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Verse One: KRS One
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Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson
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Class is in session so you can stop guessin
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If this is a tape or a written down memo
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See I am a professional this is not a demo
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In fact call it a lecture a visual picture
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Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture
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Listen I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin
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Maybe you should touch reality stop wishin
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For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste
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If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest
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I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it
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It takes concentration for fresh communication
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Observation, that is to see without speaking
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Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin
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a class, or rather school, cause you need schooling
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I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling
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This is an introduction to poetry
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A small dedication to those that might know of me
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They might know of you and maybe your gang
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But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang
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Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow
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Say something now ... thought so
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You seem to be the type that only understand
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The annihilation and destruction of the next man
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That's not poetry, that is insanity
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It's simply fantasy far from reality
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Poetry is the language of imagination
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Poetry is a form of positive creation
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Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it
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Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it
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Verse Two: KRS-One
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Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop
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The beat may drop but not like all the others
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They just cover while I just smother
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Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha
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KRS-One will have to show another
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MC or self-proclaimed king or queen
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Or gang or crew or solo or team
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That I mean
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Business
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So tell me what is this?
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See I come from the Bronx so just kiss this
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Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment
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The antidote for sucka MC's and they're fearin it
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It's self-explanatory, no one's writin for me
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The poetry I'm rattlin is really not for battlin
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But if you want I will simply change the program
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So when I'm done you will simply say "damn"
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So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical
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Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin
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I say hypothetical because it's only theory
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My theory, so take a minute now to hear me
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Verse Three: KRS-One
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So what's your problem?
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It seems you want to be KRS-Two
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From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack
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Cos KRS-One means simply one KRS
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That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less
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I've built up my credential financially and mental
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Anytime I rhyme I request the instrumental
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I speak clearly and that's merely
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Or should I say a mere, help to my career
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I'm really not into fashion or craze
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Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise
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You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy
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Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me
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But what a pity, I'm rockin New York City
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And everywhere else, you put the jams on the shelf
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You as an amateur is outspoken
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I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hopin
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That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up
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But everything's live that's why I don't dress up
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"Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh"
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I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test
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Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
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Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
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Get it right, or train yourself not to bite
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Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it
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I do not contemplate a battle cause it really ain't worth it
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I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it
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I'm teaching poetry
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I'm teaching poetry
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Scott LaRock
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We're teaching po-e-try
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Poetry
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Boogie Down Productions |