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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 »

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1990

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Africans in America try to identify 
Totally with their master in every respect 
They are the only ones who can not do it 
But they are the ones who will go to all extremes to do it 
They can not be disguised 
But they will attempt to disguise themselves 

I'm on a search  not for a car or a miniskirt 
But the words I wish to exert 
Will hurt, damage or upset the ego 
You want to be macho, yeah, but we know the deal 
Jheri curls just ain't gettin' it 
KRS-One is only down for pickin' it 
Pick the afro, need no Soul Glo 
Or Carefree Curls, that's just a no-no 
Where oh where, are all the real men 
The feminine look seems to be the trend 
You got eyeliner on, chillin' and maxin' 
See you're a man with a spine extraction 
So what I'm askin' is plain to see 
Are there any straight singers in R&B? 
All I see, is the light-skinned buffy 
Tryin' hard, to be Mr. Tuffy 
Yet in fact, you're Mr. Softie 
With the beige contacts on, yo you lost me 
I ain't with it, never will, never have 
How can your son even call you dad? 
Your skin is bleached and your nails you just buffin' 
Take a look at yourself man, ya strugglin' 

Africa is so strong, that once she puts a stamp on you 
Four hundred years of cold weather, death, 
And all that fryin' your hair shall not disguise you 
As a matter of fact, she is so strong 
That no matter what chemicals you put in your hair 
She will come back and snatch it up 

Tell me 
Are you proud man, of who you are? 
Or does your pride come out of a jar 
'Cause if you bought it, put it on, or sprayed it on 
I tell you right now, it won't stay long 
'Cause if it ain't natural, it ain't kosher 
It's like buyin' and wearin' a culture 
If that culture ain't yours naturally 
It's his, not yours, actually 
You better wake up and smell the coffee 
Look in the mirror and think Mr. Softie 
People change, when they are ashamed 
Of how they look or from which they came 
Are you ashamed, of original black? 
If you're not, why does your hair look like that? 
Why is your nose straighter, from surgery? 
I think you're really in a state of emergency 
You're not sane to the African aim 
So you're insane, and you need to obtain 
Any, average rap album sculpture 
And study it, just, to learn your culture 
Even though, you don't think it's music 
It's the blackest you'll ever get so use it 
The blue-eyed black man to me is buggin' 
Take a look at yourself man, ya strugglin' 

Yes capitalism will confuse these people, have them totally confused 
They will try every way to identify with their masters, every way 
Go to extreme lengths, I'm telling you, seriously! 
Capitalism will confuse them why'know tell them the truth's a lie 
I saw a sister the other day and I spoke to her about her hair 
She said, "I don't care what you say, I'm still gonna get my perm!" 
I told her, "It's not a perm, it's a temporary" 
Try in every possible way to identify

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