My Philosophy

But for now just sample

I'll play the nine

And you play the target

You all know my name so i guess i'll just start it

Or should i say, "start this"

I am an artist

Of new concepts at their hardest

Yo, cause i'm a teacher

And scot is a scholar

It ain't about money

Cause we all make dollars

That's why

I walk with my head up

When i hear wack rhymes

I get fed up

Rap is like a set-up

A lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names

I'm so-and-so

I'm this

I'm that

Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack

I'm not white or red or black

I'm brown

From the boogie down

Productions

Of course

Our music be thumpin'

Others say their bad

But they're buggin

Let me tell you somethin' now

About hip hop

About d-nice, melodie

And scot la rock

I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker

Mainly what i write is for the average new yorker

Some mc's be talkin' and talkin'

Tryin' to show how black people are walkin

But i don't walk this way to portray

Or reinforce

Stereotypes of today

Like all my brothas

Eatin' chicken and watermelon

Talk broken english and drug sellin'

See i'm tellin'

And teaching real facts

Now when some act in rap

Is kind of wack

And it lacks

Creativity and intelligence

But they don't care

'cause the company is sellin' it

It's my philosophy

On the industry

Don't bother dissin' me

Or even wish that we'd

Soften, dilute

'cause it's about time

One of y'all hear it

First-hand

From the intelligent

Brown man

A vegetarian

No goat or ham

Or chicken or turkey or hamburger

'cause to me that's suicide

Self-murder

Let us get back to what we call hip hop

And what it meant to dj scot la rock...

How many mc's must get dissed

Before somebody says, "don't f*** with kris!"

This is just one style

Out of many

Like a piggy bank

This is one penny

My brother's name is kenny

Kenny parker

My other brother i.c.u.

Is much darker

Boogie down productions

Is made up of teachers

The lecture is conducted

From the mic into the speaker

Who gets weaker?

The king or the teacher

It's not about a salary

It's all about reality

Teachers teach and do the world good

Kings just rule

And most are never understood

If you were to rule

Over a certain industry

**** right now

Would be in misery

No one would get along

Nor sing a song

'cause everyone'd be singing for the king

Am i wrong?!

So yo, what's up

It's me again

Scot la rock

Krs, bdp again

Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend

We're criminal minded

And only tend

Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records

No more than four minutes

And some seconds

The competition checks and checks

And keeps checkin'

They get the album

Take it home

And start sweatin'

Why? well it's simple

To them it's kind of vital

To take krs-one's title

To them i'm like an idol

Some type of entity

In everybody's rhyme

They wanna mention me?

Or rather mention us

Me or scot la rock

But they can get bust

Get robbed, get dropped

I don't play around

Nor do i f*** around

And you can tell by the bodies that are left around

When some clown jumps up to get beat down

Broken down to his very last compound

See how it sound?

A little unrational

A lot of mc's like to use the word

Dramatical!

Fresh for '88

You suckas...