Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poetry, artist - Boogie Down Productions.
Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Song language: English
Poetry |
Well now you’re forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson |
Class is in session so you can stop guessin |
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 dissin but there’s somethin that you’re missin |
Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishin |
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 teachin |
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 missin it Your face is in front of my hand so I’m dissin it Verse Two: KRS-One |
Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop |
The beat may drop but not like all the others |
They just cover while I just smother |
Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha |
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 sucka MC’s and they’re fearin it It’s self-explanatory, no one’s writin for me The poetry I’m rattlin is really not for battlin |
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 somethin |
I say hypothetical because it’s only theory |
My theory, so take a minute now to hear me Verse Three: KRS-One |
So what’s your problem? |
It seems you want to be KRS-Two |
From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack |
Cos 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 rockin 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 hopin |
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 LaRock by my side, not in back of me Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty |
Get it right, or train yourself not to bite |
Cos 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 |
I’m teaching poetry |
I’m teaching poetry |
Scott LaRock |
We’re teaching po-e-try |