Elementary Lyrics
| Song | Elementary |
| Artist | Boogie Down Productions |
| Album | Criminal Minded |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1： | |
| I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style | |
| The same old runner has ran the mile | |
| See, i don't know exactly what you know | |
| But what i know is that stuff gotta go | |
| Usually when i pick up the mic | |
| Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night | |
| I like to talk about fact not fiction | |
| I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen | |
| Everything i write is premeditated | |
| Suckas wanna fake it, i just hate it | |
| Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak | |
| My words are comprehended every time i speak | |
| Or have spoken, no i'm not jokin | |
| Please don't sleep, i hope you are awoken | |
| Stop! try this again, you had enough? say when | |
| I am the man with the six-pack of heineken | |
| I get tipsy | |
| But never in your life try to dis me | |
| Cos i don't battle with rhymes, i battle with guns | |
| Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one | |
| If you take the first letter of what i just sung | |
| You spell my name "krs-one" | |
| It's elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Dj scott larock and i: krs-one | |
| Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run | |
| From complex situations like you t-o-y-s's | |
| Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses | |
| I have arrived for the purpose of joy | |
| Unlike any ordinary bronx b-boy | |
| I will volunteer my services and launch an attack | |
| On you fake educators with your yakety-yak | |
| This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh | |
| Consistently hounded by you mc pests | |
| If you really want to learn from me | |
| Don't waste time in burnin me | |
| Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me | |
| I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive | |
| Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive | |
| Many people hate me, many people love me | |
| Some are far below me | |
| And you know there's some above me | |
| But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story | |
| All you fake mc's on a mission, you bore me | |
| I'm the blastmaster krs on the mic | |
| Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight | |
| Cos there's no other creative composition on display | |
| That give a full analysis and rock this way | |
| You will pay, eventually you all will decay | |
| While the dj scott larock will continue to play | |
| Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are | |
| Make a mix just for kicks | |
| And you'll be on our tip | |
| And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course | |
| You hear dj scott larock (go off! go off!) | |
| (scott la rock) (go off! go off!) x8 | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Boogie down productions, no reduction to its title | |
| If you have a headache, toys, go and take a midol | |
| We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment | |
| You have arrived to make up for unemployment | |
| You're on it only cos i learned just how to flaunt it | |
| I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it | |
| Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick | |
| Like a doctor here's my bill, i wrote it out with a bic | |
| Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know i just rocked em | |
| But gettin into battles really isn't my thing | |
| You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century | |
| But please don't mention me | |
| It's only elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| All it really is to me and scott la rock...is elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| Elementary |
| Verse 1: | |
| I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style | |
| The same old runner has ran the mile | |
| See, i don' t know exactly what you know | |
| But what i know is that stuff gotta go | |
| Usually when i pick up the mic | |
| Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night | |
| I like to talk about fact not fiction | |
| I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen | |
| Everything i write is premeditated | |
| Suckas wanna fake it, i just hate it | |
| Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak | |
| My words are comprehended every time i speak | |
| Or have spoken, no i' m not jokin | |
| Please don' t sleep, i hope you are awoken | |
| Stop! try this again, you had enough? say when | |
| I am the man with the sixpack of heineken | |
| I get tipsy | |
| But never in your life try to dis me | |
| Cos i don' t battle with rhymes, i battle with guns | |
| Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one | |
| If you take the first letter of what i just sung | |
| You spell my name " krsone" | |
| It' s elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Dj scott larock and i: krsone | |
| Our mother' s first son and no, we' ll never run | |
| From complex situations like you toys' s | |
| Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you' re rockin dresses | |
| I have arrived for the purpose of joy | |
| Unlike any ordinary bronx bboy | |
| I will volunteer my services and launch an attack | |
| On you fake educators with your yaketyyak | |
| This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh | |
| Consistently hounded by you mc pests | |
| If you really want to learn from me | |
| Don' t waste time in burnin me | |
| Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me | |
| I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive | |
| Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive | |
| Many people hate me, many people love me | |
| Some are far below me | |
| And you know there' s some above me | |
| But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story | |
| All you fake mc' s on a mission, you bore me | |
| I' m the blastmaster krs on the mic | |
| Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight | |
| Cos there' s no other creative composition on display | |
| That give a full analysis and rock this way | |
| You will pay, eventually you all will decay | |
| While the dj scott larock will continue to play | |
| Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you' ll know who we are | |
| Make a mix just for kicks | |
| And you' ll be on our tip | |
| And, oh yes, there' s a highlight to the show, of course | |
| You hear dj scott larock go off! go off! | |
| scott la rock go off! go off! x8 | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Boogie down productions, no reduction to its title | |
| If you have a headache, toys, go and take a midol | |
| We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment | |
| You have arrived to make up for unemployment | |
| You' re on it only cos i learned just how to flaunt it | |
| I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it | |
| Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick | |
| Like a doctor here' s my bill, i wrote it out with a bic | |
| Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know i just rocked em | |
| But gettin into battles really isn' t my thing | |
| You' re probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century | |
| But please don' t mention me | |
| It' s only elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| All it really is to me and scott la rock... is elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| Elementary |
| Verse 1: | |
| I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style | |
| The same old runner has ran the mile | |
| See, i don' t know exactly what you know | |
| But what i know is that stuff gotta go | |
| Usually when i pick up the mic | |
| Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night | |
| I like to talk about fact not fiction | |
| I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen | |
| Everything i write is premeditated | |
| Suckas wanna fake it, i just hate it | |
| Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak | |
| My words are comprehended every time i speak | |
| Or have spoken, no i' m not jokin | |
| Please don' t sleep, i hope you are awoken | |
| Stop! try this again, you had enough? say when | |
| I am the man with the sixpack of heineken | |
| I get tipsy | |
| But never in your life try to dis me | |
| Cos i don' t battle with rhymes, i battle with guns | |
| Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one | |
| If you take the first letter of what i just sung | |
| You spell my name " krsone" | |
| It' s elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Dj scott larock and i: krsone | |
| Our mother' s first son and no, we' ll never run | |
| From complex situations like you toys' s | |
| Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you' re rockin dresses | |
| I have arrived for the purpose of joy | |
| Unlike any ordinary bronx bboy | |
| I will volunteer my services and launch an attack | |
| On you fake educators with your yaketyyak | |
| This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh | |
| Consistently hounded by you mc pests | |
| If you really want to learn from me | |
| Don' t waste time in burnin me | |
| Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me | |
| I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive | |
| Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive | |
| Many people hate me, many people love me | |
| Some are far below me | |
| And you know there' s some above me | |
| But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story | |
| All you fake mc' s on a mission, you bore me | |
| I' m the blastmaster krs on the mic | |
| Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight | |
| Cos there' s no other creative composition on display | |
| That give a full analysis and rock this way | |
| You will pay, eventually you all will decay | |
| While the dj scott larock will continue to play | |
| Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you' ll know who we are | |
| Make a mix just for kicks | |
| And you' ll be on our tip | |
| And, oh yes, there' s a highlight to the show, of course | |
| You hear dj scott larock go off! go off! | |
| scott la rock go off! go off! x8 | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Boogie down productions, no reduction to its title | |
| If you have a headache, toys, go and take a midol | |
| We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment | |
| You have arrived to make up for unemployment | |
| You' re on it only cos i learned just how to flaunt it | |
| I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it | |
| Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick | |
| Like a doctor here' s my bill, i wrote it out with a bic | |
| Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know i just rocked em | |
| But gettin into battles really isn' t my thing | |
| You' re probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century | |
| But please don' t mention me | |
| It' s only elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| All it really is to me and scott la rock... is elementary | |
| Elementary | |
| Elementary |
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