The Blueprint Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non-commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K-R-S plus One equals
Slammin' lyrics and beats unquestionable
The peofessional while I guess that you'll
Grab the album that rocks most on the market
Strong hearted with a target
--Bloo-- and the target is hit
I shot the lyric then reload the clip
--Bloo-- another shell hits the ground
Along with the shell my opponents weak crown
--Bloo Bloo-- the title comes after
What a disaster listen to the laughter
Your heart I capture
Cause every lecture has tecture
If you're wack I say next sir
Who's next cause I've got no time for weakness
Only the teacher speaks this
Dialect, which gains nuff resect
Which money can't buy you yet
I don't care cause Boogie Down Productions has both
The most worldwide coast to coast
We didn't do it with the soft commercial sound
Try the ghetto cause I refuse to let go
You see you don't understand I knew it
You got a copy I read from the blueprint

Keepin' it on track
And never wack
Please step back
If you speak the weak rap
Cause I alone can dis your whole pack or posse
Stupid sit there and watch me
You can't stop the original with a copy
Sloppy very sloppy you slouch
Every time I bite you yell ouch
Breakout get lost your throat is hoarse
You lost cause I'm dope of course
--One and Two and Three and Four--
But that comes from years of practice
Anti-slackness anti-wackness
Throw on the glasses and teach the masses
Very simple the question I ask is
How many MCs must get stomped
Before somebody says Kris has no calm
Thousands both here and overseas
If you're soft I say please leave
Here's the door here's your hat coat and mitt
Cause here we read from the blueprint

Sex And Violence Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Hu hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!
And you just don't stop, FIYAH!
And you just don't stop
Prince Paul in the house, lick two shots
Come down! POM POM! POM POM!
POM POM! Check it out!

Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and.. wheela!

Nuff man dem come again my selectin
on and on cause why? We run tings every time
Uptown massive just settle
Brooklyn chill out!
Now we come down ruff and wicked from the Bronx, seen?
Come down my selector!

All crew just hold tight
Nuff respect, check it out!

R&B now run tings again an'
rock'n'roll now run tings again an'
commercial rap star run tings again
Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it
Shabba Ranks him inna hip-hop style
Ziggy Marley inna hip-hop style
? ? ? inna hip-hop style
KRS-One in de dance, make a man go WILD
KRS the artical Don
Rock from Ja-pan, all the way to Brooklyn
Open in the Bronx, at the Puerto Rican
In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot
Me never listen to all them slow jam
They wanna talk bout a woman and man
Give me a jam that, is not a scam
Can you address mine self, who I am?

Check it!
Check it!

Me don't wan sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it

Look on the radio, them talk bout sex
Look man TV, there nuff violence
KRS him always make sense
But the radio station have NO intelligence
Inna America the problem is immense
Inna England the problem is immense
Up in the Bronx, yes the problem is immense
Every man and woman wan sex and violence
You kyan't see this it's, ignorance
You kyan't see there is no intelligence
You kyan't see there is no common sense
When you think of entertainment, there's sex and violence, so
R&B now run tings again an'
country music now run tings again an'
commercial rap now run tings again
Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it
Check it!

What? Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it

Everybody inna hip-hop style
I.C.U. inna hip-hop style
KRS inna hip-hop style
Yes ? cause dance go wild
You never know see a kid learn quick
Him want money so him flash down lyric
Him want money so him flash down lyric
Pure, sucker screw but where him get it?
Sucker screw is entertainment
Sucker screw the people want it
Sucker screw but we revere it
So AIDS now becomes the epidemic

Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it

R&B now run tings again an'
commercial rap now run tings again
R&B now run tings again
country music you're lookin at your end
KRS the artical DON!
A from Japan all the way to Brooklyn
Up in the Bronx at the Puerto Rican
In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot

You Must Learn (remix) Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

My man D-Nice, D-Nice is in the booth
Workin harder than ever
D-Nice is rockin the sound set tonight
We're not through, I wanna drop a new style

Verse One:

It's calm yet wild the style that I speak
Just deal 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 dwell in 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
Come on now, that's like a chocolate cow
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

(Yo Kris) What?
Hold up D, hold up D
We gonna see if they really ready for this
Are y'all having fun tonight?
I said are y'all having fun tonight?

