D.j. doc you know he's down with us   D-square, he's down with us   Keyboard money mike, is down with us   I.c.u., you know he's down with us   D-nice and mcboo, they're down with us   Ms. melodie, she's down with us   Just-ice and dmx, they're down with us   My manager moe, he's down with us   Castle-d boy, he's down with us   D.j. red alert, he's down with us   Robocop boy, he's down with us   Makin' funky music is a must   I'm number one   People still takin' rappin' for a joke   A passing hope or a phase with a rope   Sometimes I choke and try to believe   When I get challenged by a million mcs   I try to tell them, we're all in this together   My album was raw because no-one would ever   Think like I think and do what I do   I stole the show, and then I leave without a clue   What do you think makes up a krs?   Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking?   Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble   Rebel, renegade, must stay paid   Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits   Causing me to take long trips   I'm the original teacher of this type of style   Rockin' off-beat with a smile   Or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to   Bdp posse so I love to   Step in the jam and slam   I'm not superman, because anybody can   Or should be able to rock off turntables   Grab the mic, plug it in and begin   But here's where the problem starts, no heart   Because of that a lot of groups fell apart   Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the old school   'Cause rap is still a brand-new tool   I say no-one's from the old school 'cause rap on a whole   Isn't even twenty years old   Fifty years down the line, you can start this   'Cause we'll be the old school artists   And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme   A brand-new style, ruthless and wild   Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun   'Cause even then, I'm still number one      Blastmaster krs-one of course   Comes to express with style the lost   Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present   Knock, knock, who is it?   A brand-new style, hup, time to change   People talk about me when they see me on stage   Live in action, guaranteed raw   I hang with the rich and I work for the poor   Now tomorrow you can say you saw   Krs-one stompin' once more   I play by ear, I love to steer   The alfa romeo from here to there   I grab the beer, but not in the ride   'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive   I'm not a beginner, amateur or local   My album is sellin' because of my vocals   You know what you need to learn?   Old school artists don't always burn   You're just another rapper who's had his turn   Now it's my turn, and I am concerned   About idiots posing as kings   What are we here to rule?   I thought we were supposed to sing   And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach   Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak   Krs-one is something like a total renegade   Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid   Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'   Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'   Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on   By bringin' out the truth in a song   So bdp, short for boogie down productions   Made a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'   People have the nerve to take me for a gangster   An ignorant one, something closer to a prankster   Doin' petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary   But in a scale of crime that's really elementary   This beat is now compelling me to explain in silence   Why my last jam was so violent   It's simple bdp will teach reality   No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like the p is free   So now you know, a poet's job is never done   But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still number one   Kool moe dee, he's down with us   Eric b. and rakim, they're down with us   Stetsasonic, they're down with us   Dana dane, he's down with us   Sleeping bag records, they're down with us   My lawyer jay, he's down with us   Jive/rca is down with us   Makin' funky music is a must   I'm number one