10/28/08

BDP - My Philosophy

JUUUUUUUST in case you forgot...


Lets begin, what, where, why, or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See Im not insane, in fact, Im 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 Ill 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 its me
This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn
Im not flammable, I dont burn
So please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect
cause thats just what kr 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 everybodys gonna wanna diss you
Like me, we stood up for the south bronx
And every sucka mc had a response
You think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the bronx is thick
And were real live, we walk correctly
A lot of suckas would like to forget me
But they cant, 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 havent come to tell you I have juice
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
Ill be back, but for now just seckle!

[verse two]
Ill play the nine and you play the target
You all know my name so I guess Ill just start it
Or should I say, start this, I am an artist
Of new concepts at their hardest
Cause, yo, Im a teacher and scott is a scholar
It aint about money cause we all make dollars
Thats 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
Im so-and-so, Im this, Im that
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack
Im not white or red or black
Im brown.. from the boogie down
Productions, of course our music be thumpin
Others say their bad, but theyre buggin
Let me tell you somethin now about hip hop
About d-nice, melodie, and scott la rock
Ill get a pen, a pencil, a marker
Mainly what I write is for the average new yorker
Some mcs be talkin and talkin
Tryin to show how black people are walkin
But I dont walk this way to portray
Or reinforce stereotypes of today
Like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon
Talk broken english and drug sellin
See Im tellin, and teaching real facts
The way some act in rap is kind of wack
And it lacks creativity and intelligence
But they dont care cause the company is sellin it
Its my philosophy, on the industry
Dont bother dissin me, or even wish that wed
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics
Cause its about time one of yall 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 thats suicide self-murder
Let us get back to what we call hip hop
And what it meant to dj scott la rock...

[verse three]
How many mcs must get dissed
Before somebody says, dont f*** with kris!
This is just one style, out of many
Like a piggy bank, this is one penny
My brothers name is kenny - thats, 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 speaker
Who gets weaker? the king or the teacher
Its not about a salary its all about reality
Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule and most are 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 everyoned be singing for the king, am I wrong? !
So yo, whats up, its me again
Scott la rock, krs, bdp again
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
Were 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 buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin
Why? well its simple, to them its kind of vital
To take krs-ones title
To them Im like an idol, some type of entity
In everybodys rhyme they wanna mention me?
Or rather mention us, me or scott la rock
But they can get bust get robbed, get dropped
I dont 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 mcs like to use the word dramatical!
Fresh for 88, you suckaaaaaaas!

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