Verse Two:

I believe that if you're teaching history
Deal 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, Haile Selassie
Granville Woods made the walkie talkie
Lewis Lattimer improved on Edison
Charles Drew did a lot for medicine
Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights
Harriett 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
Is we're just walkin' around brainwashed
So what I'm sayin is not to diss em man
We need the 89 school system
One that caters to a Black fratern because
You must learn

Whattup cameraman?
Let me here you say hoooo!!!!
We're not through with the ragga stuff
We're not through with the raggamuffin stuff yet man

Verse Three:

Akebulan is the original name
Of Africa now stripped of it's fame
It's good to note, that in ancient times
Egyptians developed all sciences of the mind
To the point where they ruled the planet
But Rome, Greece and Persia wasn't havin it
They attacked, and won the war
But it wasn't enough, they had to get to the core
Cause in that time it was Akebulan
That ruled religion, politics and man
In order to destroy the Egyptian race
They had to wipe the sciences, from off the face of the planet
So they proceeded to ban it
Then replace it with Christianity
And it's, been that way, all the way to today
Learn what we teach, hear what we say
But here comes the K-the-R-the-S-the-O-the-N-the-E
The BDP and we rhyme intelligently
Let me continue with Theodosyius
A Greek ruler not known to most of us
He in the fourth century A.D.
Calls the Egyptians fools you see
Two years later, Justinian rules
Six A.D., was it for schools
As a result, ignorance had swirled
Over Christian Europe and grateful Roman worlds
This went on for a thousand years
Of ignorance stupidity and tears
Now comes the seventeenth century hardness
Europe, began to come out of it's darkness
So J.F. Blumenbach, a German
Came out of nowhere and started confirming
White supremacy and men of colors
Before this time, all men were brothers
It was Johann, who went on to say
There are five different colors in the world today
That's caucasian, malayan, and mongolian
American-indian, and ethiopian
Yes, the ignorance gets scarier
He believed whites were superior
According to his idiotic fountain
The purest whites were from the Caucas mountains
J A Blofener, and H S Chamberlain
Both supported this outrageous racism
This went on to what the master race should be
And why they killed the Jews in Germany
Here is the reason why I'm so concerned
Because you, must, learn

We're not done, we're not done, we're not done
Check this out

Yeah yeah, the name of the new album of course
is Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip-Hop
Run out and get a copy at your nearest record store
Because Boogie Down Productions RULES!

T'cha - T'cha Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
Easssssssssy mahn!
It's impossible to take out Boogie Down Productions
SEEN?

Yes.. come mi say

Intro/Chorus: KRS-One

Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha

[KRS-One]
Me bus' upon the scene around 1986
A few hit records got me started real quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, never eat pork or
chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin
Just like the gears of a watch, tock-tickin
I never lose time cause the rhyme is all digital
For suckers like you, I turn the power up to critical
On every playlist, waxin that anus
Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL
point every time you subtract an emcee
People look at me, a P-O-E-T
teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U.
And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic
Very psychological; why are you on the dick?
Well, my evaluation is sudden
Takin me out, is somethin closer to impossible
You could try your best
but frankly I don't think it's logical
This is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris
God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the gift

Chorus

[KRS-One]
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PA-AI-ID
Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be delayed
Boogie Down Productions at the head of the raid
Always gettin brighter while the suckers will fade
Life is very serious, it's not an arcade
So everything you're hearing, KRS has made
MC's grab the microphone but don't know what to say
So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way
I always call you females by your name, not "Hey!"
Cause "Hey" will only make a real woman turn away, GWAN
Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr
Well then you know that KRS don't carrrre
Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by
And then you know that KRS don't carrrre
You always call a freak, by the garment they wear
Instead of call it clothes they always callin it gear
Big derriere to make the next man stare
Attracted to the man with jheri curls in him hair
Always puffin cheeba with a forty of beer
But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare, GWAN
Hold up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO!
Hold up ya han-ds, if you do underst-and
The style that I'm sayin, without no delayin
is Blastmaster KRS-One, just playin
It's really kinda easy for me, to do a style like this
It's kinda primitive, so please don't miss
the way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never shown
My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the Home
No one out can compete
And not another DJ rocks this type of beat
Come mi say

Chorus

[KRS-One]
Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah
Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow
with M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe
We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow
People takin pictures of me everywhere I go
Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe

YES!

ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-zi
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi say

Chorus

100 Guns Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

("One... two... three... four...")

[KRS-One singing: to the tune of 'Ebony and Ivory']
KRS and Melodie... live together with D-Nice, and Harmony
Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney
B...D...P...!
("One... two... three... four...") Yes!

Chorus: KRS-One

I got a hundred gun two hundred clips
Goin to New York, New York
I got a hundred gun two hundred clips
Goin to New York, New York

Verse One: KRS-One

Well, I'm drivin my car, cross country
With a hundred guns and about six G
Me drivin through a town, me see two cops
They lookin at me funny like they really want stop
Me just turn my head, and gwan on me way
Put hip-hop ina de tape and press play
Me get one block and me hear "Pull ov-ah"
The guns are in the trunk, with a thin cov-ah
They ax me for ID, driver's license prefer
Me ax them "Was I breakin any law, officer?"
They said "Oh yes, you passed county line
Niggers in these here parts now is a crime"
I said "Is that so?", and cocked back me nine
Bust two shots, ina the bwoy head top
His knees just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop
Me put the car in drive, and me did not stop
When I get to New York, I'm gonna set up shop
Bwoy!

