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[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!

[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!

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