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  • Boogie Down Productions
    Criminal Minded
    Elementary
    Verse 1:
    I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style
    The same old runner has ran the mile
    See, i don't know exactly what you know
    But what i know is that stuff gotta go
    Usually when i pick up the mic
    Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night
    I like to talk about fact not fiction
    I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen
    Everything i write is premeditated
    Suckas wanna fake it, i just hate it
    Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak
    My words are comprehended every time i speak
    Or have spoken, no i'm not jokin
    Please don't sleep, i hope you are awoken
    Stop! try this again, you had enough? say when
    I am the man with the six-pack of heineken
    I get tipsy
    But never in your life try to dis me
    Cos i don't battle with rhymes, i battle with guns
    Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
    If you take the first letter of what i just sung
    You spell my name "krs-one"
    It's elementary
    Elementary
    Verse 2:
    Dj scott larock and i: krs-one
    Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run
    From complex situations like you t-o-y-s's
    Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
    I have arrived for the purpose of joy
    Unlike any ordinary bronx b-boy
    I will volunteer my services and launch an attack
    On you fake educators with your yakety-yak
    This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
    Consistently hounded by you mc pests
    If you really want to learn from me
    Don't waste time in burnin me
    Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me
    I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive
    Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
    Many people hate me, many people love me
    Some are far below me
    And you know there's some above me
    But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story
    All you fake mc's on a mission, you bore me
    I'm the blastmaster krs on the mic
    Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight
    Cos there's no other creative composition on display
    That give a full analysis and rock this way
    You will pay, eventually you all will decay
    While the dj scott larock will continue to play
    Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are
    Make a mix just for kicks
    And you'll be on our tip
    And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course
    You hear dj scott larock (go off! go off!)
    (scott la rock) (go off! go off!) x8
    Verse 3:
    Boogie down productions, no reduction to its title
    If you have a headache, toys, go and take a midol
    We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
    You have arrived to make up for unemployment
    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, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick
    Like a doctor here's my bill, i wrote it out with a bic
    Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know i just rocked em
    But gettin into battles really isn't my thing
    You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
    But please don't mention me
    It's only elementary
    Elementary
    All it really is to me and scott la rock...is elementary
    Elementary
    Elementary
  • Boogie Down Productions
    Criminal Minded
    Elementary
    Verse 1:
    I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style
    The same old runner has ran the mile
    See, i don't know exactly what you know
    But what i know is that stuff gotta go
    Usually when i pick up the mic
    Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night
    I like to talk about fact not fiction
    I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen
    Everything i write is premeditated
    Suckas wanna fake it, i just hate it
    Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak
    My words are comprehended every time i speak
    Or have spoken, no i'm not jokin
    Please don't sleep, i hope you are awoken
    Stop! try this again, you had enough? say when
    I am the man with the six-pack of heineken
    I get tipsy
    But never in your life try to dis me
    Cos i don't battle with rhymes, i battle with guns
    Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
    If you take the first letter of what i just sung
    You spell my name "krs-one"
    It's elementary
    Elementary
    Verse 2:
    Dj scott larock and i: krs-one
    Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run
    From complex situations like you t-o-y-s's
    Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
    I have arrived for the purpose of joy
    Unlike any ordinary bronx b-boy
    I will volunteer my services and launch an attack
    On you fake educators with your yakety-yak
    This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
    Consistently hounded by you mc pests
    If you really want to learn from me
    Don't waste time in burnin me
    Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me
    I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive
    Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
    Many people hate me, many people love me
    Some are far below me
    And you know there's some above me
    But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story
    All you fake mc's on a mission, you bore me
    I'm the blastmaster krs on the mic
    Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight
    Cos there's no other creative composition on display
    That give a full analysis and rock this way
    You will pay, eventually you all will decay
    While the dj scott larock will continue to play
    Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are
    Make a mix just for kicks
    And you'll be on our tip
    And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course
    You hear dj scott larock (go off! go off!)
    (scott la rock) (go off! go off!) x8
    Verse 3:
    Boogie down productions, no reduction to its title
    If you have a headache, toys, go and take a midol
    We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
    You have arrived to make up for unemployment
    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, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick
    Like a doctor here's my bill, i wrote it out with a bic
    Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know i just rocked em
    But gettin into battles really isn't my thing
    You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
    But please don't mention me
    It's only elementary
    Elementary
    All it really is to me and scott la rock...is elementary
    Elementary
    Elementary