My Philosophy

Get robbed, get dropped
That's why
The white one or the black one
See how it sound?
Why? well it's simple
Others say their bad
You know it's me
It's not about a salary
So yo, what's up
Like a piggy bank
Now when some act in rap
And only tend
But they're buggin
'Cause to me that's suicide
Let us get back to what we call hip hop
A lot of suckas would like to forget me
And some seconds
Pick the punk
Stereotypes of today
Like me
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
On the mic
Will all be explained
The king or the teacher
To them it's kind of vital
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
It ain't about money
Our music be thumpin'
From the mic into the speaker
Before somebody says, 'Don't f*** with Kris!'
Some mc's be talkin' and talkin'
Or should I say, 'Start this'
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin
Or reinforce
They wanna mention me?
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
I'm that
Was 'Poetry'
And Scot La Rock
I'm not white or red or black
This one, that one
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
About hip hop
We're criminal minded
Holding a pistol
When you rhyme like a soft punk
First-hand
Scot La Rock
KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew
Take it home
I'm so-and-so
I haven't come to tell you I have juice
And teaching real facts
I get fed up
See I'm tellin'
It's my philosophy
A little unrational
Cause we all make dollars
And start sweatin'
This selection number two
Teachers teach and do the world good
Verse three
Of knocking out the frauds in a second
Who gets weaker?
Don't bother dissin' me
You think we care?
But I don't walk this way to portray
Yo, cause I'm a teacher
I don't burn
But for now just seckle
And learn to be original
Or chicken or turkey or hamburger
I believe that you should get loose
See I'm not insane
Or rather mention us
Many artists got to learn
It's my philosophy
Broken down to his very last compound
It's all about reality
When I be asking
See, what do you expect
In everybody's rhyme
Had a response
Of new concepts at their hardest
Talk broken english and drug sellin'
KR collects
'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king
I'll play the nine
This is just one style
How many mc's must get dissed
Nor do I f*** around
Is much darker
I have got a record
Over a certain industry
Soften, dilute

Yo, who is more dramatical
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records
You walk down the street and get jumped
They get the album
The competition checks and checks
One of y'all hear it
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack
Me or Scot La Rock
A lot of mc's like to use the word
We stood up for the South Bronx
In fact, I'm kind of rational
Some type of entity
I am an artist
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
I just laughed
And Scot is a scholar
To take KRS-One's title
Kenny Parker
Is 'My Philosophy'
Nor sing a song
Something far from a lover
And everybody's gonna wanna dis you
Productions
And what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock
You got to have style
Like all my brothas
Beside my brother
DRAMATICAL
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
My brother's name is Kenny
**** Right now
S-C-O-T
Am I wrong?
And most are never understood
And you play the target
And we're real live
Creativity and intelligence
And learn to earn respect
Out of many
Boogie Down Productions
No goat or ham
Would be in misery
A lot of games
Brown man
Is kind of wack
No more than four minutes
I'm brown
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
Verse two
If you were to rule
And every sucka mc
I walk with my head up
But they can't
And keeps checkin'
Right up to your face and dis you
Or even wish that we'd
I'll be back
The lecture is conducted
Kings just rule
My posse from the Bronx is thick
On the industry
But they can get bust
No one would get along
My other brother I.C.U
'Cause like a champ
Is made up of teachers
To them I'm like an idol
Fresh for '88
'Cause that's just what
From the intelligent
Eatin' chicken and watermelon
I know that they are on the tip
Self-murder
'Cause it's about time
A lot of suckas with colorful names
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it
About D-Nice, Melodie
And I'll jump up to attack one
I don't play around
A vegetarian
KRS, BDP again
We walk correctly
Why destruction is a game
And it lacks
When I hear wack rhymes
This is one penny
So please stop burnin'
Rap is like a set-up
I'm this
Number one
'Cause the company is sellin' it
But they don't care
Let me tell you somethin' now
'Cause no one can defeat me
Of course
It's me again
I'm not flammable
Or commercialize all our lyrics
From the Boogie Down