Lyric 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, livin 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!
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, livin 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!