Chorus

("One... two... three... four...")

Verse Two: KRS-One

Me in a hotel, off ninety-five North
Everything's fine, and yes me on course
Me walk to a bathroom, take a lickle leak
But right out the window, I can hear the cops speak
"We have the place surrounded we're about to move in"
That's when I pick up my nine and just begin
PUMP PUMP PUMP! First copper hit the ground
PUMP PUMP PUMP! Second copper go down
Me jump out the window, tryin not to make a sound
Me run to the car, gunfire all around
I start up the engine, bust the barricade
All because illegally I want to get paid
PUMP PUMP PUMP! There goes my tire
Me spun out of control, the car caught on fire
Me jump out the car, put me hands in the air
Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere
They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed
Pushed out them chests like they're big rough and tough
A cop come and said "You'll never sell your guns now"
I said "It doesn't matter, YOU'LL sell them anyhow
You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee
Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city"
Hahaha... so still

Chorus 2X

FIYAH!!

Exhibit B Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[unknown speaker]
History can never be made by one man, we must smash this one quickly
History is made only by the masses of the people, this is clear
Even a, cursory glance at the falasfallacious presentation
of history by the American capitalist system, will demonstrate just this
Take George Washington, as bad as he is
Put him in the middle of Valley Forge, by himself, surrounded
by the British, he can do nothing
*laughing and applause*
Mhmhmmmhmm
Take Martin Luther King as righteous as he is
Put him in the middle of Birmingham by himself, speaking out against racism
He would be lynched
But you take this same King, you take this same Washington
Put them in Valley Forge, put them in Alabama
Surround them with thousands of people who have the same ideas they do
Willing to make those ideas reality and the situation changes drastically

Drug Dealer Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

All over the world...

Chorus:

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Verse One:

Drug dealer, understand historical fact
Every race got ahead from sellin drugs except Black
We are under attack, here comes another cold fact
In the 30's and 40's a drug dealer wasn't black
They were Jewish, Italian, Irish, Polish, etc. etc.
Now in 90 their live's a lot better
They'll sell you a sweater, a pair of pants cold hearted
But first sellin drugs and killin people is how they started
Drug dealer, black and Hispanic, stop killin one another
Cause in the ghetto we're all brothers
Organized economically, understand the psychology
America is the drug monopoly
They own the block and kill your brother for
Therefore, we got the same enemy - what's more, I go on tour
But who do you think picks up the bill?
A hard workin fireman? Chill

Repeat Chorus 2X

Verse Two:

Eighty percent of American business is created illegally
This is a fact I don't ask you to believe in me
If you're really in the drug game to win it
Eventually you're gonna get shot, open a clinic
Again, if you're really in the drug game to win it
Invest in a prison, therefore you can be put in it
Everyone else did it now they chillin
Above the law, while your under the law still killin
One another, wake up my Hispanic brother, my African brother
America's not your mother
Or your father, so don't bother with right or wrong
Just check out the logic in the song
Organize, realize, become unhypnotized
To the lies that your livin for the get high
See many people have forgotten the fact
That America was never ever built for Black
So when some people are gonna run and buy crack
Take the money and put it back into Black
It's only logic, see KRS-One will rock it
With knowledge, education for the people I’ll never stop it
Organize and legitimize your business
Remember, everybody else did this

Repeat Chorus 2X

We In There Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Yeah.. ahh, back to that old shit!
For all you FAKE-ass teachers out there
Aiyyo Kris.. break this shit up!

[KRS-One]
The type of lyrical terrorism I present
Educates people, at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin, "Damn, Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is not legit
You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit
Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong
Don't even think about battling with a song
You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff
You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed
With your ribcage crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my FUCKIN name
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range!

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

[KRS-One]
They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison
(You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given)
Who you kiddin? You're only tryin to rock a party
You ain't really down to shoot nobody
So why you frontin? Sayin from the cops you be runnin
In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel
In jail you ain't got respect
You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary
And the picture of your sister, mister
As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed
I'm just thinkin LONG range
People died so I can rhyme..
you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick
Plus you're on my dick
Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct
You know my FUCKIN name!
Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*)

KRS.. Kenny Parker.. Willie D.. from Long Island
Heather B.. Ska-Danks..
D-Square.. Sidney Mills..
Ha-ohhhh.. go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!
Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!)
The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!

