1.Exhibit A
＊clapping, barking, and somebody yells 'yo whassup？？!'＊
One two
Rap music, what does it mean
What is everybody in this industry for
What is everybody, buying rap for
Why do people get involved, in rap music
Rap music number one, is the voice of black people, number one
Number two, it's the last voice, of black people
Black people have created every music you hear out here in the
streets today
Every single music, rock and roll down
Therefore; in a situation that has, all african music in it
All african music, uhh, exploiting itself of it, or coming out
of it
All african influence in all it's music
And you have what is called american music awards
You have what is called theft
And what i would like to bring out today is rap music
As, a revolutionary tool in changing the structure of racist
america
2.Blackman In Effect
Wake up!
Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it.
It's time for the massive bdp crew at the top of the pile.
Yo. in the morning i'm yawning, at noon is when i wake up
Make up my bed break up the bread and said
Scratching my head, why am i so damn intimidating？
Is it because of laws designed to keep us waiting and waiting
Thus hating all forms of a setback
Get back, if you can't understand a rap act.
This is the language of the people ready to hear the crew
I've got no juice, 'cause i'm not getting juiced
To have juice means you kiss and lick a lot of booty
To have respect means you simply new or newly
Heard what i had to say and felt as though you'd say that too
I'm not down with a juice-crew
But anyway i say today the message i create is great
I don't preach hate, i simply get the record straight
It's not the fault of the black race that we are misplaced
We're robbin' and killin', your own medicine you taste
You built up a race on the concept of violence
Now in '90 you want silence
Well, i want science, not silence but science
Scientific fact about black
The board of education acts as if it's only reality
Is talking 'bout a tom, dick and harry
So now you learn your black history is questions and answers
Every question but the black panthers
Timbuctoo existed when the caveman existed
Why then isn't this listed
Is this because the blackman is the original man
Or does it mean humanity is african
I don't know, but these sciences are hidden
For some strange reason it's forbidden
To talk about, or converse on a political outburst
I don't believe that i'm the first
Or should i say the first one, or the first one that's done
Music like i'm still number one
Music like that or this is the incredible uplift
Those that oppose get dissed
But who will oppose the teacher when society's a wreck
So check the blackman's in effect
Near the tigris and euphrates valleys in asia
Lies the garden of eden
Where adam became a father to humanity
Now don't get mad at me
But according to facts, this seems just fantasy
Because man, the most ancient man
Was found thousands of years before adam began
And where he was found, again they can't laugh at ya
It's right, dead, smack in africa
But due to religious and political power
We must be denied the facts every hour
We run to school, tryin' to get straight a's
Let's take a trip way back in the days
To the first civilization on earth, the egyptians
Giving birth to science, mathematics and music
Religion, the list goes on, you choose it
Egypt was the land of spiritual blessing
Egypt was the land of facts, not guessing
People from all over the world had come
To learn from egypt, egypt number one
So people that believe in greek philosophy
Know your facts, egypt was the monopoly
Greeks had learned from egyptian masters
You might say 'prove it', well here's the answers
640 to 322 b.c. originates greek philosophy
But in that era greece was at war
With themselves and persia, what's more
Any philosopher at that time was a criminal
He'd be killed very simple
This indicates that greece had no respect
For science or intellect
So how the hell you created philosophy
When you kill philosophers constantly
The point is that we descend from kings
Science, art and beautiful things
African history is the worlds history
This is the missing link and mystery
Once we realise they all are african
White will sit down with black and laugh again
So judge not least ye might be judged
By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged
Matthew seven, first verse doesn't budge
No man should walk the earth and sludgez
If you don't believe, you can go and check
To see how and where the blackman's in effect
3.Ya Know The Rules
Aiyyo, aiyyo kris they know the rules
Hahahahaha, yeah ya don't stop (say what？)
A-ya don't stop (bdp in the house) a-ya don't stop
(check it out, check it out...yo, d!)
Yo bust it, yo yo kris hold on
Let me give a shout out to some people, aight bust it
A scott larock, and ya don't stop
A sammy b, and ya don't stop
A mister cee, and ya don't stop
A cool v, and ya don't stop
Evil e, and ya don't stop
A easylee, and ya don't stop
A dj scratch, and ya don't stop
A spinderella, and ya don't stop
Jam master jay, and ya don't stop
A pa mase, and ya don't stop
So yo kris, my mellow my man yo
Get on the mic and do the best you can
Verse one： krs
Well, the teacher comes to you, in effect
From a different style, a whole different sect
I inject, force and intellect
When i hit the mic, suckers hit the deck
I come correct and practice what i preach
I don't pimp you or rule you i teach
Come through the doors and slap up whores
Ordering them to put back on their drawers
Cause, i run their pimp
When i leave he leaves with a limp
4.Exhibit B
History can never be made by one man, we must smash this one
quickly
History is made only by the masses of the people, this is clear
Even a, cursory glance at the falasfallacious presentation
Of history by the american capitalist system, will demonstrate
just this
Take george washington, as bad as he is
Put him in the middle of valley forge, by himself, surrounded
By the british, he can do nothing
＊laughing and applause＊
Mhmhmmmhmm
Take martin luther king as righteous as he is
Put him in the middle of birmingham by himself, speaking out
against racism
He would be lynched
But you take this same king, you take this same washington
Put them in valley forge, put them in alabama
Surround them with thousands of people who have the same ideas
they do
Willing to make those ideas reality and the situation changes
drastically
5.Beef
Beef, what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease？
This is another public service announcement
You can believe it, or you can doubt it
Let us begin now with the cow
The way it gets to your plate and how
The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man
So through his greed he makes a faster plan
He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker
Through the stress the cow gets sicker
Twenty-one different drugs are pumped
Into the cow in one big lump
So just before it dies, it cries
In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies
Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it
And there it is, in your local supermarket
Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed
And you wonder about heart attacks？
Come on now man let's be for real
You are what you eat is the way i feel
But, the food and drug administration
Will tell you meat is the perfect combination
See cows live under fear and stress
Trying to think what's gonna happen next
Fear and stress can become a part of you
In your cells and blood, this is true
So when the cow is killed, believe it
You preserve those cells, you freeze it
Thaw it out with the blood and season it
Then you sit down and begin eatin it
In your body, it's structure becomes your structure
All the fear and stress of another
Any drug is addictive by any name
Even drugs in meat, they are the same
The fda has america strung out
On drugs in beef no doubt
So if you think that what i say is a bunch of crock
Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop
Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete
It's the number one drug on the street
Not crack, cause that was made for just black
But brown beef, for all american teeth
Life brings life and death brings death
Keep on eatin the dead and what's left
Absolute disease and negative
Read the book 'how to eat to live'
By elijah muhammad, it's a brown paperback
For anybody, either white or black
See how many cows must be pumped up fatter
How many rats gotta fall in the batter
How many chickens that eat shit you eat
How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet
See you'll consume, the fda could care less
They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's
Fresh! for nineteen-ninety, you suckers
6.House Nigga
Let me see, let me see
How should i start
If i say stop the violence, i won't chart
Maybe i should write some songs like mozart
'cause many people don't believe rap is an art
Wake up, shake up, hypocrite look alive
Blastmaster krs-one will revive
Four or five million still deprived
When out to survive, wake up and realize
Some people say i am a rap missionary
Some people say i am a walking dictionary
Some people say i am truly legendary
But what i am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle tom house niggaz, too scary
So they can't be around, i don't do this
For every jesus, there must be a judas
It's the concept of the house nigga, field nigga
The house nigga will sell you up the river
So to massa, he'll look bigger
And when ya bet under a rock, he'll slither
But i'll grab the tail of the house nigga
Pull the trigger and his head i'll deliver
To the court of righteous people
Black, white, or indian, we're all equal
So all ya racist codes i'll decode, explode
And eat you like apple pie a la mode
On a hot day, don't bring me no hamhocks
Cause round the clock, i'll kick their buttocks
All afternoon in the classroom, in the living room
In the bathroom, in the swimming pool
On a footstool, then i'll stop -- nope, april fools!
Whip out the baseball bat and somehow
March your racist butt to moscow
Ya know what i'm saying？
Are there any, are there any intelligent people in the house？
What can i say, o ye of little faith
To think that krs-one has surely been erased
What a waste, my finger points at the face of the human race
They're confused and misplaced
My words are subliminal, sometimes metaphysical
I teach, not preach, you want a challenge？ i'll start dissin you
I go philosophical by topical
Hearin the call, ignorant, hot tropical
Ya want a palm tree and nice dope shade？
Only if the universal law is obeyed
Which is 'know thyself' for better mental health
Yet so many rappers are preoccupied with wealth
On my shelf i got titles
Other artists want belts and idols
World cups from seminars and conventions
Competition and not to mention
The award shows for pimps and hoes
And every other hypocrite that flaunt their clothes
Krs knows, so he just grows
Always sayin somethin different from the average joe's
So i confront them with the biggest chain
But it doesn't rate albums, i believe it is the brain
So i'll remain free while you reign, i'm lovin it
You be the king and i'll overthrow your government
Send your crew to berlin or dublin
I'll out-think em, chump em, and shrink em
Down to ya size, despite the cries
In the face of intelligence, ignorance dies
Dear, it's simple edutainment
Rap needed a teacher, so i became it
Rough and ready, the beats are very steady
With lyrics sharp as a machete
Clap, there's another house niggaz neck
Another soft unlce tom crew is in check
Ego wrecked and rhymes corrected
By krs-one, produced and directed
7.Exhibit C
Ya know, so we wanna clear the air
And let you all know what time of day it really is
Bdp are black revolutionaries
First for humanity, then for the upliftment of africa
And it goes a little somethin, like this
8.Love's Gonna Get'cha(Material Love)
Ya know that's why man i be telling you all the time man, you
know love,
That word love is a very serious thing, and if you don't watch
out i tell ya
That (love's gonna get you) because a lot of people out here say
'i love my
Car' or 'i love my chain' or or 'i'm i'm just in love with that
girl over
There' so far all the people out there that fall in love with
material items
We gonna bump the beat a lil' something like this
Im in junior high with a b plus grade,
At the end of the day i don't hit the arcade,
I walk from school to my moms apartment,
I got to tell the sucaks everyday 'don't start it',
Cause where i'm at if your soft your lost,
To say on course means to roll with force,
A boy named rob is chillin in a benz,
In front of my building with the rest of his friends,
I give him a pound, oh i mean i shake his hand,
He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man,
I go upstair and hug my mother,
Kiss my sister, and punch my brother,
I sit down on my bed to watch some tv,
(machine gun fire) do my ears decieve me,
Nope, thats the fourth time this week,
Another fast brother shot dead in the street,
The very next day while im off to class,
My moms goes to work cold busting her ass,
My sisters cute but she got no gear,
I got three pairs of pants and with my brother i share,
See there in school see i'm made a fool,
With one and a half pair of pant you aint cool,
But there's no dollars for nothing else,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Every day i see my mother struggling,
Now its time i've got to do something,
I look for work i get dissed like a jerk,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So here comes rob hes cold and shivery,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do it once, i do it twice,
Now theres steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My brothers my partner and we're getting paper,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My family's happy everything is new,
Now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do,
Chorus
Thats why, (loves gonna get you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
You fall in love with your chain,
You fall in love with your car,
Loves gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind,
So i want you to check the story out as we go down the line,
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
Money's flowing, everything is fine,
Got myself an uzi and my brother a nine,
Buisness is boomin' everything is cool,
I pull about a g a week fuck school,
A year goes by and i begin to grow,
Not in height but juice and cash flow,
I pick up my feet and begin to watch tv,
Cause now i got other people working for me,
I got a 55 inch television you know,
And every once in awhile i hear just say no,
Or the other commercial i love,
Is when they say, this is your brain on drugs,
I pick up my remote control and just turn,
Cause with that bullshit im not concerned,
See me and my brother jump in the bm,
Driving around our territory again,
I stop at the light like a superstar,
And automatic weapons cold sprayed my car,
I hit the accelerater scared as fuck,
And drove one block to find my brother was hit,
He wasn't dead but the blood was pouring,
And all i could think about was war and,
Later i found that it was rob and his crew,
Now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do,
Ya know thats why, (loves gonna get you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(love loves gonna get
you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
(love loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
That word love is very very serious(loves gonna get you)
Very addictive
My brothers out of it, but i'm still in it,
On top of that im in it to win it,
I can't believe that rob would diss me,
That faggot, that punk, he's soft a sissy,
I'm driving around now with three of my guys,
The war is on and i'm on the rise,
We rolled right up to his favorite hang out,
Said hello and then the bullets rang out,
Some fired back so we took cover,
And all i could think about was my brother,
Rob jumped up and began to run,
Busting shots hoping to hit someone,
So i just stopped, and let off three shots,
Two hit him and one hit a cop,
I threw the gun down and began to shout,
Come on i got him it's time to break out,
But as we ran there were the boys in blue,
Pointing their guns at my four man crew,
They shot down one, they shot down two,
Now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do,
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
(love loves gonna get you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
(love loves gonna get you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you),
(loves gonna get you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
(love loves gonna get you)
Ya know a lot of people believe that that word love is real
soft, but when
You use it in your vocabulary like your addicted to it it sneaks
right up
And takes you right out. out. out. out. out.
