Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elementary, artist - Boogie Down Productions.
Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Song language: English
Elementary |
I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style |
The same old runner has ran the mile |
See I don’t know exactly what you know |
But what I know is that stuff gotta go |
Usually when I pick up the mic |
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night |
I like to talk about fact not fiction |
I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen |
Everything I write is premeditated |
Suckers wanna fake it, I just hate it |
Biting routines or saying something kinda weak |
My words are comprehended every time I speak |
I have spoken, no I’m not joking |
Please don’t sleep, I hope you are awoken |
Stop! |
Try this again, you had enough? |
Say when |
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken |
I get tipsy |
But never in your life try to dis me |
Cos I don’t battle with rhymes, I battle with guns |
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone |
If you take the first letter of what I just sung |
You spell my name KRS One |
It’s elementary |
DJ Scott LaRock and I, KRS One |
A mother’s first son and no, we’ll never run |
From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's |
Always talking junk, yet in jail, you’re rocking dresses |
I have a ride for the purpose of joy |
Unlike any ordinary Bronx B-Bboy |
I will volunteer my services and launch an attack |
On you fake educators with your yakety-yak |
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh |
Consistently hounded by you MC pests |
If you really want to learn from me |
Don’t waste time in burning me |
Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me |
I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive |
Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive |
Many people hate me, many people love me |
Some are far below me |
And you know there’s some above me |
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story |
All you fake MC’s on a mission, you bore me |
I’m the Blastmaster KRS on the mic |
Watching all these females rock their pants too tight |
Cos there’s no other creative composition on display |
To give a full analysis and rock this way |
You will pay, eventually you all will decay |
While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play |
Cutting records, driving cars, and you’ll know who we are |
Make a mix just for kicks |
And you’ll be on our tip |
And, oh yes, there’s a highlight to the show, of course |
You hear DJ Scott La Rock (Go off! Go off!) |
Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title |
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol |
We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment |
You have arrived to make up for unemployment |
You’re on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it |
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it quick |
Get off the tip, trick, you must be sick |
Like a doctor here’s my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic |
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked 'em |
But getting into battles really isn’t my thing |
You’re probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century |
But please don’t mention me, it’s only elementary |