Sex, Drugs & Violence Lyrics - Krs One

[Hook] 

We like those gangsta rhymes... 

Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... 

These rappers kill and thief... 

A lot of times it's only make believe... 

[Chuck D] 

Once upon a time, not long ago 

A rapper got shot, and no one knows 

Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his grave 

And after the prayers and the street parade 

Shit got forgot, and now he's dead 

And all the fans loved everything he said 

So understand this, you don't wanna miss 

Sex, drugs, and violence 

[Hook] 

We like those gangsta rhymes... 

Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... 

These rappers kill and thief... 

A lot of times it's only make believe... 

[KRS-One] 

Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica, Queens 

An icon gets shot and no one knew what it means 

It was just another muder scene 

But let's get on with the bling bling 

Ching ching and half naked chicks that can't sing 

Murder weapon, never found. Police, never around 

The respect, the intellect, and the suspect all out of town 

It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D makin our rounds, man 

While they takin us down, man 

We're takin you down. I got another new sound 

It's really an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get down 

We got peace, love, unity, and having the fun 

But you all want sex, drugs, violence 101 

Here it is... Bam 

Stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man 

Now you see the plan, from west to east 

Instead of sex, drugs, and violence we got love, purpose, and peace 

We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no seats 

Bringing it to America like Geronimo and Cochise 

Get that, but make sure when you spit rap 

If you ain't really ready to die, yo, don't spit that! 

[Hook] 

We like those gangsta rhymes... 

Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... 

These rappers kill and thief... 

A lot of times it's only make believe... 

[Flavor Flav] 

Once upon a time I was on Long Island 

A man got shot and he wasn't smilin 

He was bleedin from his guts, yo 

A policeman was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo 

Now when police light came on 

When the man died, who was the blame on? 

Wasn't me. Not you 

I didn't kill nobody cuz my records don't do that 

I make the records for the kids 

Gangsta rap flippin people's kid's lids 

[Hook] 

We like those gangsta rhymes... 

Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... 

These rappers kill and thief... 

A lot of times it's only make believe...