So, for future reference remember it's alright to like or want a
material
Item, but when you fall in love with it and you start scheming
and carrying
On for it, just remember, it's gonna get'cha
9.100 Guns
('one... two... three... four...')
Krs and melodie... live together with d-nice, and harmony
Side by side with rebecca, d-square, sidney
B...d...p...!
('one... two... three... four...') yes!
Chorus： krs-one
I got a hundred gun two hundred clips
Goin to new york, new york
I got a hundred gun two hundred clips
Goin to new york, new york
Verse one： krs-one
Well, i'm drivin my car, cross country
With a hundred guns and about six g
Me drivin through a town, me see two cops
They lookin at me funny like they really want stop
Me just turn my head, and gwan on me way
Put hip-hop ina de tape and press play
Me get one block and me hear 'pull ov-ah'
The guns are in the trunk, with a thin cov-ah
They ax me for id, driver's license prefer
Me ax them 'was i breakin any law, officer？'
They said 'oh yes, you passed county line
Niggers in these here parts now is a crime'
I said 'is that so？', and cocked back me nine
Bust two shots, ina the bwoy head top
His knees just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop
Me put the car in drive, and me did not stop
When i get to new york, i'm gonna set up shop
Bwoy!
Chorus
('one... two... three... four...')
Verse two： krs-one
Me in a hotel, off ninety-five north
Everything's fine, and yes me on course
Me walk to a bathroom, take a lickle leak
But right out the window, i can hear the cops speak
'we have the place surrounded we're about to move in'
That's when i pick up my nine and just begin
Pump pump pump! first copper hit the ground
Pump pump pump! second copper go down
Me jump out the window, tryin not to make a sound
Me run to the car, gunfire all around
I start up the engine, bust the barricade
All because illegally i want to get paid
Pump pump pump! there goes my tire
Me spun out of control, the car caught on fire
Me jump out the car, put me hands in the air
Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere
They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed
Pushed out them chests like they're big rough and tough
A cop come and said 'you'll never sell your guns now'
I said 'it doesn't matter, you'll sell them anyhow
You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee
Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city'
Hahaha... so still
Chorus 2x
Fiyah!!
10.Ya Strugglin'
Africans in america try to identify
Totally with their master in every respect
They are the only ones who can not do it
But they are the ones who will go to all extremes to do it
＊ laughing ＊ (check it out) ＊ then laughing some more ＊
They can not be disguised
But they will attempty to disguise themselves
I'm on a search, not for a car or a miniskirt
But the words i wish to exert
Will hurt, damage or upset the ego
You wanna be macho, yeah, but we know the deal
Jheri curls just ain't gettin it
Krs-one is only down for pickin it
Pick the afro, need no soul glo
Or carefree curls, that's just a no-no
Where oh where, are all the real men
The feminine look seems to be the trend
You got eyeliner on, chillin and maxin
See you're a man with a spine extraction
So what i'm askin is plain to see
Are there any straight singers in r＆b？
All i see, is the light-skinned buffy
Tryin hard, to be mr. tuffy
Yet in fact, you're mr. softie
With the beige contacts on, yo you lost me
I ain't with it, never will, never have
How can your son even call you dad？
Your skin is bleached and your nails you just buffin
Take a look at yourself man, ya strugglin'
Africa is so strong, that once she puts a stamp on you
Four hundred years of cold weather, death,
And all that fryin your hair shall not disguise you
As a matter of fact, she is so strong
That no matter what chemicals you put in your hair
She will come back and snatch it up
＊ audience laughter ＊
Tell me
Are you proud man, of who you are？
Or does your pride come out of a jar
Cause if you bought it, put it on, or sprayed it on
I tell you right now, it won't stay long
Cause if it ain't natural, it ain't kosher
It's like buyin and wearin a culture
If that culture ain't yours naturally
It's his, not yours, actually
You better wake up and smell the coffee
Look in the mirror and think mr. softie
People change, when they are ashamed
Of how they look or from which they came
Are you ashamed, of original black？
If you're not, why does your hair look like that？
Why is your nose straighter, from surgery？
I think you're really in a state of emergency
You're not sane to the african aim
So you're insane, and you need to obtain
Any, average rap album sculpture
And study it, just, to learn your culture
Even though, you don't think it's music
It's the blackest you'll ever get so use it
The blue-eyed black man to me is buggin
Take a look at yourself man, ya strugglin'
＊ audience laughter ＊
Yess.. capitalism will confuse these people, have them totally
confused
They will try every way to identify with their masters, every
way
Go to extreme lengths ＊ laughter ＊, i'm telling you, seriously!
Capitalism will confuse them y'know tell them the truth's a lie
I saw a sister the other day and i spoke to her about her hair
She said, 'i don't care what you say, i'm still gonna get my
perm!'
I told her, 'it's not a perm, it's a temporary'
＊ audience laughter ＊
Try in every possible way to identify..
11.Breath Control Ii
Hah, giddyap!
Ha ha ha hah..
Another dope dope dope style
By the massive bdp crew
Of course, i will now present to you
A different view, for 1990
Of course, eighty-nine is behind me
Check it out
It's called breath control, breath control, breath control
stylee
Breath control a-lone, breath control a-lone
Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone..
It's krs-one, yes the t'cha
I wear clarks and only nike sneaker
In your speaker, is the new style
Dedicated to the intelligent child
In the front row, or behind me
We're gonna pull somebody file for the 90's
You want lyrics？ we come correct
Bdp, only movin with respect
The other mc's, they can't believe me
A when i rhyme it sound just like a cd
We don't lip-sync, we go all live
On stage, i bring about four or five
That's d-nice, sydney, and melodie
And myself, harmony, and willie d
We come humble, we just grumble
While other mc's crew just crumble
They want dancers, they want lighting
They want effects, to make them look exciting
But it's frightening, cause without that
The whole crew, is whick whick whick whack
Bdp comes, with the cheapest
And perform miracles like jesus
The total respect, we achieve it
And the big head-liner can't believe it
It's called breath control, breath control, breath control
stylee
Breath control a-lone, breath control a-lone
Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone.. get ready for the break..
Ha ha ha ha ha hah..
Well the styles i, usually dish out
Are so dope that you don't wanna miss out
We got pages, of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
Get the album, hear the music
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for any mc
That wanna test, k-r-s, o-n-e
Cause i've been watchin, these other rap groups
They walk around like they're some kinda big soup
You can't touch them, you only see them
In a arena or big coliseum
So when you watch them, for a second
Them sound nuttin like they do on record
Them sound cheesy, them sound wheezy
For twenty dollars boy you know them never please me
So i see this, and prevent this
It's like goin for a checkup at the dentist
Cause when you come to a bdp performance
The microphone, had better have endurance
Cause we'll check it, and then wreck it
And then the soundman has got to accept it
Because it's breath control, breath control, breath control
stylee
Breath control a-lone, breath control a-lone
Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone.. take it out..
12.Exhibit D
All you white people out there that think you're down with
america can
Forget it. cause they tax all of us. all of us, one by one. just
Take a look at leona helm-helmsley. taxed her, she's white i
believe.
＊laughter＊ yeah threw her butt right in jail. she ain't nothin
but
Another hoe, according to this system. ＊laughter＊ you ain't pay
your
Taxes hoe, get back in jail. ＊uproarious laughter＊
13.Edutainment
Give it to em!
