Poetry

[Intro]

Get down

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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]

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Get— Get— Get— Get down

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[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]

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Get— Get— Get— Get down

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[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