Blackman In Effect Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

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

Gimme Dat (woy) Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
Right, right! (Woy)
Bring it (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
Now smooth it out (Woy, Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Alright, here we go (Woy, Woy)

Hi, hello, whassup, and what's happenin?
I am known as the teacher in rappin
Some need slappin, cause what they're sayin
is wack and weak and - wait, let me speak (Woy)
Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that (Woy)
yang-yang, or you'll be down with the chain gang (Woy)
Draggin your feet, to a beat produced by BDP (Woy)
One of the many, from the library (Woy)
I teach HIP-HOP for a living
So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin
KRS-One two three four, encore
I'm not a freshman, sophomore, and further more (Woy)
I graduated from the school of no shorts
to the world of rappin I brought
"That's it, that's all, single, no more, no less"
That style was created by DJ KRS (Woy)
Offbeat got you out your seat (Woy)
When I created the style, they studied every single week (Woy)
Now you come in my face like you're rulin? (Woy)
But I'm teacher boy, who you foolin!
See there's no defense against common sense
confidence, intelligence or excellence
Intense, but here's the difference
KRS-One does NOT mean ignorance
Try obediance, magnificence
As a reference, STOP THE VIOLENCE
Criminal Minded, Poetry, and Jimmy Hats
Is that your title? GIMME DAT! (WOY)

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Now let's take it back a little bit (Woy, Woy)

(Woy)
(Woy)
You can't test BDP boy (Woy)
So bust this down (Woy, Woy)

While I got your attention I feel like just
lettin off two or three lyric then steppin
JETTIN, gettin the respect of a teacher
My name is Kris, 23, glad to meet ya
BDP +is+ the number one set
I don't DROP science, I teach it, correct!
Some get caught in my style like a net
They can't get out, so I treat em like a pet
Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me yet
I bet you're kind of hungry, here's a CalCan, step
Cause I've got no time to hold your hand
I just SLAM, so you can understand who I am (Woy)
The teacher, professor, scholar makin dollars (Woy)
The trainer, entertainer, makin ya holla (Woy)
The numero uno, number one, the best perfectionist (Woy)
Crazy, fresh KRS (Woy, Woy)
So GIMME DAT!

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Now take it on back (Woy, Woy)

Original.. original.. original.. hit it!

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Original.. ah one two three, we out! (Woy, Woy)

Edutainment Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
Give it to em!

Nuff respect! And praise to the creator
Over the years it seems that I became a
landmark, in the hip-hop field of art
I shed light, yet my skin is dark
I'm not conerned with climbin the chart
Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart?
I'll start, cause only Jah will create it
I'll just name it, Edutainment
People sit and they look at my album
like a problem, they try to solve em
They don't know, it only leads the way
to a bright more positive day
By itself, it's NOT the bright day
Sit up straight, and hear what I say
Fear and ignorance, I'm down for stoppin this
but the bright day is your conciousness
I am poet, my words will heal you
I'm not a phony I'll really feel you
That's why I walk and talk to my nation
Wherever they are, in any situation
They usually ask for an autograph
And I'll whip out the pen and just write Blast-
-Master, K-R-S, O-N-E
BDP, Peace and Unity
But do not concentrate on the paper
Concentrate on the laws of the creator
Cause when the paper's gone, it will deceive you
But Allah will never leave you

Nothing I say now is hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by the so-called Christians
that went to church, and did not listen
See Jesus couldn't stand politics
so they nailed him to a crucifix
Then it was that way, today it's a trigger
So why is the Pope such a political figure?
I don't know, but it's really beyond me
But through knowledge, they'll NEVER con me
Cause from Jesus Christ to right now
everytime a black man speaks up, KA-POW
See people concentrate on the leader
And not the message comin through the speaker
If the Christians really heard Christ
the black man never would've lived this life
My point is that do not concentrate
on what I state, create, or debate
I might be great, and you might admire
But what I say is to take you MUCH higher
MORE higher than the physical plane
to the plane of forces in the astral plane
The mental plane, and the final three
They're all around you, yet you can't see
So grab the sphere of life and aim it
and you'll be guided by Edutainment

The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our 4th album and we're STILL not takin no shorts
Yeah.. ha hah!
On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker
As we say he can't get no darker
All about action, not a fast talker
All the whick whack sucker DJ's
gotta try much harder
My man Willie Willie Willie D
Taggin up BDP with a fat marker
And THIS, is what's on today's charter
Ha hah hah
All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air
BDP rockin without no fear
So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is
throw the funky fresh beat in like this

C'mon!

* crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while *

Ha hah
Well it's me, down with BDP
KRS-One rocks ANY party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes
The suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start debatin
How can we take him out one time?
So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme
I might go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "Just checkin the mic"
Droppin fresh styles I like
So throw up your hands and drop your mic
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth well I'll go for self
Rockin New York like no one else
You can check any rapper from seventy-eight
A few have rocked their whole career straight
Some had dope twelve inches, count em
But not many crews had slammin albums
BDP rocks CONSISTENTLY
From _Criminal Minded_ to 1990
Why? Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint: the public pays me
So you can call me a public servant
Not a King but a teacher, I'll believe I earned it
So I just walk, or ride my bike
If I walk to a jam well I'll rock the mic
Gimme a chance and I'll rock the house
But don't let a sucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will strangle
If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle
Adidas, Nike's, arms, mics
Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike
Step right up if that's what you like
But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I recite
My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white
As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alllllright"
I am your mentor
Victory is mine, it's time you surrender
Sucker! And just back up quickly
Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I created
years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show
Oh, all of a sudden you don't know
or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face
In case you bass I'll erase your whole rap
Tell you right now I ain't TRYIN to hear that

I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew
I deny your existence as artists
You're puttin out a record expectin to chart
but it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone
You fail to realize nope you're not alone
on the earth, the light comes forth as KRS
Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and shed light
Behave, you're still a 20th century slave
Headed for the grave in a wave
So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk
and put a little pep in your step
KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation
in the nation, in creation
Princes, Kings, Queens, or any occupation
Like rappers with nuttin to say
I crush those idiots and throw em away
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and splatter whatever
egotistic mystics, with macho poses
If you ain't for black you're down for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!)

DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ's
My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah
We got Symone in the house
We got, D-Square in the house
We got Ms. Melodie rockin the soundset
My man D-Nice, HIT IT!

Jack Of Spades Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

* was also featured in the movie "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka"

[KRS-One]
Again we start, let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
but it's HERE, and everybody's in fear
Crashin through the door of that WHORE
Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR
What you saw, KRS-One is now seeing
Another fly human being
Making, no excuses for the losers
Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers
You don't like it but you gotta keep PUSHIN
until somebody starts MUSHIN
all these suckers, claimin to rule the environment
(Nah man, I ain't buyin it)
You seem to think that everybody can be taught
that everyone else can be bought
But, you took a short, cause one guy hasn't been paid
He is the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

[KRS-One]
He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal
But don't let the temper boil
Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows
(That's right boy, anything goes!)
The crime is commited and he's right on your tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
when Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS
CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends
who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME
Here is the aim --
destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes
We don't like, criminals, and crime --
but we don't pay it any mind
So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy
Slade, Hammer, and Slammer
I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar
If you ain't up on it you GOTTA
fall to the back of the line
Hear this rhyme, cause I'ma say it one more time
It's JACK'S theme song that KRS made
It's called the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

[KRS-One]
You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you wanna see more, just watch me
MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh yeah "OHH YEAHHH!!"
One more time! "OHH YEAHHH!!"
(Flash the rhyme!)
Cool, guy, loud and quiet
If your head's in the way, he'll FLY IT
Don't try it, cause Jack of Spades doesn't BUY IT
He's a one man riot
Cleanin the community, of all it's debris
The C-R-I-M-E
The road was long and scary and some didn't make it
The average guy couldn't take it
But JACK, is not, the average guy
He took a piece of the pie and BIT IT
Got with it, for his brother he DID IT
So you gotta admit it
This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero
WHY? Because he started from zero
In this battle he clearly understands their power
They're payin people by the hour
to sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny
they are gettin everybody HIGH
High on a cable, cash under the table
Currency is how they're able
to buy the cops and props and keep the law PAID
But here comes the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

[KRS] Break it down!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

[KRS-One]
Fresh.. for Jack of Spades, you SUCKERS
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah..

Questions And Answers Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Yo Kris whassup this press stuff man?
Yo I don't Money, I don't know, they frontin
Yo why we don't get no respect?
I don't know man
They got all them gangsta lookalike, know y'know
But you know what?
All them fraud magazines I'm tired of
I'm tired of us not bein on no covers
But you know what?
We rock the streets, ANYWAY
regardless to what anybody say
Well well, yo yo, I tell you
As long as you rip up the streets
you don't GOTTA have no press, youknowhatI'msayin?
That's right
As long as you stay true to the streets
All these wannabe black, black, black
Black nuttin - you know, chewin all that black
Cause they ain't really reportin nuttin on no black nuttin
They wanna be right, and they wanna be, rap, and..
That's why I read The Final Call
The Final Call got it goin on, youknowhatI'msayin?
Yeah
I mean, if you really wanna check out somethin black
I mean, all these other magazines, they got
They can only show you the light-skinned girl
or the light-skinned guy, and all of that, yaknowhatI'msayin?
I ain't with all that nonsense
Ha hah, we won't name any names
But they know who they are though!
Ha hah, knowhatI'msayin? Watch yourself
I don't know why we can't get no covers though!
Yo Kris, I don't why
cause we just slammin everywhere we go
Yo, BDP been rockin for like six years now
Six long hard rough years, youknowhatI'msayin?
And, and for some reason
everytime these COMMERCIAL acts come out
they get the cover the first..
they could drop a twelve inch single
and they be snatchin up the cover
You know why? Cause they don't wanna deal with reality
in any of these magazines
Hey Kris, I got the answer to ALL your problems
What's that?
Just interview yourself
Interview myself?
Yeah!
Aight check it out
Kick it!

