So you're a philosopher
Yes  yes  yes  yes

Yes
I think very deeply

I think very deeply

I think very deeply

I think  I think  I think very deeply

In about four seconds a teacher will begin to speak
I think  I think very deeply

Let us begin  what  where  why  or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane  in fact  I'm kind of rational
When I be asking you  Who is more dramatical

This one or that one  the white one or the black one
Pick the punk and I'll jump up to attack one

KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew

Right up to your face and dis you

Everyone saw me on the last album cover

Holding a pistol  something far from a lover
Beside my brother S-C-O-T-T

I just laughed 'cause no one can defeat me

This is lecture number two   My Philosophy

Number one was  Poetry  you know it's me

This is my philosophy  many artists got to learn
I'm not flammable  I don't burn
So please stop burnin' and learn to earn respect
'Cause that's just what KRS collects

See  what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk

You walk down the street and get jumped
You got to have style  and learn to be original

And everybody's gonna want to dis you
Like me  we stood up for the South Bronx

And every sucker MC had a response
You think we care
I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick

And we're real live
We roll correctly

A lot of suckas would like to forget me
But they can't
'Cause like a champ I have got a record
Of knocking out the frauds in a second
On the mic  I believe that you should get loose
I haven't come to tell you I got juice
I just produce  create
Innovate on a higher level
I'll be back but for now just seckle

I'll play the nine and you play the target
You all know my name
So I guess I'll just start it
Or should I say  start this  I am an artist
Of new concepts at their hardest

Yo  'cause I'm a teacher the Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money 'cause we all make dollars

That's why I walk with my head up
When I hear wack rhymes I get fed up

Rap is like a set-up  a lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names
I'm so-and-so  I'm this  I'm that

Huh  but they all just wick-wick-wack

I'm not white or red or black

I'm brown  from the Boogie Down

Productions  of course our music be thumpin'

Others say they're bad  but they're buggin'
Let me tell you something now about hip-hop
About D-Nice  Melodie  and Scott LaRock

I'll get a pen  a pencil  a marker
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
Some MC's be talkin' and talkin'
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin'

But I don't walk this way to portray

Or reinforce stereotypes of today

Like all my bruthas eat chicken and watermelon

Talk broken English and drug sellin'

See I'm tellin' and teachin' real facts

The way some act in rap is kind of wack

And it lacks creativity and intelligence

But they don't care
Cause the company is sellin' it
It's my philosophy on the industry
Don't bother dissin' me  or even wish that we'd
Soften  dilute  or commercialize all the lyrics
'Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it
And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man
A vegetarian  no goat or ham

Or chicken or turkey or hamburger
'Cause to me that's suicide  self murder
Let us get back to what we call hip-hop

And what it meant to DJ Scott LaRock

How many MC's must get dissed

Before somebody says  Don't with Kris
This is just one style  out of many
Like a piggy bank  this is just one penny
My brother's name is Kenny  that's Kenny Parker

My other brother I C U  is much darker

Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers
The lecture is conducted from the mic into
The speakers
Who gets weaker  The King or the teacher
It's not about a salary it's all about reality

Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule and most were never understood

If you were to rule or govern a certain industry
All inside this room right now would be in misery
No one would get along nor sing a song
'Cause everyone'd be singin' for the King
Am I wrong

So yo  what's up  it's me again

Scott LaRock  KRS  BDP again
Many people had the nerve
To think we would end the trend
We're criminal minded  an album which is only ten
Funky  funky  funky  funky  funky hit records

No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'
They take the album  take it home  and start sweatin'
Why  Well it's simple  to them it's kind of vital
To take KRS-One's title

To them I'm like an idol  some kind of entity
In everybody's rhyme they want to mention me
Or rather mention us  me or Scott LaRock

But they can get bust  get robbed  get dropped
I don't play around nor do I f around
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down

Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds  A little unrational

A lot of MC's like to use the word dramatical

Fresh for 88
You suckas