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[Ms. Melodie]
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Extra extra read all about it!
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KRS One's rhymes have been doubted
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Suckers stepped up and got MURDERED!!
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[KRS One]
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Pump pump pom pom POING!
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Yo this goes out to George Bush
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Get off my... diggi diggi diggi dick diggi diggi diggi dick
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Diggi diggi diggi dick... Margaret Thatcher
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Get off my... diggi diggi diggi dick diggi diggi diggi dick
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Diggi diggi diggi dick... Bensonhurst
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Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
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Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... De Klerk
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Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
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Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
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It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
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The master of the microphone is here and he's black
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Recitin poetry, beautifully articulated
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Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
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of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
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The styles they're doing, is from my old record
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They bought my album, for $8.99
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Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
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I don't mind because I'm here to show
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The lost MC's which way to go
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So here's my rep, to those that slept
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And didn't get the first concept in depth
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I am the manifestation of study
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NOT, the manifestation of money
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Therefore I advance through thought
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Not what's manufactured and bought
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Concentration, and calculation
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Goes into every song creation
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The first and second album rocked you
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Third album made you think and got through
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Didn't you think I knew?
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Number three, wasn't for the dance crew
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But it gave me a chance to see
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Who was REALLY down with BDP
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I set the warm milk, in the glass
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And the snakes came out the grass
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They don't realize I'm not confined
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Nor trapped by space and time
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I am a rebel, an overthrower
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Descendant of the black man Noah
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Radio DJ's, all around
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Constantly tell me how they are down
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To uplift Africa and unite black
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Yet they fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?_
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It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I just get loose
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And demonstrate the truth
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Many MC's can only rock the many
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But I rock a few with my brother Kenny
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>From twenty-thousand to ten I'm housin
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African culture is what I'm arousin
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In your consciousness, soul and body
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Pay attention while I rock the party
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Cause now I'm gonna show ya how the East Coast rocks
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Bumpin sucker MC's out the box
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Rockin the dreadlocks and the flattops
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I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop
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The new hip-hop, and get props
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Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott LaRock
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Spins in heaven, while the earth I rock
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MC's adopt, the styles I drop
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They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no direction
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So they wanna go pop
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Chasin the charts up and down like suckers
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Totally ignoring their sisters and brothers
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They're the ones to say you're number one
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Not chart position, so pick up the drum and hum
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Sing along, it's a poetry session
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Mathematically applied, no guessin
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I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked
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get your ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it
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Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, Kenny Parker on the
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mix!
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[Special K]
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Yes yes I'm Special K
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On New York's Two show on WBDP
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This is the brand new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions
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And it's off the Edutainment LP
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Wanna send a shout out to the BDP Posse
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Of course to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square
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And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D
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And of course me... seeya!
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Original Lyrics
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