This is a test Of the Boogie Down Production Prevention Against Sucka MC's In the event of a real emergency You would have been instructed On which jams to play And how loud to blast your radio And now, a word from our sponsor I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One Proving that my job ain't done until I get some More, no need to roar or yell 'Cause I can still tell what will sell And would have sold without yelling over a drum roll That style is old, so unfold Blossom, bloom, you got the room So go ahead and consume A new era, KRS-One comes better Bite another lyric? Never 'Cause I'm too clever, however, I own my own label Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable And partner Lee Smith I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift Hip-hop, hip-hop, my voice is like a monster And now a word from our sponsor Two, three, four, five, ***, seven, eight, nine, ten I gotta start this rhyme again How many words can I find that rhyme? And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time Not many but I have plenty Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any One, any daughter, any son that comes my way Hey, you got to go the other way I represent my DJ Scott LaRock, D-Nice, the beat box I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks Many people know me, yet I'm known by few My name is KRS-One, son Not two or three or four or five or six The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix Cool like the air we breathe Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail As sure as my name is 'Blastmaster KRS' Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale From the days of prison I have uprisen To my family members I'm marked down as missing Listen, circumstances put me right in the street With the will to survive, get paid, eat and sleep Some weep or should I rather say some cry Can't get by so later on they die Because the strong will survive, the weak will perish Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish I love what I got and like what I had I'm glad, not sad and I don't even get mad I get even, myself and some others I believe in 'Cause these others are my brothas and perfection we're achieving Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta Let me pause and now a word from our sponsor
This is a test Of the Boogie Down Production Prevention Against Sucka MC's In the event of a real emergency You would have been instructed On which jams to play And how loud to blast your radio And now, a word from our sponsor I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One Proving that my job ain't done until I get some More, no need to roar or yell 'Cause I can still tell what will sell And would have sold without yelling over a drum roll That style is old, so unfold Blossom, bloom, you got the room So go ahead and consume A new era, KRS-One comes better Bite another lyric? Never 'Cause I'm too clever, however, I own my own label Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable And partner Lee Smith I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift Hip-hop, hip-hop, my voice is like a monster And now a word from our sponsor Two, three, four, five, ***, seven, eight, nine, ten I gotta start this rhyme again How many words can I find that rhyme? And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time Not many but I have plenty Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any One, any daughter, any son that comes my way Hey, you got to go the other way I represent my DJ Scott LaRock, D-Nice, the beat box I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks Many people know me, yet I'm known by few My name is KRS-One, son Not two or three or four or five or six The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix Cool like the air we breathe Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail As sure as my name is 'Blastmaster KRS' Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale From the days of prison I have uprisen To my family members I'm marked down as missing Listen, circumstances put me right in the street With the will to survive, get paid, eat and sleep Some weep or should I rather say some cry Can't get by so later on they die Because the strong will survive, the weak will perish Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish I love what I got and like what I had I'm glad, not sad and I don't even get mad I get even, myself and some others I believe in 'Cause these others are my brothas and perfection we're achieving Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta Let me pause and now a word from our sponsor
