Verse One: KRS-One      Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson   Class is in session so you can stop guessin   If this is a tape or a written down memo   See I am a professional, this is not a demo   In fact call it a lecture, a visual picture   Sort of a poetic and rhythm-like mixture   Listen, I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin   Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishin   For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste   If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest   I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it   It takes concentration for fresh communication   Observation, that is to see without speaking   Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin   a class, or rather school, cause you need schooling   I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling   This is an introduction to poetry   A small dedication to those that might know of me   They might know of you and maybe your gang   But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang   Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow   Say something now ... thought so   You seem to be the type that only understand   The annihilation and destruction of the next man   That's not poetry, that is insanity   It's simply fantasy far from reality   Poetry is the language of imagination   Poetry is a form of positive creation   Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it   Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it      Verse Two: KRS-One      Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop   The beat may drop but not like all the others   They just cover while I just smother   Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha   KRS-One will have to show another   MC or self-proclaimed king or queen   Or gang or crew or solo or team   That I mean   Business   So tell me what is this?   See I come from the Bronx so just kiss this   Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment   The antidote for sucka MC's and they're fearin it   It's self-explanatory, no one's writin for me   The poetry I'm rattlin is really not for battlin   But if you want I will simply change the program   So when I'm done you will simply say "damn"   So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical   Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin   I say hypothetical because it's only theory   My theory, so take a minute now to hear me      Verse Three: KRS-One      So what's your problem?   It seems you want to be KRS-Two   From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack   Cos KRS-One means simply one KRS   That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less   I've built up my credential financially and mental   Anytime I rhyme I request the instrumental   I speak clearly and that's merely   Or should I say a mere, help to my career   I'm really not into fashion or craze   Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise   You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy   Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me   But what a pity, I'm rockin New York City   And everywhere else, you put the jams on the shelf   You as an amateur is outspoken   I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hopin   That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up   But everything's live that's why I don't dress up   "Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh"   I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test   Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me   Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty   Get it right, or train yourself not to bite   Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it   I do not contemplate a battle cause it really ain't worth it   I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it      I'm teaching poetry   I'm teaching poetry   Scott LaRock   We're teaching po-e-try