Poetry

[Intro] Get down Get down Get— Get down Get down [Verse 1] Well, now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson Class is in session, so you can stop guessing 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 dissing, but there's something that you're missing Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishing 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 teaching 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 missing it Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissing it [Interlude] Get— Get— Get down Get— Get— Get— Get— Get— Get— Get down Get down [Verse 2] Scott La Rock, innovating, decorating hip-hop The beat may drop, but not like all the others They just cover while I just smother Every single stupid mother— wait, wait, brother 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 sucker MC's and they're fearing it It's self-explanatory, no one's writing for me The poetry I'm rattling is really not for battling 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 something I say hypothetical because it's only theory My theory, so take a minute now to hear me [Interlude] Get— Get— Get— Get— Get— Get— Get down Get— Get— Get— Get down Get— Get— Get— Get— [Verse 3] So what's your problem? It seems you want to be KRS too From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack 'Cause 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 rocking 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 hoping That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up But everything'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 'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty Get it right, or train yourself not to bite 'Cause 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 [Outro] I'm teaching poetry I'm teaching poetry Scott La Rock We're teaching poetry