[Ms. Melodie]   Extra extra, read all about it!   KRS-One's rhymes, have been doubted   Suckers stepped up, and got MURDERED!!      [KRS-One]   Pump pump pom pom POING!   Yo, this goes out, to George Bush   Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick   Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Margaret Thatcher   Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick   Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Bensonhurst   Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick   Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... De Klerk   Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick   Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick      It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat   The master of the microphone is here and he's black   Recitin poetry, beautifully articulated   Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature   of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it   The styles they're doing, is from my old record   They bought my album, for $8.99   Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme   I don't mind because I'm here to show   The lost MC's which way to go   So here's my rep, to those that slept   And didn't get the first concept in depth   I am the manifestation of study   NOT, the manifestation of money   Therefore I advance through thought   Not what's manufactured and bought   Concentration, and calculation   Goes into every song creation   The first and second album rocked you   Third album made you think and got through   Didn't you think I knew?   Number three, wasn't for the dance crew   But it gave me a chance to see   Who was REALLY down with BDP   I set the warm milk, in the glass   And the snakes came out the grass   They don't realize I'm not confined   Nor trapped by space and time   I am a rebel, an overthrower   Descendant of the black man Noah   Radio DJ's, all around   Constantly tell me how they are down   To uplift Africa and unite black   Yet they fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?_   It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I just get loose   And demonstrate the truth   Many MC's can only rock the many   But I rock a few with my brother Kenny   >From twenty-thousand to ten I'm housin   African culture is what I'm arousin   In your consciousness, soul and body   Pay attention while I rock the party   Cause now I'm gonna show ya how the East Coast rocks   Bumpin sucker MC's out the box   Rockin the dreadlocks and the flattops   I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop   The new hip-hop, and get props   Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott LaRock   Spins in heaven, while the earth I rock   MC's adopt, the styles I drop   They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no direction   So they wanna go pop   Chasin the charts up and down like suckers   Totally ignoring their sisters and brothers   They're the ones to say you're number one   Not chart position, so pick up the drum and hum   Sing along, it's a poetry session   Mathematically applied, no guessin   I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked   get your ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it   Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, Kenny Parker on the mix!      [Special K]   Yes yes I'm Special K   On New York's Two show on WBDP   This is the brand new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions   And it's off the Edutainment LP   Wanna send a shout out to the BDP Posse   Of course to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square   And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D   And of course me... seeya!