[KRS-One]
Question: Why everything you do is fresh?
Answer: My name, Blastmaster KRS
Question: You only write reality, why?
Answer: No time to waste, our people are going to die
Question: Going to die? Please explain this topic
Answer: Some people are using ignorance to make a profit
Question: How do we stop it?
Answer: Throw em in a jail cell and lock it
Question: Why, are people so stupid?
Answer: They got a brain and fail to use it
Question: How did it get like this?
Answer: People are more worried about ass and tits and
little bits of information
The barbarians teach us just to be barbarians in the nation
This new creation
takes on the manifestation of the Board of Education
Question: What's the solution?
Answer: Organized, revolution
Question: Revolution implies killing..
Answer: Whether you fight or talk, the blood is
STILL SPILLING, and we're chilling
Thinking of our history as Elmer Fudd
Everything, black people got in this country
they got through shedding their blood, word!

But they ain't gonna print all that
They too concerned about what you wearin
what kind of Benz you got, or BM
But I think this year
since we knockin all these sucker frauds out,
you might get some press
But when you talk that conciousness -
nobody wants to listen
Word up, it's a crying shame though
I, ah-I tell you this though
if I was talkin sex and all that nonsense
I'd get ALL the covers
Yo Kris, just chill, and interview yourself
That's what I like to hear
Aight aight check it out

[KRS-One]
Everything you learned in law school
can be taught, when you're six years old
But they make you wait and wait and wait and wait
and wait, and of course, the information, is then sold
But what if you can't afford to pay?
You walk around ignorant all day!
The pimp don't care, it's really your decision
Kick up that money hoe!! Oh, I mean tuition
They be dissin, that ass you be kissin
Sittin in a room with a liar, and you must listen
Question: Who are you dissin?
Answer: The concept that turns a rapper, into a dancer
Question: Are you really all that fresh?
Answer: Yes, yes.. YES!
Or, "si," to the people speakin Spanish
You better make use of KRS, before he vanish

But all these magazines'll vanish before you will
They better start printin the REAL REAL hip-hop
from BDP
Yo yo but check it out Will
They ain't interested in no real hip-hop
They ain't interested in graffiti art, breakdancin
and real rap music, they just wanna know where the money is
Why why why?
Yo I think some of these journalists
need to start gettin punched in they face
Hah, I got a big fist

You Must Learn Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

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 Eli Whitney, Haile Selassie
Granville Woods made the walkie-talkie
Lewis Latimer 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 straightenin 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

Like A Throttle Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
*snapping fingers and singing*
Ha ha, hah hah! Da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo

You wanna test me are you stupid?
Gotta be out of your FUCKIN mind
KRS-One is the DON, seen?
Come down Kenny Park-ah!!

Hahaha, you know
I don't know what your management be tellin you
I don't know what your producers be tellin you
But yo, you step this way
You're gettin PLAYED, out of position
So let me give you a little style

Check it out
Everytime KRS-One steps in the jam
The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out
That's it! None of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's
you either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics
But MC's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful
None of em lyrical but their ego is critical
Like I said I'm not a Muslim but to Allah I'm obedient
Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's CONVENIENT
And I've seen it!
Real Muslims praise Allah, and they mean it
Others are dreamin it with Sex Me and Do Me and
I'd rather listen to the Brand Nubians
You know it's funny everybody wants money
And material things from cars and chicken wings
When they sing, they sing for the cash
They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash
You get respect by bein creative
and yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta?
If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex?
If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check?
All of this is incorrect
First should always come respect
The charts are not equal to the respect of the people
Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble
They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model
Right on stage, you'll get a bottle
You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle

I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me
I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry
You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry
You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy
But I'm a Parker so I'll play you like Monopoly
Don't entertain the thought of droppin me
To think of me as anything less than your teacher
Crazy you got to be
These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly
You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle

The teacher will come, again and again and again and again
To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
So-when-their-lyrics-finish-KRS-One-just-begin
RIPPING up sucker teachers put their courage to an end
So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better
Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather
Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync
The lyrics I write, help me think
to guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face
And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
Just in case, get the FUCK out my face I run this place
You're lucky you're from the same race
A simple technique will keep you on beat
With the style from the street you compete with the elite
that's WEAK -- flashin gold and can't speak
I seek the direction of the brown complexion
So every year, I appear somewhere
that you hear my dear to get one thing clear
Whether on welfare or millionaire
Don't step to this here or you outta here
Allow me now to please change the gear
?And-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!?
?We come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?
Let's get back to the hip-hop
You come into the place you can't LOOK in my face
Cause the light is bright and I'm towering in height
See there are millions of stars in the sky
When the sun appears none are visible to the eye
Why, the reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly rock, until I'm done
and finished, and like the evening I'll fade
But when I return you'll cry for more shade
So check the dancestyle cause I am not
Softening up it's time that I rock and sing
Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!
But instead bring intellect pon ting
Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't tryin to hear that

Breath Control Ii Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
Hah, giddyap!
Ha ha ha hah..
Another dope dope dope style
by the massive BDP crew
Of course, I will now present to you
a different view, for 1990
Of course, eighty-nine is behind me
Check it out

It's called breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone, breath control A-LONE
Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone..

