Текст (слова) песни: Boogie Down Productions - Essays on BDP-ism

[Verse 1]
Am I supposed to stand here?
These bright lights, I`ll probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the master
So I can hear, and talk faster
I`m the Blastmaster, cos I`m blasted
I know a lot of y`all are shocked that I`ve lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle
KRS ONE is more vital
And more lethal and more vicious
As the suckers always say, "He just dissed us!
He got a problem, yo, he`s conceited"
I`m not conceited, they just couldn`t beat it
Cos when I`m in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they`re playin` that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the place will automatically
Time it, and dance right behind it
Those that have it on tape will rewind it
It`s not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone, anybody
Some sound shoddy, like cardboard
But I`m blessed, praise the lord
You see I like to study, I like money
I like eatin` wheat bread with honey
But to none of these am I addicted
I like to remain free and unafflicted
With the sickness of attachment
The material road of entrapment
Those that walk this road become weak
They can`t think, they can`t speak
Unself-sufficient, cos they`re leeching
I`m not dissin`, I`m simply teachin`
Well if you notice, not once
Have I said Scott`s name to gain fame
See it`s a shame that they`re blinded
If they had a piece of paper I`d sign it
That`s called an autograph, this is called a class
I`ve only come to educate the mass
Of young people, to this there`s no sequel
Just a message, be peaceful
And loving, but not a sucker
And stay away from negative motherfuckers
They only pull you down with their hate
But wait, here`s somethin` to meditate...

[Verse 2]
Downratin` statements you always seem to make
You never wanna create cos b-boys you don`t affiliate
You`re self-whipped cos you claim it`s not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a shift
You only utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity
Yet when all the currency comes in tax free
You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I`m lookin` through your game
It`s the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it
I`m Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet
I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary
Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn`t scare me
The girls be lookin` sweeter, the cops be lookin` meaner
Carryin` bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realise this you won`t be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you`ll enjoy
Just coolin` out without a doubt, l ivin` life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence
I am only 20, yet here`s my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers make wishes
Time and time again I prove to be exciting
But time and time again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers
With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer!

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He got a problem, yo, he`s conceited" I`m not conceited, they just couldn`t beat it Cos when I`m in a club I like to mingle Seconds later they`re playin` that single Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically So the people in the place will automatically Time it, and dance right behind it Those that have it on tape will rewind it It`s not surprising, we rock parties Anywhere, anyone, anybody Some sound shoddy, like cardboard But I`m blessed, praise the lord You see I like to study, I like money I like eatin` wheat bread with honey But to none of these am I addicted I like to remain free and unafflicted With the sickness of attachment The material road of entrapment Those that walk this road become weak They can`t think, they can`t speak Unself-sufficient, cos they`re leeching I`m not dissin`, I`m simply teachin` Well if you notice, not once Have I said Scott`s name to gain fame See it`s a shame that they`re blinded If they had a piece of paper I`d sign it That`s called an autograph, this is called a class I`ve only come to educate the mass Of young people, to this there`s no sequel Just a message, be peaceful And loving, but not a sucker And stay away from negative motherfuckers They only pull you down with their hate But wait, here`s somethin` to meditate... [Verse 2] Downratin` statements you always seem to make You never wanna create cos b-boys you don`t affiliate You`re self-whipped cos you claim it`s not a gift To execute the rhyme on time without a shift You only utter negativity, never productivity For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity Yet when all the currency comes in tax free You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this I got X-ray vision and I`m lookin` through your game It`s the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it I`m Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn`t scare me The girls be lookin` sweeter, the cops be lookin` meaner Carryin` bigger gun, shoot the people for fun If you could realise this you won`t be called a toy But yet a b-boy, and I know you`ll enjoy Just coolin` out without a doubt, l ivin` life a little different Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence I am only 20, yet here`s my present level Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious I will succeed while you suckers make wishes Time and time again I prove to be exciting But time and time again you prove to be biting I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer! 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