[D-Nice]
Aiyyo, aiyyo Kris they know the rules
Hahahahaha, yeah ya don`t stop (say what?)
A-ya don`t stop (BDP in the house) a-ya don`t stop
(Check it out, check it out...Yo, D!)
Yo bust it, yo yo Kris hold on
Let me give a shout out to some people, aight bust it
A Scott LaRock, and ya don`t stop
A Sammy B, and ya don`t stop
A Mister Cee, and ya don`t stop
A Cool V, and ya don`t stop
Evil E, and ya don`t stop
A Easylee, and ya don`t stop
A DJ Scratch, and ya don`t stop
A Spinderella, and ya don`t stop
Jam Master Jay, and ya don`t stop
A PA Mase, and ya don`t stop
So yo Kris, my mellow my man yo
Get on the mic and do the best you can
Verse One: KRS
Well, the teacher comes to you, in effect
From a different style, a whole different sect
I inject, force and intellect
When I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck
I come correct and practice what I preach
I don`t pimp you or rule you I teach
Come through the doors and slap up whores
Ordering them to put back on their drawers
Cause, I run their pimp
When I leave he leaves with a limp
Shrimp, I got the tartar sauce
Never underestimate the power of the force
of the intellectual KRS-One
I don`t think yet my job is done, because
I stand alone while others have to verify
Just why they are thought to be fly
Makin the public believe that they are way up in the sky
Sort of like a rap superguy
But I, horrify and terrify the super duper rap guy
Because you`re SOFT as a lullaby
While they sit on their throne lookin
Well I`m walkin in the streets of Brooklyn
Or Harlem and Queens and Bronx and
I`m even out there walkin in Compton
Cause everywhere BDP is schoolin
So anywhere, KRS is coolin
I`m not foolin, cause no, I`m not a fool
Don`t act stupid boy, you know the rules
[D-Nice]
Word, aiyyo Kris, they act like they don`t know the rules
But yo, I tell you what
Yo get on the mic and tell em what makes up KRS-One
YaknowhatI`msayin? Huh, and ya don`t stop
Verse Two: KRS
Yo, from off the sidewalk I grab the mic and talk
Born nineteen-sixty-five in the state of New York
My name is Kris Parker, KRS-One for short
I slap up crews and rock parties for sport
Lived on the streets about eight years straight
There I got my education and learned to debate
So when I pick up the microphone I know what I`m sayin
Education doesn`t come from simply obeyin
the curriculum, of the school criteria
In fact what I learned I found inferior
I`m not a Muslim but I do support them
My Father in heaven taught me and taught them
I`m not a Christian, but I won`t diss em
I`m not a Jew, I don`t practice Judaism
I`m not a Buddhist, but Buddha`s a master
I don`t eat beef pork nor Diet Shasta
Reason for this is very simple indeed
When it comes to music everybody`s in need
You got wealthy artists spendin money loosely
You ask about the culture, they talk `bout Gucci
Metaphysics, the science of life
And how to live, free from strife
Walk with ease, and no disease
Understand that I am the breeze
And the trees, oceans and seas
And the B and the D and the P`s
Suckers try it, but I don`t buy it
When I speak you seek to stay quiet
Shut up! What what? You better stay cool
And heed the warning boy, you know the rules!
[D-Nice]
Ah one two yeah, and ya don`t stop
Ah three four (say what?) and ya don`t stop
Ah five six (pop pop) and ya don`t stop
Ah seven eight (get down) and ya don`t stop
Aiyyo yo Kris, this goes out to all them house nigga
(foot shufflin) moonshine (hamhock eatin) pickled-pig tuggin
(tap dancin) jheri curl activist (program directors)
That don`t wanna play rap music (that`s right, ya know what?)
Yo, ya know the rules
Ha, ha-ha hah!
