Текст песни Boogie Down Productions - Word From Our Sponsor
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Intro:This is a testOf the Boogie Down ProductionPrevention Against Sucka MC`sIn the event of a real emergencyYou would have been instructedOn which jams to playAnd how loud to blast your radioAnd now, a word from our sponsorVerse One:I`m from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-OneProvin that my job ain`t done until I get someMore, no need to roar or yellCos I can still tell what will sellAnd would have sold without yellin over a drum rollThat style is old, so unfoldBlossom, bloom, you got the roomSo go ahead and consumeA new era, KRS-One comes betterBite another lyric? NeverCos I`m too clever, howeverI own my own labelPartners with Scott LaRock, he`s on the turntableAnd partner Lee SmithI`m exercising a true gift just to upliftHip-hop, hip-hopMy voice is like a monsterAnd now a word from our sponsorVerse Two:Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, tenI gotta start this rhyme againHow many words can I find that rhymeAnd still keep in mind every lyric must come out on timeNot many but I have plentyScott LaRock sent me just to devastate any-One, any daughter, any son that comes my wayHey, you got to go the other wayI represent my DJ Scott LaRockD-Nice, the beat boxI only wear Nike`s, not Adidas or ReeboksMany people know me, yet I`m known by fewMy name is KRS-One, sonNot two or three or four or five or sixThe mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mixVerse Three:Cool like the air we breatheInhale, exhale, perpetrators will failAs sure as my name is "Blastmaster KRS"Sit and listen to the very essence of this taleFrom the days of prison I have uprisenTo my family members I`m marked down as missinListen, circumstances put me right in the streetWith the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleepSome weep, or should I rather say some cryCan`t get by so later on they dieBecause the strong will surviveThe weak will perishIgnorance is a poison and knowledge will nourishI love what I got and like what I hadI`m glad, not sad, and I don`t even get madI get even, myself and some others I believe inCos these others are my brothas and perfection we`re achievinYes, my name is KRS, my brother is a RastaLet me pause, and now a word from our sponsor