It's KRS-One, yes the t'cha
I wear Clarks and only Nike sneaker
In your speaker, is the new style
Dedicated to the intelligent child
In the front row, or behind me
We're gonna pull somebody file for the 90's
You want lyrics? We come correct
BDP, only movin with respect
The other MC's, they can't believe me
A when I rhyme it sound just like a CD
We don't lip-sync, we go all live
On stage, I bring about four or five
That's D-Nice, Sydney, and Melodie
And myself, Harmony, and Willie D
We come humble, we just grumble
while other MC's crew just crumble
They want DANCERS, they want lighting
They want effects, to make them look exciting
But it's frightening, cause without that
The whole crew, is whick whick whick whack
BDP comes, with the cheapest
and perform miracles like Jesus
The total respect, we achieve it
And the big head-liner can't believe it

It's called breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone, breath control A-LONE
Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone.. get ready for the break..

Ha ha ha ha ha hah..
Well the styles I, usually dish out
are so dope that you don't wanna miss out
We got PAGES, of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
as a reference, for any MC
that wanna test, K-R-S, O-N-E
Cause I've been watchin, these other rap groups
They walk around like they're some kinda big soup
You can't touch them, you only see them
in a arena or big coliseum
So when you watch them, for a second
Them sound NUTTIN like they do on record
Them sound cheesy, them sound wheezy
For twenty dollars boy you know them never please me
So I see this, and prevent this
It's like goin for a checkup at the dentist
Cause when you come to a BDP performance
The microphone, had better have endurance
Cause we'll check it, and then wreck it
And then the soundman has got to accept it

Because it's breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone, breath control A-LONE
Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone.. take it out..

House Nigga Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

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 stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house niggaz, 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 massa, 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 swimming pool
On a footstool, then I'll stop -- nope, April fools!
Whip out the baseball bat and somehow
March 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 niggaz neck
Another soft Unlce Tom crew is in check
Ego wrecked and rhymes corrected
By KRS-One, produced and directed

Build And Destroy Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[Kenny] Yeah.. whoo! Aiyyo Will?
[Will] Whassup Kenny?
[Kenny] I got a serious problem man
[Will] What's the problem?
[Kenny] Yo after all these years of rippin shit
These suckers still try to front!
[Will] But check this out we've been on tour
with everybody so I don't know why they frontin
[Kenny] Everybody!
Y'all be in every party I be in every jam
I see they faces and they look at me and front
[Will] They come to every show and know we
break shit up all the time
[Kenny] You know what.. yo Kris, what's your opinion?

[KRS-One]
Yo, I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me
Rearrange me, tame me, try to game me, you don't play me
When I grab the mic then SHOCK the party spot
Your rhymes are flip-flop, I'll rock, hip-hop
Non-stop, me nah stop rock
You CAN touch this, but you'll get shot
Now what's this all about? Kris and humanity
In my face you're happy, on vinyl you're mad at me
Yo, pro-blackness is your solution
But I don't really know about that style you using yo
Too many Teachers in the class spoil the class
After awhile you got blabbering fucking fools
That's worse than always talking about sex, let's build
It ain't enough to study Clarence 13X
The white man ain't the devil I promise
You want to see the devil take a look at Clarence Thomas
Now you're saying, "Who?" like you a owl
Throw in the towel, the devil is Colin Powell
You talk about being African and being black
Colin Powell's black, but Libya he'll attack
Libya's in Africa, but a black man
will lead a black man, to fight against his homeland
An accomplice to the devil is a devil too
The devil is anti-human, who the hell are you?
I lecture and rap without rehearsal
I manifest as a black man but I'm universal
The capital K, small R-I-S
Capital P, small A-R, capital K, small E-R
We are, the star
Without the use of a car we go far
I build and destroy!

[Kenny] Yeah Kris, serve em man, serve em!
[Will] Yo why're they so jealous of BDP?
[Kenny] I don't know Will.. yo don't get mad, get fresh man!
[Will] Word
[KRS] Don't ever try to challenge BDP!
[Kenny] Man.. just shut the fuck up and listen!

