| My name is that top of all of those that mix
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| Turnin poetry into cash for eighty … seven
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| Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
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| But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
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| Go by, and why? |
| Cos they wasn’t fly
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| Others claim to be fresh
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| But they’re not KRS
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| I cannot walk around the street with my head in the clouds
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| Either runnin on my gear or havin colors too loud
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| Everything must coincide with the way I feel
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| And by the way, it’s Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel
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| So I take one step to adjust the mic
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| I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike
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| I like the funky beat
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| A studio like to meet
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| I write the crazy fresh lyrics
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| And I don’t eat meat
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| You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
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| Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew
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| Takin out MC’s on the 1, 2, 3
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| No matter who they claim to be in society
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| Because we know their games, we? |
| appall their? |
| ???
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| If they need a different style we can get? |
| large?
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| He’s I.C.U., he’s out to kill
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| I’m KRS and we get ill
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| DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat
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| The extravagant life is what we seek
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| I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact
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| I will live a long life and I don’t smoke crack
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| Captivatin the crowd 7 days a week
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| You know what they told me to say? |
| I got the dope beat
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| For me to say again another verse of my rhyme
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| Means what you heard before must’ve blew up your mind
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| So now it’s time to find poetry like mine
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| Do not waste all your time because I’m one-of-a-kind
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| Pullin out, easy goin cos the money be flowin
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| 6'4, brown eyes, and I’m always showin
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| Stupid MC’s on the mic the way it 'posed to be done
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| ?They? |
| study rhymes all week but I be rhymin for fun
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| When they lose they get upset, ?always? |
| pullin a gun
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| But they will snap out of that because I’m KRS-One
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| Not two, not three, but o-n-e
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| Get it right the first time I won’t repeat this rhyme
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| If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways
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| Keep in mind that I been out there from back in the days
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| I don’t brag about the people I know
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| Because they’re still bluffin, they’re not givin me nuthin
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| I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt
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| Cos no matter how you front it’s still the ones you want
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| See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion
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| Takin out you suckas while Scott LaRock is spinnin
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| My name is KRS-One, I’m still kinda young
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| I don’t wear Adidas cos my name ain’t Run
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| Got Nikes on my feet and to be complete
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| I can rock an American or reggae beat
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| Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and 90's
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| Not bein conceited but it won’t pay to try me Out to any feud, any battle, any reason
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| Make the rhymes up every season, this style, I’m just teasin
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| Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace
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| You’re way behind schedule, listen to what I’m tellin you
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| This particular style may vary,
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| The things I converse about are heard rarely
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| Some can’t bear me, others try to scare me Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent
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| You know what?
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| I.C.U. |
| is in the house…
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| Miss Melodie is in the house…
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| ?Lena? |
| Love is in the house…
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| D-Nice rocks the house…
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| ?Gold Miss? |
| ??? |
| rocks the house…
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| Flavis Walker turns em out…
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| ?42 Black? |
| knocks em out…
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| Til my mellow pulled his gun, rock the house…
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| ?Naughty? |
| bust it out…
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| McBoo turns it out…
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| Chuck Chillout cuts it up…
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| Red Alert breaks it out…
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| Scott LaRock Jr. my pride and joy…
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| KRS-One
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| His mother’s first son
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| And no? |
| he can? |
| never run…
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| ?BD…
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| ?BD…
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| Scott LaRock…
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| Scott LaRock |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope Beat , by - Boogie Down Productions. Song from the album Criminal Minded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп