| This is a test
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| Of the Boogie Down Production
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| Prevention Against Sucka MC’s
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| In the event of a real emergency
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| You would have been instructed
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| On which jams to play
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| And how loud to blast your radio
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| And now, a word from our sponsor
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| Verse One:
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| I’m from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One
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| Provin that my job ain’t done until I get some
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| More, no need to roar or yell
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| Cos I can still tell what will sell
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| And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll
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| That style is old, so unfold
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| Blossom, bloom, you got the room
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| So go ahead and consume
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| A new era, KRS-One comes better
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| Bite another lyric? |
| Never
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| Cos I’m too clever, however
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| I own my own label
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| Partners with Scott LaRock, he’s on the turntable
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| And partner Lee Smith
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| I’m exercising a true gift just to uplift
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| Hip-hop, hip-hop
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| My voice is like a monster
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| And now a word from our sponsor
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| Verse Two:
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| Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten
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| I gotta start this rhyme again
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| How many words can I find that rhyme
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| And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time
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| Not many but I have plenty
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| Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any-
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| One, any daughter, any son that comes my way
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| Hey, you got to go the other way
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| I represent my DJ Scott LaRock
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| D-Nice, the beat box
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| I only wear Nike’s, not Adidas or Reeboks
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| Many people know me, yet I’m known by few
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| My name is KRS-One, son
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| Not two or three or four or five or six
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| The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix
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| Verse Three:
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| Cool like the air we breathe
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| Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
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| As sure as my name is Blastmaster KRS
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| Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale
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| From the days of prison I have uprisen
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| To my family members I’m marked down as missin
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| Listen, circumstances put me right in the street
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| With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep
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| Some weep, or should I rather say some cry
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| Can’t get by so later on they die
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| Because the strong will survive
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| The weak will perish
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| Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
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| I love what I got and like what I had
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| I’m glad, not sad, and I don’t even get mad
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| I get even, myself and some others I believe in Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we’re achievin
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| Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta
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| Let me pause, and now a word from our sponsor |