I'm Still #1

[Intro]

D.J. Doc you know he's down with us

D-Square, he's down with us

Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us

I.C.U., you know he's down with us

D-Nice and McBoo, they're down with us

Ms. Melodie, she's down with us

Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us

My manager Moe, he's down with us

Castle-D boy, he's down with us

D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us

Robocop boy, he's down with us

Makin' funky music is a must

I'm number one

[Verse 1]

People still takin' rappin' for a joke

A passing hope or a phase with a rope

Sometimes I choke and try to believe

When I get challenged by a million MCs

I try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"

My album was raw because no one would ever

Think like I think and do what I do

I stole the show, and then I leave without a clue

What do you think makes up a KRS?

Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking?

Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble

Rebel, renegade, must stay paid

Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits

Causing me to take long trips

I'm the original teacher of this type of style

Rockin' off-beat with a smile

Or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to

BDP Posse so I love to

Step in the jam and slam!

I'm not Superman, because anybody can

Or should be able to rock off turntables

Grab the mic, plug it in and begin

But here's where the problem starts, no heart

Because of that a lot of groups fell apart

Rap is still an art, and no one's from the Old School

'Cause Rap is still a brand-new tool

I say no one's from the Old School 'cause Rap on a whole

Isn't even twenty years old

Fifty years down the line, you can start this

'Cause we'll be the Old School artists

And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme

A brand-new style, ruthless and wild

Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun

'Cause even then, I'm still number one

[Verse 2]

Blastmaster KRS-One of course

Comes to express with style the lost

Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present

Knock, knock, who is it?

A brand-new style, hup, time to change

People talk about me when they see me on stage

Live in action, guaranteed raw

I hang with the rich and I work for the poor

Now tomorrow you can say you saw

KRS-One stompin' once more

I play by ear, I love to steer

The Alfa Romeo from here to there

I grab the beer, but not in the ride

'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive

I'm not a beginner, amateur, or local

My album is sellin' because of my vocals

You know what you need to learn?

Old School artists don't always burn

You're just another rapper who's had his turn

Now it's my turn, and I am concerned about idiots posing as kings

What are we here to rule? I thought we were supposed to sing

And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach

Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak

KRS-One is something like a total renegade

Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid

Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'

Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'

Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on

By bringin' out the truth in a song

So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions

Made a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'

People have the nerve to take me for a gangster

An ignorant one, something closer to a prankster

Doin' petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary

But in a scale of crime that's really elementary

This beat is now compelling me to explain in silence

Why my last jam was so violent

It's simple: BDP will teach reality

No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free

So now you know, a poet's job is never done

But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still number one

[Outro]

Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us

Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us

Stetsasonic, they're down with us

Dana Dane, he's down with us

Sleeping Bag Records, they're down with us

My lawyer Jay, he's down with us

Jive/RCA is down with us

Makin' funky music is a must

I'm number one