It’s that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple
Ya suckaz don’t like me 'cause you’re all about nothin'
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
But their brain is not ready, I don’t know
You need a style, I need to pull your file
If this was a class, well, it would go right under drama
Sucka MC’s gotta wait while I translate
But how many times must I point you in the right direction
Because everything that flows from out my larynx
I write and produce myself just as fast
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
Page, a rage and I’m not in a cage
Don’t wanna be elected as the king of a record
I’ll see you folks around the way
It’s an all out discussion of the suckas I be crushin'
Although our lives have been so uprooted
See I am a musician
I mean this is not the best of KRS, it’s just a section
We’re not promoting violence, we’re just havin' some fun
Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense
It’s a shame to know some MC’s on the mic are fraud
Takes years of experience and bottles of beck’s
However, I’m really fascinating to the letter
Well versed, to rehearse and my rhymes are my curse
I’ve listened to these mc’s back when I was a kid
Criminal minded, you’ve been blinded
Never off-beat cause it don’t make sense
In other words we’re both criminal minded
Remember to let us into your skin
Don’t get frustrated cause nothin' has been traded
DJ Scott La rock has a college degree, Blast master KRS writes poetry
See I have the formula for rockin' the house
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Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
Ain’t here for no frontin' just to say a little somethin'
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this
Only activated, it came out very complicated
People with ambition and straight up musicians
So take each letter of the KRS-one
You waited, debated and now you activated
'Cause then you’ll begin, to master rhymin', rhymin', rhymin'
Especially when you’re not, college material
I won’t go deeper in the subject 'cause that gets me bored
'Cause girls look so good
Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled
Boogie down productions will always get paid
Wake up every morning to your lucky charms cereal
Originality come first but the suckers get worse
'Cause her mind is so steady, so here we go
Sayin' styles like this to create a diss
I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn’t have sex
On wax, relax, there’s 24 tracks
After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack
Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated
You look at me and laugh but this is your class
Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
But if you listen, who you dissin'?
Rappin' on the mic like this to me is fine
Means knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone
I’m cool, collected with the rhyme I directed
Talkin', big words on the mic but still irrelevant
A genius when it comes to making music with ambition
He’s Scott La rock, I’m KRS-one
Not separated, from my DJ you see my voice is now faded
Songwriters: S Larock, Lawrence Parker
We’ll take the wackiest song and make it better
I don’t beg favors, you’re kissing other people’s
You need protection, when I’m on the mic
A musical genius that could not be duplicated
Lookin' for a style like mine you can’t find it
Sayin' rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983
If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe
I’d rather talk to a woman
'Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
My all around performance gets better and better
They are the audience, I am the lyricist
See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
I’m not a musical maniac or boy fanatic
You can see that Scott La rock and I are mentally binded
So now you are awakened to the music I be makin'
The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E
Criminal minded
I’m not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician
You’re a king, I’m a teacher, you’re a boy, I’m a scholar
But I bust more shots than they ever did
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I’m livin' in a city known as New York state
Attractin' only women, got no time for little girls
Is it real or is it memorex?
Poetic education of a high altitude
I have it included, you all get zooted
An artist of the 80’s came and left his contribution