Verse 1
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D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
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D-Square, he's down with us
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Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
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I.C.U., you know he's down with us
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D-Nice and McBoo, they're down with us
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Ms. Melodie, she's down with us
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Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us
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My manager Moe, he's down with us
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Castle-D boy, he's down with us
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D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
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Robocop boy, he's down with us
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Makin' funky music is a must
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I'm number one.
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People still takin' rappin' for a joke
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A passing hope or a phase with a rope
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Sometimes I choke and try to believe
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when I get challenged by a million MCs
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I try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
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My album was raw because no-one would ever
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think like I think and do what I do
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I stole the show, and then I leave without a clue
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What do you think makes up a KRS?
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Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking?
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Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
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Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
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not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
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causing me to take long trips
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I'm the original teacher of this type of style
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Rockin' off-beat with a smile
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or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to
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BDP Posse so I love to
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step in the jam and slam
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I'm not Superman, because anybody can
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or should be able to rock off turntables
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Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
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But here's where the problem starts, no heart
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Because of that a lot of groups fell apart
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Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School
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cuz Rap is still a brand-new tool
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I say no-one's from the Old School cuz Rap on a whole
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isn't even twenty years old
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Fifty years down the line, you can start this
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cuz we'll be the Old School artists
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And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme
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A brand-new style, ruthless and wild
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Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun
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cuz even then, I'm still number one.
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Verse 2
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Blastmaster KRS-One of course
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comes to express with style the lost
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ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present
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Knock, knock, who is it?
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A brand-new style, hup, time to change
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People talk about me when they see me on stage
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Live in action, guaranteed raw
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I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
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Now tomorrow you can say you saw
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KRS-One stompin' once more
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I play by ear, I love to steer
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the Alfa Romeo from here to there
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I grab the beer, but not in the ride
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cuz I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
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I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
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My album is sellin' because of my vocals
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You know what you need to learn?
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Old School artists don't always burn
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You're just another rapper who's had his turn
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Now it's my turn, and I am concerned
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about idiots posing as kings
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What are we here to rule?
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I thought we were supposed to sing
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And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach
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Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak
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KRS-One is something like a total renegade
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except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
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Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
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Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
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not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
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by bringin' out the truth in a song
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So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
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made a little noise cuz the crew was sayin' somethin'
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People have the nerve to take me for a gangster
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An ignorant one, something closer to a prankster
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Doin' petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary
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But in a scale of crime that's really elementary
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This beat is now compelling me to explain in silence
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why my last jam was so violent
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It's simple: BDP will teach reality
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No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free
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So now you know, a poet's job is never done
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But I'm never overworked, cuz I'm still number one.
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Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us
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Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us
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Stetsasonic, they're down with us
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Dana Dane, he's down with us
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Sleeping Bag Records, they're down |