Letra de My Philosophy

Voice: So, you're a philosopher? KRS: Yes, I think very deeply. [repeated and scratched][Verse One]Let's begin, what, where, why, or whenwill all be explained like instructions to a gameSee I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rationalwhen I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"This one or that one, the white one or the black onepick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack oneKRS-One is just the guy to lead a crewright up to your face and dis youEveryone saw me on the last album coverHolding a pistol something far from a loverBeside my brother, S-C-O-T-TI just laughed, cause no one can defeat meThis is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"Number one, was "Poetry" you know it's meThis is my philosophy, many artists got to learnI'm not flammable, I don't burnso please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect'cause that's just what KR collectssee, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punkyou walk down the street and get jumpedYou got to have style, and learn to be originaland everybody's gonna wanna diss youlike me, we stood up for the South Bronxand every sucka mc had a responseYou think we care? I know that they are on the tipmy posse from the Bronx is thickand we're real live, we walk correctlya lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't, cause like a champI have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a secondon the mic, I believe that you should get looseI haven't come to tell you I have juiceI just produce, create, innovate on a higher levelI'll be back, but for now just seckle![Verse Two]I'll play the nine and you play the targetyou all know my name so I guess I'll just start itor should I say, "Start this," I am an artistof new concepts at their hardestcause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholarIt ain't about money cause we all make dollarsThat's why I walk with my head upwhen I hear wack rhymes I get fed upRap is like a set-up, a lot of gamesa lot of suckas with colorful namesI'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm thathuh, but they all just wick-wick-wackI'm not white or red or black I'm brown.. from the Boogie DownProductions, of course our music be thumpin'others say their bad, but they're bugginlet me tell you somethin' now about hip hopabout D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La RockI'll get a pen, a pencil, a markermainly what I write is for the average New Yorkersome mc's be talkin' and talkin'tryin' to show how black people are walkinbut I don't walk this way to portrayor reinforce stereotypes of todaylike all my brothas eat chicken and watermelontalk broken english and drug sellin'See I'm tellin, and teaching real factsThe way some act in rap is kind of wackand it lacks creativity and intelligencebut they don't care cause the company is sellin' itIt's my philosophy, on the industryDon't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'dsoften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyricsCause it's about time one of y'all hear itAnd hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown manA vegetarian, no goat or hamor chicken or turkey or hamburger'cause to me that's suicide self-murderlet us get back to what we call hip hopand what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock...[Verse Three]How many mc's must get dissedbefore somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"this is just one style, out of manyLike a piggy bank, this is one pennyMy brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny ParkerMy other brother I.C.U. is much darkerBoogie Down Productions is made up of teachersthe lecture is conducted from the mic into the speakerWho gets weaker? The king or the teacherIt's not about a salary it's all about realityTeachers teach and do the world goodkings just rule and most are never understoodIf you were to rule or govern a certain industryAll inside this room right now would be in miseryNo one would get along nor sing a song'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!So yo, what's up, it's me againScott La Rock, KRS, BDP againmany people had the nerve to think we would end the trendWe're criminal minded, an album which is only tenFunky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit recordsno more than four minutes and some secondsthe competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin'why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vitalto take KRS-One's titleto them I'm like an idol, some type of entityin everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me?or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rockbut they can get bust get robbed, get droppedI don't play around nor do I f*** aroundand you can tell by the bodies that are left aroundwhen some clown jumps up to get beat downbroken down to his very last compoundsee how it sounds? a little unrationala lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL!Fresh for '88, you suckas...