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[verse one]Let's beginwhat where why or whenwill all be explainedwhy destruction is a gamesee I'm not insanein fact I'm kind of rationalwhen I be askingyo who is more dramaticalthis one that onethe white one or the black onepick the punkand I'll jump up to attack oneKRS One is just the guy to lead a crewright up to your face and dis youeveryone saw me on the last album coverholding a pistolsomething far from a loverbeside my brotherS-C-O-TI just laughed'cause no one can defeat methis selection number twois "My Philosophy"number onewas "Poetry"you know it's meit's my philosophymany artists got to learnI'm not flammableI don't burnso please stop burnin'and learn to earn respect'cause that's just whatKR collectssee, what do you expectwhen you rhyme like a soft punkyou walk down the street and get jumpedyou got to have styleand learn to be originaland everybody's gonna wanna dis youlike mewe stood up for the South Bronxand every sucka mchad a responseyou think we care?I know that they are on the tipmy posse from the Bronx is thickand we're real livewe walk correctlya lot of suckas would like to forget mebut they can't'cause like a champI have got a recordof knocking out the frauds in a secondon the micI believe that you should get looseI haven't come to tell you I have juiceI just produce, create, innovate on a higher levelI'll be backbut for now just seckle[verse two]I'll play the nineand you play the targetyou all know my name so I guess I'll just start itor should I say, "Start this"I am an artistof new concepts at their hardestyo, cause I'm a teacherand Scot is a scholarit ain't about moneycause we all make dollarsthat's whyI walk with my head upwhen I hear wack rhymesI get fed uprap is like a set-upa lot of gamesa lot of suckas with colorful namesI'm so-and-soI'm thisI'm thathuh, but they all just wick-wick-wackI'm not white or red or blackI'm brownfrom the Boogie DownProductionsof courseour music be thumpin'others say their badbut they're bugginlet me tell you somethin' nowabout hip hopabout D-Nice, Melodie,and Scot La RockI'll get a pen, a pencil, a markermainly what I write is for the average New Yorkersome mc's be talkin' and talkin'tryin' to show how black people are walkinbut I don't walk this way to portrayor reinforcestereotypes of todaylike all my brothaseatin' chicken and watermelontalk broken english and drug sellin'see I'm tellin'and teaching real factsnow when some act in rapis kind of wackand it lackscreativity and intelligencebut they don't care'cause the company is sellin' itit's my philosophyon the industrydon't bother dissin' meor even wish that we'dsoften, dilute,or commercialize all our lyrics'cause it's about timeone of y'all hear itfirst-handfrom the intelligentbrown mana vegetarianno goat or hamor chicken or turkey or hamburger'cause to me that's suicideself-murderlet us get back to what we call hip hopand what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock...[verse three]How many mc's must get dissedbefore somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"this is just one styleout of manylike a piggy bankthis is one pennymy brother's name is KennyKenny Parkermy other brother I.C.U.is much darkerBoogie Down Productionsis made up of teachersthe lecture is conductedfrom the mic into the speakerwho gets weaker?the king or the teacherit's not about a salaryit's all about realityteachers teach and do the world goodkings just ruleand most are never understoodif you were to ruleover a certain industry**** right nowwould be in miseryno one would get alongnor sing a song'cause everyone'd be singing for the kingam I wrong?!so yo, what's upit's me againScot La Rock,KRS, BDP againmany people had the nerve to think we would end the trendwe're criminal mindedand only tendfunky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit recordsno more than four minutesand some secondsthe competition checks and checksand keeps checkin'they get the albumtake it homeand start sweatin'why? well it's simpleto them it's kind of vitalto take KRS-One's titleto them I'm like an idolsome type of entityin everybody's rhymethey wanna mention me?or rather mention usme or Scot La Rockbut they can get bustget robbed, get droppedI don't play aroundnor do I f*** aroundand you can tell by the bodies that are left aroundwhen some clown jumps up to get beat downbroken down to his very last compoundsee how it sound?a little unrationala lot of mc's like to use the wordDRAMATICAL!Fresh for '88you suckas...

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