Nuff respect! and praise to the creator
Over the years it seems that i became a
Landmark, in the hip-hop field of art
I shed light, yet my skin is dark
I'm not conerned with climbin the chart
Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart？
I'll start, cause only jah will create it
I'll just name it, edutainment
People sit and they look at my album
Like a problem, they try to solve em
They don't know, it only leads the way
To a bright more positive day
By itself, it's not the bright day
Sit up straight, and hear what i say
Fear and ignorance, i'm down for stoppin this
But the bright day is your conciousness
I am poet, my words will heal you
I'm not a phony i'll really feel you
That's why i walk and talk to my nation
Wherever they are, in any situation
They usually ask for an autograph
And i'll whip out the pen and just write blast-
-master, k-r-s, o-n-e
Bdp, peace and unity
But do not concentrate on the paper
Concentrate on the laws of the creator
Cause when the paper's gone, it will deceive you
But allah will never leave you
Nothing i say now is hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung？
He was hung by the so-called christians
That went to church, and did not listen
See jesus couldn't stand politics
So they nailed him to a crucifix
Then it was that way, today it's a trigger
So why is the pope such a political figure？
I don't know, but it's really beyond me
But through knowledge, they'll never con me
Cause from jesus christ to right now
Everytime a black man speaks up, ka-pow
See people concentrate on the leader
And not the message comin through the speaker
If the christians really heard christ
The black man never would've lived this life
My point is that do not concentrate
On what i state, create, or debate
I might be great, and you might admire
But what i say is to take you much higher
More higher than the physical plane
To the plane of forces in the astral plane
The mental plane, and the final three
They're all around you, yet you can't see
So grab the sphere of life and aim it
And you'll be guided by edutainment
14.Homeless
Yeah...
You could call a man a bum with disgust on your morning run
Cause he lives outside in the street, you don't know this
But you've failed to realise that the one you so despise
Reflects yourself cos every black man is homeless
You could take your alka-seltzer while you talk about shelter
You might even wanna talk about a little loan
Cause no matter how rich you become you'll always be two, not
one
Cause believe it or not, america ain't your home
We've been taught to say our name, afro-american, all the same
Not fully american but gettin' there very slowly
Cause to fully be american, you know, you gotta take out the
word 'afro'
Now they've relaxed i hear they might as well call us toby
See, afro and black are african, while theft is american
So how can afro-american make much sense？
Your ancestors come from africa
By stealing them now you're born in america
So the black man is homeless even though he pays rent
Some black people say 'we built this place
So we are american, but of the black race'
Well let me make this little topic known
The japanese also built this place
In technology and they're winnin' the race
But at the end of the day the japanese can go home
Do you see the point that i'm getting at？
I'm not a racist, i'm statin' a fact
Blacks are actually prisoners of war
Cause while south africa continues to fight
We try our best to look more and more white
Proof that the blacks have been stripped of their core
Well, i guess i didn't sing and dance enough
For black radio to play this stuff
But this ain't soft like ice-cream with a sugar cone
I'm only here to state one fact
Wake up african, your colour is black
And every black man is homeless cause he ain't got no home
15.Exhibit E
Lincoln said, in this piece here, he says... he frees the
slaves; he
Said, 'all slaves in armed rebellion.' the slaves. now
understand one
Point：the african is not a slave, that's one point that they
didn't
Realize when they were writin this. the african is not a slave.
the
African has a history far more advanced than this
nineteen-ninety
History we're in right now. he's not a slave. lincoln's
ultimately
Sayin now you were born a slave, you'll always be a slave, and
all i
Will ever see you as is a slave, and i free you.
16.The Kenny Parker Show
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty bdp posse
This is our 4th album and we're still not takin no shorts
Yeah.. ha hah!
On the wheels of steel, is kenny parker
As we say he can't get no darker
All about action, not a fast talker
All the whick whack sucker dj's
Gotta try much harder
My man willie willie willie d
Taggin up bdp with a fat marker
And this, is what's on today's charter
Ha hah hah
All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air
Bdp rockin without no fear
So kenny parker if you know what time it is
Throw the funky fresh beat in like this
C'mon!
