Grand Concourse Benches

[Intro: KRS-One]

KRS…yeah, this is it right here

Let me warm up on this

Knowledge Reigns Supreme

[Chorus: KRS-One]

I’m a teacher to my people, they won’t leave me alone

With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah, we in the zone

Anytime I’m in the club, it’s like I’m really at home

You my family, so disrespect, well, we’ll let you know

What you sayin’?

“Squeezing this trigger like a silly bully” "Brrrrrrr"

[Verse 1: KRS-One]

You’re going deep with this brother, he don’t speak like no other

He keeps it undercover, only truth he will ever utter

The proof he discover, we use it for many others

That keep another to discover how they keep from not going under

The beat’s like no other, it’s heat like the summer

I was raised in the streets too but I wasn’t bein’ a runner

I wanted them beats that was butter, so I could toast ‘em while I utter

Another club thumper for the summer

I tagged KRS-ONE, uh, with rhymes like thunder

I propelled myself from right under gutter—what, sir?

I’m a wisdom and knowledge lover, a philosophical brother

With Alchemist here, I think we got another

[Chorus: KRS-One]

I’m a teacher to my people, they won’t leave me alone

With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah, we in the zone

Anytime I’m in the club, it’s like I’m really at home

You my family, so disrespect, well, we’ll let you know

This what you bumpin’ right now

“Squeezing this trigger like a silly bully” "Brrrrrrr"

[Verse 2: KRS-One]

I ain’t grow up in a mansion, I grew up in the street, sir

I wasn’t trying to be handsome, sexy or sweet, sir

I used to hang out ‘round Bleecker

By CBGB’s with the air tings with coke and reefer

I was houseless, looking for beats to

Heat the streets, for eat, money and sneakers

Sitting in West 4th eating a pizza

I visualized my whole life as The Teacher

Hip-hopper, showstopper, Glock cocker

Street philosopher, then I met DJ Scott La Rock, and uh

We formed Boogie Down Productions in ‘85

Hip-hop culture about to become politicized

Yeah, we them guys that see them lies

Like Buju said, ‘Seckle with your 45’

It ain’t no horsey ride, we’ve been in the trenches

I’m from 149th Street, Grand Concourse Benches

You don’t even know what tense is

Until rappers are claiming the top spot that KRS-ONE enters

(Just like…) I start taking ‘em out like dentures

Hittin’ ‘em in their ego, shocking their nerve centers

[Chorus: KRS-One]

I’m a teacher to my people, they won’t leave me alone

With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah, we in the zone

Anytime I’m in the club, it’s like I’m really at home

You my family, so disrespect, well, we’ll let you know

What you sayin’?

“Squeezing this trigger like a silly bully” "Brrrrrrr"

[Outro: KRS-One]

Knowledge Reigns Supreme

[Outro skit]