Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word from Our Sponsor, artist - Boogie Down Productions. Album song Criminal Minded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Record label: B-Boy
Song language: English
Word from Our Sponsor |
This is a test |
Of the Boogie Down Production |
Prevention Against Sucka MC’s |
In the event of a real emergency |
You would have been instructed |
On which jams to play |
And how loud to blast your radio |
And now, a word from our sponsor |
Verse One: |
I’m from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One |
Provin that my job ain’t done until I get some |
More, no need to roar or yell |
Cos I can still tell what will sell |
And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll |
That style is old, so unfold |
Blossom, bloom, you got the room |
So go ahead and consume |
A new era, KRS-One comes better |
Bite another lyric? |
Never |
Cos I’m too clever, however |
I own my own label |
Partners with Scott LaRock, he’s on the turntable |
And partner Lee Smith |
I’m exercising a true gift just to uplift |
Hip-hop, hip-hop |
My voice is like a monster |
And now a word from our sponsor |
Verse Two: |
Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten |
I gotta start this rhyme again |
How many words can I find that rhyme |
And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time |
Not many but I have plenty |
Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any- |
One, any daughter, any son that comes my way |
Hey, you got to go the other way |
I represent my DJ Scott LaRock |
D-Nice, the beat box |
I only wear Nike’s, not Adidas or Reeboks |
Many people know me, yet I’m known by few |
My name is KRS-One, son |
Not two or three or four or five or six |
The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix |
Verse Three: |
Cool like the air we breathe |
Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail |
As sure as my name is Blastmaster KRS |
Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale |
From the days of prison I have uprisen |
To my family members I’m marked down as missin |
Listen, circumstances put me right in the street |
With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep |
Some weep, or should I rather say some cry |
Can’t get by so later on they die |
Because the strong will survive |
The weak will perish |
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish |
I love what I got and like what I had |
I’m glad, not sad, and I don’t even get mad |
I get even, myself and some others I believe in Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we’re achievin |
Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta |
Let me pause, and now a word from our sponsor |