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Verse 1D.J. Doc you know he's down with usD-Square, he's down with usKeyboard Money Mike, is down with usI.C.U., you know he's down with usD-Nice and McBoo, they're down with usMs. Melodie, she's down with usJust-Ice and DMX, they're down with usMy manager Moe, he's down with usCastle-D boy, he's down with usD.J. Red Alert, he's down with usRobocop boy, he's down with usMakin' funky music is a mustI'm number one.People still takin' rappin' for a jokeA passing hope or a phase with a ropeSometimes I choke and try to believewhen I get challenged by a million MCsI try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"My album was raw because no-one would everthink like I think and do what I doI stole the show, and then I leave without a clueWhat do you think makes up a KRS?Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking?Ridiculous bass, aggravating trebleRebel, renegade, must stay paidnot by financial aid, but a raid of hitscausing me to take long tripsI'm the original teacher of this type of styleRockin' off-beat with a smileor smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up toBDP Posse so I love tostep in the jam and slamI'm not Superman, because anybody canor should be able to rock off turntablesGrab the mic, plug it in and beginBut here's where the problem starts, no heartBecause of that a lot of groups fell apartRap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old Schoolcuz Rap is still a brand-new toolI say no-one's from the Old School cuz Rap on a wholeisn't even twenty years oldFifty years down the line, you can start thiscuz we'll be the Old School artistsAnd even in that time, I'll say a rhymeA brand-new style, ruthless and wildRunnin' around spendin' money, havin' funcuz even then, I'm still number one.Verse 2Blastmaster KRS-One of coursecomes to express with style the lostways of rhyming, old and new, past and presentKnock, knock, who is it?A brand-new style, hup, time to changePeople talk about me when they see me on stageLive in action, guaranteed rawI hang with the rich and I work for the poorNow tomorrow you can say you sawKRS-One stompin' once moreI play by ear, I love to steerthe Alfa Romeo from here to thereI grab the beer, but not in the ridecuz I'm not stupid, I don't drink and driveI'm not a beginner, amateur or localMy album is sellin' because of my vocalsYou know what you need to learn?Old School artists don't always burnYou're just another rapper who's had his turnNow it's my turn, and I am concernedabout idiots posing as kingsWhat are we here to rule?I thought we were supposed to singAnd if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teachMany of you are educated, open your mouth and speakKRS-One is something like a total renegadeexcept I don't steal, I rhyme to get paidAirplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'not to escape, but hit the problem head-onby bringin' out the truth in a songSo BDP, short for Boogie Down Productionsmade a little noise cuz the crew was sayin' somethin'People have the nerve to take me for a gangsterAn ignorant one, something closer to a pranksterDoin' petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiaryBut in a scale of crime that's really elementaryThis beat is now compelling me to explain in silencewhy my last jam was so violentIt's simple: BDP will teach realityNo beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is FreeSo now you know, a poet's job is never doneBut I'm never overworked, cuz I'm still number one.Kool Moe Dee, he's down with usEric B. and Rakim, they're down with usStetsasonic, more free lyrics