My Philosophy

So you're a philosopher

Yes yes yes yes

Yes

I think very deeply

I think very deeply

I think very deeply

I think I think I think very deeply

In about four seconds a teacher will begin to speak

I think I think very deeply

Let us begin what where why or when

Will all be explained like instructions to a game

See I'm not insane in fact I'm kind of rational

When I be asking you Who is more dramatical

This one or that one the white one or the black one

Pick the punk and I'll jump up to attack one

KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew

Right up to your face and dis you

Everyone saw me on the last album cover

Holding a pistol something far from a lover

Beside my brother S-C-O-T-T

I just laughed 'cause no one can defeat me

This is lecture number two My Philosophy

Number one was Poetry you know it's me

This is my philosophy many artists got to learn

I'm not flammable I don't burn

So please stop burnin' and learn to earn respect

'Cause that's just what KRS collects

See what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk

You walk down the street and get jumped

You got to have style and learn to be original

And everybody's gonna want to dis you

Like me we stood up for the South Bronx

And every sucker MC had a response

You think we care

I know that they are on the tip

My posse from the Bronx is thick

And we're real live

We roll correctly

A lot of suckas would like to forget me

But they can't

'Cause like a champ I have got a record

Of knocking out the frauds in a second

On the mic I believe that you should get loose

I haven't come to tell you I got juice

I just produce create

Innovate on a higher level

I'll be back but for now just seckle

I'll play the nine and you play the target

You all know my name

So I guess I'll just start it

Or should I say start this I am an artist

Of new concepts at their hardest

Yo 'cause I'm a teacher the Scott is a scholar

It ain't about money 'cause we all make dollars

That's why I walk with my head up

When I hear wack rhymes I get fed up

Rap is like a set-up a lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names

I'm so-and-so I'm this I'm that

Huh but they all just wick-wick-wack

I'm not white or red or black

I'm brown from the Boogie Down

Productions of course our music be thumpin'

Others say they're bad but they're buggin'

Let me tell you something now about hip-hop

About D-Nice Melodie and Scott LaRock

I'll get a pen a pencil a marker

Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker

Some MC's be talkin' and talkin'

Tryin' to show how black people are walkin'

But I don't walk this way to portray

Or reinforce stereotypes of today

Like all my bruthas eat chicken and watermelon

Talk broken English and drug sellin'

See I'm tellin' and teachin' real facts

The way some act in rap is kind of wack

And it lacks creativity and intelligence

But they don't care

Cause the company is sellin' it

It's my philosophy on the industry

Don't bother dissin' me or even wish that we'd

Soften dilute or commercialize all the lyrics

'Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it

And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man

A vegetarian no goat or ham

Or chicken or turkey or hamburger

'Cause to me that's suicide self murder

Let us get back to what we call hip-hop

And what it meant to DJ Scott LaRock

How many MC's must get dissed

Before somebody says Don't with Kris

This is just one style out of many

Like a piggy bank this is just one penny

My brother's name is Kenny that's Kenny Parker

My other brother I C U is much darker

Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers

The lecture is conducted from the mic into

The speakers

Who gets weaker The King or the teacher

It's not about a salary it's all about reality

Teachers teach and do the world good

Kings just rule and most were never understood

If you were to rule or govern a certain industry

All inside this room right now would be in misery

No one would get along nor sing a song

'Cause everyone'd be singin' for the King

Am I wrong

So yo what's up it's me again

Scott LaRock KRS BDP again

Many people had the nerve

To think we would end the trend

We're criminal minded an album which is only ten

Funky funky funky funky funky hit records

No more than four minutes and some seconds

The competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'

They take the album take it home and start sweatin'

Why Well it's simple to them it's kind of vital

To take KRS-One's title

To them I'm like an idol some kind of entity

In everybody's rhyme they want to mention me

Or rather mention us me or Scott LaRock

But they can get bust get robbed get dropped

I don't play around nor do I f around

And you can tell by the bodies that are left around

When some clown jumps up to get beat down

Broken down to his very last compound

See how it sounds A little unrational

A lot of MC's like to use the word dramatical

Fresh for 88

You suckas