Talk broken English and drug sellin'
And what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock
Like a piggy bank, this is one penny
So please stop burnin' and learn to earn respect
Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher
I'm not flammable, I don't burn
Holding a pistol something far from a lover
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games
On the mic, I believe that you should get loose
If you were to rule or govern a certain industry
Some MC's be talkin' and talkin'
See I'm tellin' and teaching real facts
But they can get bust, get robbed, get dropped
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
Right up to your face and dis you
I'm not white or red or black
Like me, we stood up for the South Bronx
Teachers teach and do the world good
'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?
I think very deeply
Pick the punk and I'll jump up to attack one
This is just one style, out of many
We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten
Beside my brother, S C O T T
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin'
You got to have style and learn to be original
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
In everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me?
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
When I hear wack rhymes I get fed up
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Or chicken or turkey or hamburger
But they can't, cause like a champ
I'll play the nine and you play the target
I'm brown from the Boogie Down
That's why I walk with my head up
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records
You're a philosopher?
I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second
And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man
It's my philosophy on the industry
See how it sounds? A little unrational
The way some act in rap is kind of wack
A lot of suckas would like to forget me
My other brother I.C.U. is much darker
My brother's name is Kenny that's, Kenny Parker
Songwriter: Lawrence Parker
Broken down to his very last compound
Let's begin, what, where, why, or when
Others say their bad, but they're buggin'
[Incomprehensible]
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars
It's not about a salary it's all about reality
Number one, was poetry you know it's me
See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it
But I don't walk this way to portray
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
And it lacks creativity and intelligence
Or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock
This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn
'Cause to me that's suicide self-murder
Like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon
The competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'
Productions, of course our music be thumpin'
To take KRS-One's title
A lot of MC's like to use the word dramatical
My posse from the Bronx is thick
Let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop
When I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"
To them I'm like an idol, some type of entity
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics
This is lecture number two, my philosophy
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
But they all just wick-wick-wack
You walk down the street and get jumped
About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
So, you're a philosopher?
Publisher: UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.
Why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital
'Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it
See, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk
Don't bother dissin' me or even wish that we'd
I think, I think, I think very deeply
I'll be back, but for now just seckle
In about four seconds the teacher will begin to speak
In about four seconds the teacher will begin to speak
In about four seconds the teacher will begin to speak
And we're real live, we walk correctly
'Cause that's just what KR collects
I haven't come to tell you I got juice
The lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker
Or reinforce stereotypes of today
You think we care? I know that they are on the tip
A vegetarian, no goat or ham
Kings just rule and most are never understood
A lot of suckas with colorful names
I don't play around nor do I F around
Yes, I think very deeply
They take the album, take it home, and start sweatin'
I think very deeply, I think very deeply
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers
But they don't care 'cause the company is sellin' it
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
And every sucka MC had a response
So yo, what's up, it's me again
No one would get along  nor sing a song
I think very deeply
Fresh for '88, you suckas
KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew
Of new concepts at their hardest
I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that
All inside this room right now would be in misery
Or should I say, "Start this," I am an artist
I just laughed, 'cause no one can defeat me
Let us get back to what we call hip hop
How many MC's must get dissed
Before somebody says, "Don't fuck with Kris"
Yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
No more than four minutes and some seconds
'Cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar