D**e Beat - Boogie Down Productions

i got a d**e beat?

you got a d**e beat

I got a d**e beat.

we got a d**e beat

i got a d**e beat.

you got a d**e beat

I got a d**e beat!

we got a d**e beat!

My name is at the top of all of those that mix.

Im turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven.

Some did it got paid, some jams were never played.

But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade.

Go by, and why?

cause they wasnt fly

Others claim to be fresh, but theyre not krs.

I cannot walk around the street,

with my head in the clouds.

Either runnin on my gear,

or havin colors too loud.

Everything must coincide with the way I feel.

And by the way, its scott larock

on the wheels of steel.

So I take one step, to adjust the mic.

I get around the whole city so I do wear nike.

I like a funky beat, a studio like unique.

I write the crazy fresh lyrics and I dont eat meat.

You can look me up and down, and my dj too.

Because we make up the boogie

down productions crew.

Takin out mcs - on the 1, 2, 3

No matter who they claim to be in society.

Because we know their games,

we have pulled their file.

If they need a different style we can get wild.

Hes i.c.u., hes out to kill

Im krs, and we get ill

Dj scott larock got his own beat

The extravagant life, is what we seek

I will tell you like this, cause I know for a fact.

I will live a long life, and I dont smoke crack.

Captivatin the crowd, seven days a week.

You know what they told me to say?

I got the d**e beat

i got a d**e beat

you got a d**e beat

i got the d**e beat

we got a d**e beat

I got a d**e beat?

you got a d**e beat

i got a d**e beat!

we got the d**e beat!

For me to say again another verse of my rhyme.

Means what you heard before

mustve blew up your mind.

So now its time, to find, poetry like mine.

Do not waste all your time

because Im one-of-a-kind.

Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be flowin.

64, brown eyes, and Im always showin.

Stupid mcs on the mic the way it posed to be done.

They study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun.

When they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun.

But they will snap out of that, because Im krs-one.

Not two, not three, but o-n-e

Get it right the first time I wont repeat this rhyme.

If you think that you can burn me

with your amateur ways.

Keep in mind that I been out there,

from back in the days.

I dont braaaaaaaaag, about the people I know.

Because theyre still bluffin,

theyre not givin me nothin.

I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt.

Cause no matter how you front

theyre still the ones you want.

See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion.

Takin out you suckers

while the scott larock is spinnin!

My name is krs-one, Im still kinda young

I dont wear adidas cause my name aint run

Got nikes on my feet, and to be complete

I can rock an american or reggae beat

Got rhymes for 70s, 80s, and 90s

Not bein conceited but it wont pay to try me.

Out to any feud, any battle, any reason.

Make the rhymes up every season

this style Im just teasin.

Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace.

Youre way behind schedule,

listen to what Im tellin you.

This particular style may vary.

The things I converse about are heard rarely.

Some cant bear me, others try to scare me.

Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent!

You know what?

you got a d**e beat

i got a d**e beat!

we got a d**e beat

I got the d**e beat?

you got the d**e beat

i got the d**e beat!

we got the d**e beat!

Ive got the d**e beat!

youve got the d**e beat

i got the d**e beat!

we got the d**e beat

beat that we got?

the d**e beat!

I.c.u., is in the house.

Miss melodie, is in the house.

Lena love, is in the house.

D-nice, rocks the house.

Gold miss idol, rocks the house.

Flavois walker, turns em out.

40th street black, knocks em out.

To my mellow moses gun, rock the house.

Naughty, bust it out.

Mcboo, turns it out.

Chuck chillout, cuts it up.

Red alert, breaks it out.

Scott larock jr.

My pride and joy.

Krs-one his mothers first son

And no hell never run.

Bd bd

Scott larock

Scott larock