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