don't wanna rap anymore
or, you do a wack tour, or, you get in trouble with the law
or, your fans you ignore, or, you get punched in the jaw
cause, you're not hardcore!
What makes a jam isn't luck or fate
It's writin the jams that the people can relate to
Or else they'll HATE you
The public will mark you down as a fake crew
You don't need allathat
Just rap from the heart and you'll have a good start
But a lot of MC's want girls
and wanna live on top of the world
In the jam they wanna flirt
Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work!

"It's like that y'all" *16X*

[KRS-One]
Now understand, rap is rebellious music
Therefore, only the rebel should use it
But pop artists abuse it
When the audience hears real rap, they boo it
See rap music is a culture
And everyone outside that culture is a vulture
The vulture makes money on the culture
Understand, I ain't tryin to insult ya
But you're either usin rap like the devil
or you're pushin rap to another level
So don't wait for your company's promotions staff
Promote yourself with your own cash!
But this might mean you can't buy gold
You might have to put that on hold
Cause if the artist falls, they diss him!
But if the company falls, the artist falls with them!
This ain't about a tight skirt
Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work!

Necessary Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

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.