Elementary

[Intro]

KRS-One

Scott La Rock, Scott La Rock

Scott La Rock, KRS-One

Scott La Rock, Scott La Rock

[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

Somethin' 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

Suckers wanna fake it, I just hate it

Bitin' routines or sayin' somethin' kinda weak

My words are comprehended every time I speak

I 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

'Cause I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns

Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone

If you take the first letter of what I just sung

You spell my name, KRS-One

It's elementary

[Interlude]

KRS-One

Scott LaRock

KRS-One

Scott LaRock

Elementary

KRS-One

Scott LaRock

KRS-One

Scott LaRock

[Verse 2]

DJ Scott LaRock and I, KRS One

A 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 a ride 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 wanna learn from me, don't waste time in burnin' me

'Cause 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

'Cause there's no other creative composition on display

To 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 La Rock (Go off, go off)

[Interlude]

Scott La Rock (Go off, go off)

Scott La Rock (Go off, go off)

Scott La Rock (Go off, go off)

Scott La Rock (Go off, go off)

Scott La Rock (Go off, go off)

Scott La Rock (Go off, go off)

Scott La Rock (Go off, go off)

Scott La Rock, La Rock, La Rock, Rock (Go off, go off)

[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 'cause 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 'cause you know I just rocked 'em

But gettin' into battles really isn't my thing

You're probably thinkin' these are the rhymes for the century

But please don't mention me, it's only elementary

[Outro]

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott, Scott La Rock

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott, Scott La Rock

Elementary

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott, Scott, Scott La Rock

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott La Rock

It's elementary

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott, Scott, Scott La Rock

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott La Rock

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott, Scott, Scott La Rock

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott La, Scott, Scott La Rock

KRS-One

Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott La Rock