Verse 1:
I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style
The same old runner has ran the mile
See, I don`t know exactly what you know
But what I know is that stuff gotta go
Usually when I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night
I like to talk about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen
Everything I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it
Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak
My words are comprehended every time I speak
Or have spoken, no I`m not jokin
Please don`t sleep, I hope you are awoken
Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken
I get tipsy
But never in your life try to dis me
Cos I don`t battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of what I just sung
You spell my name KRS-One
It`s elementary
Elementary
Verse 2:
DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One
Our mother`s first son and no, we`ll never run
From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S`s
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you`re rockin dresses
I have arrived for the purpose of joy
Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my services and launch an attack
On you fake educators with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don`t waste time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me
I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, many people love me
Some are far below me
And you know there`s some above me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story
All you fake MC`s on a mission, you bore me
I`m the Blastmaster KRS on the mic
Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight
Cos there`s no other creative composition on display
That give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will decay
While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you`ll know who we are
Make a mix just for kicks
And you`ll be on our tip
And, oh yes, there`s a highlight to the show, of course
You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!)
(Scott La Rock) (Go off! Go off!) x8
Verse 3:
Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol
We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
You have arrived to make up for unemployment
You`re on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick
Like a doctor here`s my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em
But gettin into battles really isn`t my thing
You`re probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don`t mention me
It`s only elementary
Elementary
All it really is to me and Scott La Rock...is elementary
Elementary
Elementary
