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Boogie Down Productions

Boogie Down Productions was a hip hop group that was originally composed of KRS-One, D-Nice, and DJ Scott La Rock. DJ Scott La Rock was murdered on August 27, 1987, months after the release of BDP's debut album, Criminal Minded. The name of the group, Boogie Down, derives from a nickname for the South Bronx section of The Bronx, one of the five boroughs of New York City. The group pioneered the fusion of dancehall reggae and hip hop music and their debut LP Criminal Minded contained frank descriptions of life in the South Bronx of the late 1980s thus setting the stage for what would eventually become gangsta rap. more »

Year:

1990

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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 be 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

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 

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 be 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! 

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 want to play rap music (that's right, ya know what?) 
Yo, ya know the rules 
Ha, ha-ha hah!

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