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Boogie Down Productions Criminal Minded South Bronx Scott la rock: yo, wassup blastmaster krs-one. this jam is kickin' Krs: word! yo, what-up d-nice? D-nice: yo, wassup scott la rock? Slr: yo man, we chillin' this funky fresh jam. i wanna tell You a little somethin' about us. we're the boogie down Productions crew and due to the fact that no-one else out there Knew what time it was, we have to tell you a little story about Where we come from... South bronx, the south south bronx (4x) Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific Krs-one specialized in music I'll only use this type of style when i choose it Party people in the place to be, krs-one attacks Ya got dropped off mca cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in queensbridge If you popped that junk up in the bronx you might not live Cause you're in... South bronx, the south south bronx (4x) I came with scott larock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earn, well it's well deserved, but Without a crown, see, i still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel Krs-one is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With coque larock, kool herc, and then bam Beat boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said "damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day Beat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway" They tried again outside in cedar park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what i'm talkin about Remember bronx river rollin thick With kool dj red alert and chuck chillout on the mix When afrika islam was rockin the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named flash Patterson and millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The nine lives crew, the cypress boys The real rock steady takin out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed I didn't hear a peep from a place called queens It was seventy-six, to 1980 The dreads in brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go... So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out ll, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own scott larock And he's from... South bronx, the south south bronx (8x) The human tr-808, d-nice The poet, the blastmaster krs-one The grand incredible dj scott la rock Boogie...down...productions Fresh for '86, suckers! (ha ha ha ha ha) |
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