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