Intro:      This is a test   Of the Boogie Down Production   Prevention Against Sucka MC's   In the event of a real emergency   You would have been instructed   On which jams to play   And how loud to blast your radio   And now, a word from our sponsor      Verse One:      I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One   Provin that my job ain't done until I get some   More, no need to roar or yell   Cos I can still tell what will sell   And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll   That style is old, so unfold   Blossom, bloom, you got the room   So go ahead and consume   A new era, KRS-One comes better   Bite another lyric? Never   Cos I'm too clever, however   I own my own label   Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable   And partner Lee Smith   I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift   Hip-hop, hip-hop   My voice is like a monster   And now a word from our sponsor      Verse Two:      Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten   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 time   Not 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 way   I 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 mix      Verse Three:      Cool 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 tale   From the days of prison I have uprisen   To my family members I'm marked down as missin   Listen, circumstances put me right in the street   With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep   Some 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 nourish   I 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   Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin   Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta   Let me pause, and now a word from our sponsor