[KRS-One]
This shit is crazy! Your remarks don't faze me!
People have a problem with me, cause I ain't lazy
I talk on vinyl then I act
What have you done, besides critique KRS-One?
I create organizations
Without organization, there'll be no black nation
What the fuck are you really saying?
You ain't a human while your music's boomin anti-human
I'm assumin -- if you ain't human you're a beast
The white man could be the devil all the day, that's the least
What are you doing for yourself black man?
Trying hard to be the original man - who?
The first man, with the first tan, on the first land
with the first clan, who gives a damn???!
In history KRS is WELL advised
But it's something that my brain won't memorize
I don't base my whole life on memory
I base my life on my spirit and body chemistry
Africa is the home of humanity
Which makes the African a humanist, challenge me
You gotta learn not to be so concerned
with the original man, and see the criminal man, yeah!
The now man, with the now plan, with the now tan
with the right now genocide master plan
Damn! We gotta think about stopping this
God is not any black man on the land; God is conciousness
When you understand this you'll see Kris
Until then, you can get dissed
I'm not your prophet, messiah, minister, or savior
Chill with that ill behavior
I zero in like a laser
You're cuttin your wrists with a razor
I got all type of flavors
Yes I am the original teacher
You gotta study the Qu'ran, Torah, Bahavaghita
The Bible, Five Baskets of Buddha Zen
And when you've read them shits, READ them shits again!
But watch what you're repeatin
If you don't know the history of the author
you don't know what you're reading!
Yeah I'm still the original
Leaving MC's lyrically miserable
Their criminal syllables are minimal, show me respect BOY
Cause I build and destroy!

[Kenny] Now.. after all that
if anybody out there STILL got beef, check it out
We rip the lecture tours, we rip the beats
we rip the jams, we'll straight up rip that ass
knowhatI'msayin Will?
[Will] Word!
[KRS] Yeah it seems they all forgot
On the mic you'll get fucked up
In the clubs you'll get fucked up
Anywhere Bronx Brooklyn Queens Manhattan
Jersey Japan Staten Isle.. yo anywhere you'll get fucked up
Don't you know we live for the battle?
I'm outta here
Yo cut that beat off

Breath Control Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One] + [somebody beatboxing]
Let me tell you bout a crew I know [ba BUM BUM]
Called Boogie Down Productions and they steal the show [ba BUM BUM]
With DJ Scott LaRock and KRS-One
[ba-bum, ba-ba-bum, ba-bum-ba-bum-bababababababababa]
With D-Nice you know the job is done
and I know [boom-ba-bum] oh yes I know [ba-boom-ba-bum]
I know because I'm KRS-One, yo check this out

[beatbox continues in the background]

[KRS-One]
Breath control.. here's an example
I appeal, to the +Criminal Minded+
You can't find it, boy you're still blinded
Why don't you open your eyes and stop DISSIN
Get a prescription to listen
Sit in the class and ask real fast about a FRESH RAP
You're gettin left back, set back, kept back
Get back, I don't accept that material
Your rhymes are artificially flavored like cereal
I like clarity, so when you come here
speak clear and concise and then I might give
a little slack to.. nah, wait - I take that back
If you're wack, I'll slap, FUCK THAT!
Boogie Down Productions back, simply cause we never left
the radical sounds of KRS
What a mess, to roll up and then 'fess
Wild guess huh, you thought you were the best?
But - yup yup - as it always turns out
You get burned out, your rhymes just run out
I immediately come out, BOOMIN dope and
don't provoke, you're walkin a very thin rope
Not even rope, the word I'm lookin for is string
When I sing, I sing to try and bring
enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin it
Radio's fightin it, the fans be likin it
Your face I'm wipin it, cause your mouth is dirty
You're unworthy to THINK that you can serve me
You heard me? These styles are universal
You need rehearsal, wait, first I'll
beef up the system, rhyth, rhymin, timin, climbin
Then realizing
As producer of this dope record huh
I think it's time we break for a second

Breath control..

[KRS-One]
That's it, that's it, that's it
Break is over, back to the track
Resume attack, on the crews that are wack
We don't lack, I mean, we don't like
the played out styles when we're rockin the mic
The radical rebel at level fifteen
The amp only goes to ten, you know what I mean?
As it seems, it seems that you're doomed
Yes I'll boom and consume the WHOLE room
Not a part, not a fraction or a sum
but ALL, capital KRS-One
B-D-B-D-B-D-B-D-P
Takin MC's out constantly!
Because you're no big deal, you're no big wheel
You steal, come before me and kneel but
I'm not a king, I'm not a queen, I'm not a ace
I'm not a jack, I'm not a MC or a playboy
and I just ain't wack
I feel that you should get an understanding
You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming
Hypothetically, or in reality
Takin you out, is a SMALL technicality
Rhymes like these, or rhymes like THIS ONE
comes in handy, while I diss some
soft silly low budget sucker like yourself
I got the style you need, in my house on the shelf
labelled, sucker boy style
I like to do it every once in a while..