Essays On Bdp Ism Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Am I supposed to stand here? 

These bright lights I'll probably get a tan here 

Scott turn up the master 

So I can hear and talk faster 

I'm the Blastmaster cos I'm blasted 

I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted 

But Blastmaster is a subtitle 

KRS ONE is more vital 

And more lethal and more vicious 

As the suckers always say "He just dissed us! 

He got a problem, yo, he's conceited" 

I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it 

Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle 

Seconds later they're playin' that single 

Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically 

So the people in the place will automatically 

Time it, and dance right behind it 

Those that have it on tape will rewind it 

It's not surprising, we rock parties 

Anywhere, anyone, anybody 

Some sound shoddy, like cardboard 

But I'm blessed, praise the lord 

You see I like to study, I like money 

I like eatin' wheat bread with honey 

But to none of these am I addicted 

I like to remain free and unafflicted 

With the sickness of attachment 

The material road of entrapment 

Those that walk this road become weak 

They can't think, they can't speak 

Unself-sufficient, cos they're leeching 

I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin' 

Well if you notice, not once 

Have I said Scott's name to gain fame 

See it's a shame that they're blinded 

If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it 

That's called an autograph, this is called a class 

I've only come to educate the mass 

Of young people, to this there's no sequel 

Just a message, be peaceful 

And loving, but not a sucker 

And stay away from negative motherfuckers 

They only pull you down with their hate 

But wait, here's somethin' to meditate... 

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Downratin' statements you always seem to make 

You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate 

You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift 

To execute the rhyme on time without a shift 

You only utter negativity, never productivity 

For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity 

Yet when all the currency comes in tax free 

You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this 

I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game 

It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain 

Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it 

I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet 

I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary 

Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me 

The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner 

Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun 

If you could realise this you won't be called a toy 

But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy 

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different 

Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence 

I am only 20, yet here's my present level 

Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels 

Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious 

I will succeed while you suckers make wishes 

Time and time again I prove to be exciting 

But time and time again you prove to be biting 

I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers 

With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer! 

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