Текст песни Boogie Down Productions - Essays on BDP-ism
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[Verse 1]Am I supposed to stand here?These bright lights, I`ll probably get a tan hereScott, turn up the masterSo I can hear, and talk fasterI`m the Blastmaster, cos I`m blastedI know a lot of y`all are shocked that I`ve lastedBut Blastmaster is a subtitleKRS ONE is more vitalAnd more lethal and more viciousAs 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 itCos when I`m in a club I like to mingleSeconds later they`re playin` that singleLoud as a collision and pumped up dramaticallySo the people in the place will automaticallyTime it, and dance right behind itThose that have it on tape will rewind itIt`s not surprising, we rock partiesAnywhere, anyone, anybodySome sound shoddy, like cardboardBut I`m blessed, praise the lordYou see I like to study, I like moneyI like eatin` wheat bread with honeyBut to none of these am I addictedI like to remain free and unafflictedWith the sickness of attachmentThe material road of entrapmentThose that walk this road become weakThey can`t think, they can`t speakUnself-sufficient, cos they`re leechingI`m not dissin`, I`m simply teachin`Well if you notice, not onceHave I said Scott`s name to gain fameSee it`s a shame that they`re blindedIf they had a piece of paper I`d sign itThat`s called an autograph, this is called a classI`ve only come to educate the massOf young people, to this there`s no sequelJust a message, be peacefulAnd loving, but not a suckerAnd stay away from negative motherfuckersThey only pull you down with their hateBut wait, here`s somethin` to meditate...[Verse 2]Downratin` statements you always seem to makeYou never wanna create cos b-boys you don`t affiliateYou`re self-whipped cos you claim it`s not a giftTo execute the rhyme on time without a shiftYou only utter negativity, never productivityFor the b-boy talent or b-boy productivityYet when all the currency comes in tax freeYou wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed thisI got X-ray vision and I`m lookin` through your gameIt`s the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtainAbsolute respect from you, con, cos now you know itI`m Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poetI do not read the paper, I read the dictionaryCos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn`t scare meThe girls be lookin` sweeter, the cops be lookin` meanerCarryin` bigger gun, shoot the people for funIf you could realise this you won`t be called a toyBut yet a b-boy, and I know you`ll enjoyJust coolin` out without a doubt, l ivin` life a little differentYeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligenceI am only 20, yet here`s my present levelJust one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebelsOur reputation grows as the music gets viciousI will succeed while you suckers make wishesTime and time again I prove to be excitingBut time and time again you prove to be bitingI need no judge, no jury, no lawyersWith DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer!