My Philosophy (Extended Version)

So you're a philosopher?
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I think very deeply
I think very deeply
I think very deeply
I think
I think
I think very deeply
I think
I think very deeply

In about four seconds a teacher will begin to speak

Huh, let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda rational
When I be askin' you who is more dramatic
Is this one or 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 diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover

Holdin' a pistol, somethin' far from a lover
Beside my brother S-C-O-T-T
I just laugh, cause no one can defeat me

This is lecture number two, my philosophy
Number one was poetry, you know it's me
This is my philosophy many artists gotta learn
I'm not flammable, I don't burn
So please stop burnin' and learn to earn respect
Cause that's just what K-R collects
See what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk
You walk down the street and get jumped
You gotta have style and learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you

Like me, we stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucker 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 life, we roll correctly

A lot of suckers would like to forget me
But they can't, cause like a champ I have got a record
Of knockin' out the frauds in a second
On the mic I believe that you should get loose
I haven't come to tell you I got juice
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
I'll be back, but for now just settle

You hear the man, D-Nice
What do you think of what you said?
You hear the man, D-Nice
What do you think of what you said?

I 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, teachin' other artists
Offerin' new concepts in their hardest
Yo, cause I'm a teacher and Scott 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 setup, a lot of games

A lot of suckers 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 they're bad but they're buggin'
Let me show you somethin' now about hip-hop
About D-Nice, Melody and Scott La Rock
I 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 brothers eat chicken and watermelon
Talk broken English and drug sellin'

See I'm tellin' and teachin' pure facts
The way some act in rap is kinda wack and it lacks
Creativity and intelligence
But they don't care cause they company's sellin' it
It's my philosophy on the industry
Don't bother dissin' me or even wishin' we
Soften, dilute or commercialize all the lyrics
Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it
And 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 Scott La Rock

So you're a philosopher?
Yes
I think very deeply

In about four seconds a teacher will begin to speak

How many MC's must get dissed
Before somebody says don't fuck with Kris
This is just one style out of many

Like a piggy bank this is one penny
My brother's name is Kenny, that's Kenny Parker

My other brother ICU 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 or cover a certain industry
All inside this room right now would be in misery
No one would get along nor sing a song
Cause everyone be singin' for the king, am I wrong?

So yo, what's up, it's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, DDP again
Many people had the nerve to think that we would end the trend
With criminal minded and hobbin' which is only ten
Funky funky funky funky funky hit records

No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'
They take the album, take it home and start sweatin'
Why? Well it's simple, to them it's kinda vital

To take KRS-One's title
To them I'm like an idol, some type of entity
In everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me
Or rather mention us, me and Scott La Rock
But they could get bust, get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around nor do I F 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