My Philosophy

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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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2004

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Let's begin 
What  where  why  or when 
Will all be explained 
Why destruction is a game 
See I'm not insane 
In fact  I'm kind of rational 
When I be asking 
Yo  who is more dramatical 
This one  that one 
The white one or the black one 
Pick the punk 
And I'll jump up to attack one 
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew 
Right up to your face and dis you 
Everyone saw me on the last album cover 
Holding a pistol 
Something far from a lover 
Beside my brother 
S-see-O-T 
I just laughed 
'Cause no one can defeat me 
This selection number two 
Is "My Philosophy" 
Number one 
Was "Poetry" 
You know it's me 
It's my philosophy 
Many artists got to learn 
I'm not flammable 
I don't burn 
So please stop burnin' 
And learn to earn respect 
'Cause that's just what 
KR collects 
See, what do you expect 
When you rhyme like a soft punk 
You walk down the street and get jumped 
You got to have style 
And learn to be original 
And everybody's gonna want to dis you 
Like me 
We stood up for the South Bronx 
And every sucka MC 
Had a response 
You think we care? 
I know that they are on the tip 
My posse from the Bronx is thick 
And we're real live 
We walk correctly 
A lot of suckas would like to forget me 
But they can't 
'Cause like a champ 
I have got a record 
Of knocking out the frauds in a second 
On the mic 
I believe that you should get loose 
I haven't come to tell you I have juice 
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level 
I'll be back 
But for now just seckle 

I'll play the nine 
And you play the target 
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it 
Or should I say, "Start this" 
I am an artist 
Of new concepts at their hardest 
Yo, cause I'm a teacher 
And Scot is a scholar 
It ain't about money 
Cause we all make dollars 
That's why 
I walk with my head up 
When I hear wack rhymes 
I get fed up 
Rap is like a set-up 
A lot of games 
A lot of suckas with colorful names 
I'm so-and-so 
I'm this 
I'm that 
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack 
I'm not white or red or black 
I'm brown 
From the Boogie Down 
Productions 
Of course 
Our music be thumpin' 
Others say their bad 
But they're buggin 
Let me tell you somethin' now 
About hip hop 
About D-Nice, Melodie, 
And Scot La Rock 
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker 
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker 
Some mc's be talkin' and talkin' 
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin 
But I don't walk this way to portray 
Or reinforce 
Stereotypes of today 
Like all my brothas 
Eatin' chicken and watermelon 
Talk broken english and drug sellin' 
See I'm tellin' 
And teaching real facts 
Now when some act in rap 
Is kind of wack 
And it lacks 
Creativity and intelligence 
But they don't care 
'Cause the company is sellin' it 
It's my philosophy 
On the industry 
Don't bother dissin' me 
Or even wish that we'd 
Soften, dilute, 
Or commercialize all our lyrics 
'Cause it's about time 
One of y'all hear it 
First-hand 
From the intelligent 
Brown man 
A vegetarian 
No goat or ham 
Or chicken or turkey or hamburger 
'Cause to me that's suicide 
Self-murder 
Let us get back to what we call hip hop 
And what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock

How many Mc's must get dissed 
Before somebody says, "Don't f*ck with Kris!" 
This is just one style 
Out of many 
Like a piggy bank 
This is one penny 
My brother's name is Kenny 
Kenny Parker 
My other brother I.C.U. 
Is much darker 
Boogie Down Productions 
Is made up of teachers 
The lecture is conducted 
From the mic into the speaker 
Who gets weaker? 
The king or the teacher 
It's not about a salary 
It's all about reality 
Teachers teach and do the world good 
Kings just rule 
And most are never understood 
If you were to rule 
Over a certain industry 
F*ck right now 
Would be in misery 
No one would get along 
Nor sing a song 
'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king 
Am I wrong?! 
So yo, what's up 
It's me again 
Scot La Rock, 
KRS, BDP again 
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend 
We're criminal minded 
And only tend 
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records 
No more than four minutes 
And some seconds 
The competition checks and checks 
And keeps checkin' 
They get the album 
Take it home 
And start sweatin' 
Why? well it's simple 
To them it's kind of vital 
To take KRS-One's title 
To them I'm like an idol 
Some type of entity 
In everybody's rhyme 
They want to mention me? 
Or rather mention us 
Me or Scot La Rock 
But they can get bust 
Get robbed, get dropped 
I don't play around 
Nor do I f*ck around 
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around 
When some clown jumps up to get beat down 
Broken down to his very last compound 
See how it sound? 
A little unrational 
A lot of MC's like to use the word 
Dramatical! 
Fresh for '88 
You suckas

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