Текст песни Dope Beat - Boogie Down Productions
(KRS)I
got
a
dope
beat?
(All)You
got
a
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
a
dope
beat.
(All)We
got
a
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
a
DOPE
beat.
(All)You
got
a
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
a
DOPE
BEAT!
(All)WE
GOT
A
DOPE
BEAT!
My
name
is
at
the
top
of
all
of
those
that
mix
I'm
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
wasn't
fly
Others
claim
to
be
fresh,
but
they're
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,
it's
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
don't
eat
meat
You
can
look
me
up
and
down,
and
my
DJ
too
Because
we
make
up
the
Boogie
Down
Productions
crew
Takin
out
MC's
- 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
He's
I.C.U.,
he's
out
to
kill
I'm
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
don't
smoke
crack
Captivatin
the
crowd,
seven
days
a
week
You
know
what
they
told
me
to
say?
I
got
the
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
a
dope
beat
(All)You
got
a
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
the
DOPE
beat
(All)We
got
a
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
a
dope
beat?
(All)You
got
a
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
a
DOPE
BEAT!
(All)WE
GOT
THE
DOPE
BEAT!
For
me
to
say
again
another
of
my
rhyme
Means
what
you
heard
before
must've
blew
up
your
mind
So
now
it's
time,
to
find,
poetry
like
mine
Do
not
waste
all
your
time
because
I'm
one-of-a-kind
Pullin
out,
easy
goin
cause
the
money
be
flowin
6'4",
brown
eyes,
and
I'm
always
showin
Stupid
MC's
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
I'm
KRS-One
Not
two,
not
three,
but
O-N-E
Get
it
right
the
first
time
I
won't
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
don't
braaaaaaaaag,
about
the
people
I
know
Because
they're
still
bluffin,
they're
not
givin
me
nothin
I
can
walk
around
the
city
with
the
rhymes
I
flaunt
Cause
no
matter
how
you
front
they're
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!
. *guitar
interlude*
.
My
name
is
KRS-One,
I'm
still
kinda
young
I
don't
wear
Adidas
cause
my
name
ain't
Run
Got
Nike's
on
my
feet,
and
to
be
complete
I
can
rock
an
American
or
reggae
beat
Got
rhymes
for
70's,
80's,
and
90's
Not
bein
conceited
but
it
won't
pay
to
try
me
Out
to
any
feud,
any
battle,
any
reason
Make
the
rhymes
up
every
season
this
style
I'm
just
teasin
Pick
up
the
pace,
homeboy,
pick
up
the
pace
You're
way
behind
schedule,
listen
to
what
I'm
tellin
you
This
particular
style
may
vary
The
things
I
converse
about
are
heard
rarely
Some
can't
bear
me,
others
try
to
scare
me
Soundin
intelligent
but
not
yet
equivalent!
You
know
what?
(All)You
got
a
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
a
dope
beat!
(All)We
got
a
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
the
dope
beat?
(All)You
got
the
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
the
DOPE
BEAT!
(All)WE
GOT
THE
DOPE
BEAT!
(KRS)I've
got
the
dope
beat!
(All)You've
got
the
dope
beat
(KRS)I
got
the
dope
beat!
(All)We
got
the
dope
beat
(KRS)Beat
that
we
got?
(All)THE
DOPE
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
mother's
first
son
And
no
he'll
never
run...
BD...
BD...
Scott
LaRock...
Scott
LaRock
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