Ya Know The Rules Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

[d nice] 

Aiyyo aiyyo kris they know the rules 

Hahahahaha yeah ya don't stop (say what?) 

A ya don't stop (bdp in the house) a ya don't stop 

(check it out check it out... yo d!) 

Yo bust it yo yo kris hold on 

Let me give a shout out to some people aight bust it 

A scott larock and ya don't stop 

A sammy b and ya don't stop 

A mister cee and ya don't stop 

A cool v and ya don't stop 

Evil e, and ya don't stop 

A easylee, and ya don't stop 

A dj scratch, and ya don't stop 

A spinderella, and ya don't stop 

Jam master jay, and ya don't stop 

A pa mase, and ya don't stop 

So yo kris, my mellow my man yo 

Get on the mic and do the best you can 

Verse one: krs 

Well, the teacher comes to you, in effect 

From a different style, a whole different sect 

I inject, force and intellect 

When i hit the mic, suckers hit the deck 

I come correct and practice what i preach 

I don't pimp you or rule you i teach 

Come through the doors and slap up whores 

Ordering them to put back on their drawers 

Cause, i run their pimp 

When i leave he leaves with a limp 

Shrimp, i got the tartar sauce 

Never underestimate the power of the force 

Of the intellectual krs-one 

I don't think yet my job is done, because 

I stand alone while others have to verify 

Just why they are thought to be fly 

Makin the public believe that they are way up in the sky 

Sort of like a rap superguy 

But i, horrify and terrify the super duper rap guy 

Because you're soft as a lullaby 

While they sit on their throne lookin 

Well i'm walkin in the streets of brooklyn 

Or harlem and queens and bronx and 

I'm even out there walkin in compton 

Cause everywhere bdp is schoolin 

So anywhere, krs is coolin 

I'm not foolin, cause no, i'm not a fool 

Don't act stupid boy, you know the rules 

[d-nice] 

Word, aiyyo kris, they act like they don't know the rules 

But yo, i tell you what 

Yo get on the mic and tell em what makes up krs-one 

Yaknowhati'msayin? huh, and ya don't stop 

Verse two: krs 

Yo, from off the sidewalk i grab the mic and talk 

Born nineteen-sixty-five in the state of new york 

My name is kris parker, krs-one for short 

I slap up crews and rock parties for sport 

Lived on the streets about eight years straight 

There i got my education and learned to debate 

So when i pick up the microphone i know what i'm sayin 

Education doesn't come from simply obeyin 

The curriculum, of the school criteria 

In fact what i learned i found inferior 

I'm not a muslim but i do support them 

My father in heaven taught me and taught them 

I'm not a christian, but i won't diss em 

I'm not a jew, i don't practice judaism 

I'm not a buddhist, but buddha's a master 

I don't eat beef pork nor diet shasta 

Reason for this is very simple indeed 

When it comes to music everybody's in need 

You got wealthy artists spendin money loosely 

You ask about the culture, they talk 'bout gucci 

Metaphysics, the science of life 

And how to live, free from strife 

Walk with ease, and no disease 

Understand that i am the breeze 

And the trees, oceans and seas 

And the b and the d and the p's 

Suckers try it, but i don't buy it 

When i speak you seek to stay quiet 

Shut up! what what? you better stay cool 

And heed the warning boy, you know the rules! 

[d-nice] 

Ah one two yeah, and ya don't stop 

Ah three four (say what?) and ya don't stop 

Ah five six (pop pop) and ya don't stop 

Ah seven eight (get down) and ya don't stop 

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Aiyyo yo kris, this goes out to all them house nigga 

(foot shufflin) moonshine (hamhock eatin) pickled-pig tuggin 

(tap dancin) jheri curl activist (program directors) 

That don't wanna play rap music (that's right, ya know what?) 

Yo, ya know the rules 

Ha, ha-ha hah! 

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