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Of the Boogie Down Production

Prevention Against Sucka MC's

In the event of a real emergencyYou would have been instructed

On which jams to play

And how loud to blast your radio

And now, a word from our sponsorI'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One

Proving that my job ain't done until I get some

More, no need to roar or yell

'Cause I can still tell what will sellAnd would have sold without yelling over a drum roll

That style is old, so unfold

Blossom, bloom, you got the room

So go ahead and consumeA new era, KRS-One comes better

Bite another lyric? Never

'Cause I'm too clever, however, I own my own label

Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntableAnd partner Lee Smith

I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift

Hip-hop, hip-hop, my voice is like a monster

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I gotta start this rhyme again

How many words can I find that rhyme?

And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on timeNot many but I have plenty

Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any

One, any daughter, any son that comes my way

Hey, you got to go the other wayI represent my DJ Scott LaRock, D-Nice, the beat box

I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks

Many people know me, yet I'm known by few

My name is KRS-One, son

Not two or three or four or five or six

The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mixCool like the air we breathe

Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail

As sure as my name is 'Blastmaster KRS'

Sit and listen to the very essence of this taleFrom the days of prison I have uprisen

To my family members I'm marked down as missing

Listen, circumstances put me right in the street

With the will to survive, get paid, eat and sleepSome weep or should I rather say some cry

Can't get by so later on they die

Because the strong will survive, the weak will perish

Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourishI love what I got and like what I had

I'm glad, not sad and I don't even get mad

I get even, myself and some others I believe in

'Cause these others are my brothas and perfection we're achieving

Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta

Let me pause and now a word from our sponsor

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