| We’ll take the wackest song and make it better
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| Remember to let us into your skin
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| Cause then you’ll begin, to master
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| Rhymin rhymin rhymin
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| Verse One: KRS-One
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| Criminal minded, you’ve been blinded
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| Lookin for a style like mine you can’t find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist
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| Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this
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| Page, a rage, and I’m not in a cage
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| Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
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| Ain’t here for no frontin just to say a little somethin
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| Ya suckaz don’t like me cause you’re all about nothin
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| However, I’m really fascinating to the letter
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| My all-around performance gets better and better
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| My English grammar comes down like a hammer
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| You need a style, I need to pull your file
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| I don’t beg favors, you’re kissing other people’s ---
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| I write and produce myself just as fast
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| Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
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| Attractin only women, got no time for little girls
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| Cause girls look so good
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| but their brain is not ready, I don’t know
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| I’d rather talk to a woman
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| cause her mind is so steady, so here we go
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| I’m not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
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| I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
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| I’ve listened to these MC’s back when I was a kid
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| But I bust more shots than they ever did
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| I mean this is not the best of KRS, it’s just a section
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| But how many times must I point you in the right direction
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| You need protection, when I’m on the mic
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| Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe
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| You’re a king, I’m a teacher
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| You’re a b-boy, I’m a scholar
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| If this was a class, well it would go right under drama
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| See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
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| Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant
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| Especially when you’re not, college material
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| Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal
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| DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree
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| Blastmaster KRS writes poetry
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| I won’t go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored
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| It’s a shame to know some MC’s on the mic are fraud
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| Sayin styles like this to create a diss
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| But if you listen, who you dissin?
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| See I am a musician
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| Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine
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| Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
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| You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded
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| In other words we’re both Criminal Minded
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| Verse Two: KRS-One
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| We’re not promoting violence, we’re just havin some fun
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| He’s Scott LaRock, I’m KRS-One
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| Never off-beat cause it don’t make sense
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| Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense
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| You waited, debated, and now you activated
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| A musical genius that could not be duplicated
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| See I have the formula for rockin the house
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| If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth
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| It’s that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple
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| Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled
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| The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983
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| Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse
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| Originality come first but the suckers get worse
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| Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
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| Poetic education of a high altitude
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| I’m not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician
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| A genius when it comes to making music with ambition
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| I’m cool, collected with the rhyme I directed
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| Don’t wanna be elected as the king of a record
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| Just respected by others as the man with the solution
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| An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
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| on wax, relax, there’s 24 tracks
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| After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack
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| Because everything that flows from out my larynx
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| Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck’s
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| I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn’t have sex
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| Is it real or is it Memorex?
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| I’m livin in a city known as New York State
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| Sucka MC’s gotta wait while I translate
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| I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
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| People with ambition and straight up musicians
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| Although our lives have been so uprooted
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| I have it included, you all get zooted
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| So take each letter of the KRS-One
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| Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone
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| You look at me and laugh, but this is your class
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| It’s an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin
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| So now you are awakened to the music I be makin
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| Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated
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| Don’t get frustrated cause nothin has been traded
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| Only activated, it came out very complicated
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| Not separated, from my DJ
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| You see my voice is now faded
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| I’ll see you folks around the way
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| Criminal minded… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Criminal Minded , by - Boogie Down Productions. Song from the album Criminal Minded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп