Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song South Bronx , by - Boogie Down Productions. Release date: 28.04.2016
Song language: English
South Bronx |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my people at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my heart is at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| C’mon let’s bring it back |
| South South, Bronx |
| Raw rhymes for raw times |
| My albums are underground, but this blessing is all mine |
| And when it’s tour time, we open more minds |
| You need to rethink who you think is the «Greatest of All Time» |
| I got this -- I'm raw like Freddie Foxxx is Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground like Shock is Oh yes -- I know where the top is But I |
| 'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is My synopsis ain't pretty |
| I’d stay, off them plains and, out the city if I were you |
| Do what you gotta do But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou Diallo |
| Here’s what we gotta do, follow |
| I’ll put hip-hop in you if you’re hollow |
| Those that already filled, still take swallows |
| Goin over potholes with Tahoes |
| You don’t think +I+ know? |
| Huh! |
| I’m lookin at you right now |
| You ain’t dancin in the club, you in your car, sittin down |
| You in the crib, on the low |
| You got them headsets on the go You just saw me at the show oh you don’t know? |
| It’s the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow |
| Yo where them hoes at? |
| I don’t know |
| But wherever God at, I’ma go I give 'em a hard rap and a flow |
| That’s why when they call back for the show, with no video |
| We get up and go Yo where it started at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my people at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my heart is at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| C’mon let’s bring it back |
| South South, Bronx |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my people at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my heart is at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| C’mon let’s bring it back |
| South South, Bronx |
| Peep it out while I tell ya like this |
| In every single hood in the world I’m called Kris |
| It’s the, truth for ya, it’s the proof for ya My Cristal passes more bars than lawyers |
| The underground sound, this is not easily found |
| You don’t need no rings to be down |
| This is, past the platinum and gold |
| We already had 'em, it’s old |
| Here’s the truth if it be told, gather 'round |
| Philosopher style is known to be wild |
| If you only holdin them guns, who’s holdin your child? |
| You got to be thinkin you know that you shrinkin |
| When the art of Navigation has been reduced to a Lincoln |
| Change the dial! |
| I was free then and I’m free now |
| You free, runnin to MTV? |
| I don’t see how |
| You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin they cake |
| You know it ain’t about the art, it’s all about what they make |
| You know the radio’s late, you know they play what you hate |
| That’s why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape |
| You know the love of the cars and the rims |
| Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called sins |
| You know you got to pay for these spins |
| You know the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end |
| BO South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my people at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my heart is at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| C’mon let’s bring it back |
| South South, Bronx |
| I never was a king and I’m not the Pres |
| I’m a teacher like that reefer goin straight to your head |
| I’m a preacher tryin to bring my people back from the dead |
| I’m a leader tryin to keep you all away from the feds |
| You my sister I’ll be tryin to get you out of the bed |
| I’m a philospher sayin what has got to be said |
| I don’t fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead |
| Follow this dread, I’ll take you from A to Zed |
| Who am I? |
| Just a scholar called K-R-S |
| You can spend your money on others but they ain’t blessed |
| You can spend your money drugs and still be stressed |
| Look around for conscious rappes yo there ain’t none left |
| I’m holdin it downbetter yet I’m holdin up Waitin for some young buck to come and sip from the cup |
| And continue with the menu puttin new knowledge in you |
| I got a question and a lesson cause I know what you been through |
| But |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my people at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where it started at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my people at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| Yo where my heart is at? |
| South South, Bronx |
| C’mon let’s bring it back |
| South South, Bronx |
| The South South Bronx, boyeee |