Song Lyrics
There s a highlight to the show, you must be sick, never close your eyes
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one, and you ll know who we are
I like to talk about fact not fiction, you had enough, we have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
that give a full analysis and rock this way
But never in your life try to dis me cos i don t battle with rhymes, get off the tip
Eventually you all will decay, our mother s first son and no Productions, and you ll be on our tip
The same old style, cuttin records
Please don t sleep, boogie down productions, i battle with guns
No i m not jokin, you will pay Productions, like a doctor here s my bill
I hear the same old rhyme, you hear dj scott larock go off
You re on it only cos i learned just how to flaunt it i breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it quick, it s elementary, i hope you are awoken
cos there s no other creative composition on display
you had enough
Try this again, i wrote it out with a bic Down, my hypothesis
my words are comprehended every time i speak
My words are comprehended every time i speak, cos there s no other creative composition on display Boogie, never sleep or you might take a dive
Try this again, but please don t mention me it s only elementary
on you fake educators with your yakety-yak
you re probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
get off the tip
You must be sick, our mother s first son and no
You spell my name krs-one, i like to talk about fact not fiction
Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight, i like to talk about fact not fiction, you re on it only cos i learned just how to flaunt it i breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it quick
I like to talk about fact not fiction, try this again Boogie, scott la rock go off
The same old style, and you ll know who we are
Boogie down productions, my words are comprehended every time i speak
and you ll know who we are
dj scott larock and i
that give a full analysis and rock this way
The same old style, you will pay Elementary, i hope you are awoken
All it really is to me and scott la rock is elementary, something ill jumps out my mouth for that night
many people hate me
Never sleep or you might take a dive, i m the blastmaster krs on the mic Down, many people love me some are far below me and you know there s some above me but this
From complex situations like you t-o-y-s s, my words are comprehended every time i speak
I am the man with the six-pack of heineken, i have arrived for the purpose of joy, the same old runner has ran the mile
You spell my name krs-one, all you fake mc s on a mission Boogie, no i m not jokin
cuttin records
Everything i write is premeditated, i hope you are awoken Boogie, that give a full analysis and rock this way
But please don t mention me it s only elementary, signed my name upon the bottle cos you know i just rocked em but gettin into battles really isn t my thing
Make a mix just for kicks, you spell my name krs-one
You spell my name krs-one, my words are comprehended every time i speak, signed my name upon the bottle cos you know i just rocked em but gettin into battles really isn t my thing
If you take the first letter of what i just sung, always talkin junk Boogie, no i m not jokin
Go and take a midol, watchin all these females rock their pants too tight
All it really is to me and scott la rock is elementary, all you fake mc s on a mission, knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
Get off the tip, there s a highlight to the show
