Poetry

[Intro]
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Get— Get down
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[Verse 1]
Well, now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson
Class is in session, so you can stop guessing
If this is a tape or a written down memo
See, I am a professional, this is not a demo
In fact, call it a lecture, a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and rhythm-like mixture
Listen, I'm not dissing, but there's something that you're missing
Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishing
For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste
If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest
I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it
It takes concentration for fresh communication
Observation, that is to see without speaking
Take off your coat, take notes, I am teaching
A class, or rather school, 'cause you need schooling
I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling
This is an introduction to poetry
A small dedication to those that might know of me
They might know of you and maybe your gang
But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang
'Cause, yo, I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow
Say something now, thought so
You seem to be the type that only understand
The annihilation and destruction of the next man
That's not poetry, that is insanity
It's simply fantasy, far from reality
Poetry is the language of imagination
Poetry is a form of positive creation
Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missing it
Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissing it

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
Scott La Rock, innovating, decorating hip-hop
The beat may drop, but not like all the others
They just cover while I just smother
Every single stupid mother— wait, wait, brother
KRS-One will have to show another
MC or self-proclaimed king or queen
Or gang or crew or solo or team that I mean
Business, so tell me, what is this?
See, I come from the Bronx, so just kiss this
Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment
The antidote for sucker MC's and they're fearing it
It's self-explanatory, no one's writing for me
The poetry I'm rattling is really not for battling
But if you want, I will simply change the program
So when I'm done you will simply say "Damn"
So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical
Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove something
I say hypothetical because it's only theory
My theory, so take a minute now to hear me

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
So what's your problem? It seems you want to be KRS too
From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack
'Cause KRS-One means simply one KRS
That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less
I've built up my credential financially and mental
Anytime I rhyme, I request the instrumental
I speak clearly and that's merely
Or should I say a mere help to my career
I'm really not into fashion or craze
Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise
You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy
Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me
But what a pity, I'm rocking New York City
And everywhere else, you put the jams on the shelf
You as an amateur is outspoken
I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hoping
That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up
But everything's live, that's why I don't dress up
"Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh"
I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test
Got DJ Scott La Rock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not to bite
'Cause when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it
I do not contemplate a battle 'cause it really ain't worth it
I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it

[Outro]
I'm teaching poetry
I'm teaching poetry
Scott La Rock
We're teaching poetry