Outta Here Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Back in the days I knew rap would never die 

I used to listen to Awesome-2 on WHBI 

I used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops 

Rappers wore bell-bottom Lee suits 

Me and Kenny couldn't afford that 

So we would go to the park when they was jammin' to hear rap 

I used to listen till the cops broke it up 

I always thought to myself "Damn, why they fucked it up?" 

But never the less I was in love with the microphone 

And it stayed that way until I left home 

On the streets of New York, now I'm free 

But with freedom comes big responsibility 

I used to walk around driven by the force 

I remember how large Super Rhymes was when he fell off 

I used to wonder about crews that used to rock 

They were large, but none of them could manage to stay on top 

Do you ever think about when you outta here? 

Record deal and video outta here? 

Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here? 

No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out! 

After livin' on the streets alone 

Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home 

I used to watch the show "I Dream of Jeannie" 

And dreamt about "When will I be large like Whodini?" 

But I was messin' with graffiti on the subway 

And gettin' chased by the cops almost everyday 

I knew it had to bea better way see 

So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC 

Around 1984 I left the group home, again alone 

Still dreamin' about the microphone 

Gimme a chance man, I know I can rock it 

But I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket 

So when I reached the shelter I met my helper DJ Scott La Rock 

And we both loved hip-hop 

I was takin' suckas out in the shelter system 

Yeah there was rappers in the shelter but I had to diss 'em 

But all along, my vision was never lost 

I kept seeing all these rap groups fallin' off 

Do you ever think about when you're outta here? 

Fly girl and fresh gear outta here? 

Five-thousand dollar love seat outta here? 

No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out! 

While I'm battling these rival crews 

Yes, BDP would stay in the street news 

Some said all they want to do is battle 

They can't write a song, so their careers won't last long 

Around this time I used to hang with Ced Gee 

And DJ Scott La Rock used to buy gold with Eric be 

I didn't meet Rakim till later with Scott 

I remember we were jammin' at the rooftop 

It used to irk me when these critics had opinions 

Scott would say "Just keep rappin', I'll keep spinnin'" 

We had a fucked up contract, but we signed it 

And dropped the hip-hop album Criminal Minded 

We told the critics your opinions are bull 

Same time Eric be and Rakim dropped Paid in Full 

Hip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to be 

But right then hip-hop changed drastically 

People didn't want to hear the old rap sound 

We started samplin' beats by James Brown 

In the middle of doin' My Philosophy 

Scott was killed and that shit got to me 

But knowin' the laws of life and death 

I knew his breath, was one with my breath 

I had nothin' left and it was scary 

So I dropped By All Means Necessary 

Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me 

Was a revolution crew called Public Enemy 

It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back 

These two albums set off consciousness in rap 

But all along, I'm still lookin' around 

And all I can see are these rap groups fallin' down 

Do you ever think about when you outta here? 

Condominium and beach house outta here? 

Credit cards and bank accounts outta here? 

No doubt BDP is old school, be we ain't goin' out!