Word From Our Sponsor Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Intro: 

This is a test 

Of the Boogie Down Production 

Prevention Against Sucka MC's 

In the event of a real emergency 

You would have been instructed 

On which jams to play 

And how loud to blast your radio 

And now, a word from our sponsor 

Verse One: 

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I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One 

Provin that my job ain't done until I get some 

More, no need to roar or yell 

Cos I can still tell what will sell 

And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll 

That style is old, so unfold 

Blossom, bloom, you got the room 

So go ahead and consume 

A new era, KRS-One comes better 

Bite another lyric? Never 

Cos I'm too clever, however 

I own my own label 

Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable 

And partner Lee Smith 

I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift 

Hip-hop, hip-hop 

My voice is like a monster 

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Verse Two: 

Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten 

I gotta start this rhyme again 

How many words can I find that rhyme 

And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time 

Not many but I have plenty 

Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any- 

One, any daughter, any son that comes my way 

Hey, you got to go the other way 

I represent my DJ Scott LaRock 

D-Nice, the beat box 

I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks 

Many people know me, yet I'm known by few 

My name is KRS-One, son 

Not two or three or four or five or six 

The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix 

Verse Three: 

Cool like the air we breathe 

Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail 

As sure as my name is "Blastmaster KRS" 

Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale 

From the days of prison I have uprisen 

To my family members I'm marked down as missin 

Listen, circumstances put me right in the street 

With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep 

Some weep, or should I rather say some cry 

Can't get by so later on they die 

Because the strong will survive 

The weak will perish 

Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish 

I love what I got and like what I had 

I'm glad, not sad, and I don't even get mad 

I get even, myself and some others I believe in 

Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin 

Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta 

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