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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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I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One |
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Proving 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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'Cause I can still tell what will sell |
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And would have sold without yelling 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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'Cause I'm too clever, however, 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, my voice is like a monster |
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And now a word from our sponsor |
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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, 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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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 missing |
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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, 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 |
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'Cause these others are my brothas and perfection we're achieving |
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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 |
