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