＊ crowd chants 'go, go, go, go' for a while ＊
Ha hah
Well it's me, down with bdp
Krs-one rocks any party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes
The suckers shake, while i'm creatin
They get together and they start debatin
How can we take him out one time？
So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme
I might go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, 'just checkin the mic'
Droppin fresh styles i like
So throw up your hands and drop your mic
Cause i'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth well i'll go for self
Rockin new york like no one else
You can check any rapper from seventy-eight
A few have rocked their whole career straight
Some had dope twelve inches, count em
But not many crews had slammin albums
Bdp rocks consistently
From _criminal minded_ to 1990
Why？ well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint： the public pays me
So you can call me a public servant
Not a king but a teacher, i'll believe i earned it
So i just walk, or ride my bike
If i walk to a jam well i'll rock the mic
Gimme a chance and i'll rock the house
But don't let a sucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, i will strangle
If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle
Adidas, nike's, arms, mics
Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike
Step right up if that's what you like
But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, i recite
My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white
As your faggot dj would say, 'well alllllright'
I am your mentor
Victory is mine, it's time you surrender
Sucker! and just back up quickly
Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me
Or outwit me with the style that i created
Years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show
Oh, all of a sudden you don't know
Or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind
That rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face
In case you bass i'll erase your whole rap
Tell you right now i ain't tryin to hear that
I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew
I deny your existence as artists
You're puttin out a record expectin to chart
But it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone
You fail to realize nope you're not alone
On the earth, the light comes forth as krs
Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and shed light
Behave, you're still a 20th century slave
Headed for the grave in a wave
So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk
And put a little pep in your step
Krs-one will destroy any ignorant reputation
In the nation, in creation
Princes, kings, queens, or any occupation
Like rappers with nuttin to say
I crush those idiots and throw em away
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, i'd rather
Gather together and splatter whatever
Egotistic mystics, with macho poses
If you ain't for black you're down for guns 'n' roses
Yeah! c'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, alright! (alright!) alright! (alright!)
Dj kenny parker takin out these sucker dj's
My man willie d, never in a daze, ha hah
We got symone in the house
We got, d-square in the house
We got ms. melodie rockin the soundset
My man d-nice, hit it!
17.Original Lyrics
Extra extra, read all about it!
Krs-one's rhymes, have been doubted
Suckers stepped up, and got murdered!!
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!
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!
18.The Racist
Verse
I've been taught to respect my elders and behave
Even if when they were young they sold slaves
Truth and understandin' is what i crave
In the land of the thief, home of the slave
Turn your page to a brief demonstration
Cos now in '90 it's strictly information i'm givin'
Teachin' on a regular basis
Today's lecture is about the racist
We're not out to exaggerate or diss him
But show the symptoms and facts of racism
Understand the racist ain't equal
There's about five different types of racist people
First of the five different types of cases
Is the individual brought up racist
Here you have young men and women
Brought up in the great white way opinion
This opinion introduced by the parent
To the civilised becomes transparent
The civilised man could look through the faces
Make the analysis and see the racist
Number two case which y'all must hear
Is the individual racist out of fear
Here you have people that fear the african
And conjure up new ways of trappin' him
Number three is the unconscious racist
Not knowin' they're racist they invade your spaces
They say, 'i'm not a racist, i'm not a bigot'
Yet they allow it to go on and won't admit it
Number four is the money racist
The one that used the topics of sheer economics
They say, 'owning a business isn't for the black man
He don't want that', yet they went and took his land
Damn, that's like a rock in a hard place
You don't have your land yet this ain't your space
America was built by every other race
Except the european that runs this place
What a waste, america's doomed
To be overthrown by the righteous real soon
But last but not least racial prejudice
Is the black man speakin' out of ignorance
Whitey this and ching-chow that
Is not how the intelligent man acts
You can't blame the whole white race
For slavery, cos this ain't the case
A large sum of white people died with black
Tryin' hard to fight racial attacks
The media wants you to think that no whites
Really fought and died for civil rights
But once we have a true sense of history
You'll see this too as a mystery
If black and white didn't argue the most
They could clearly see the government's screwin' 'em both.
19.7 Dee Jays
Yes! chillin in the place right now
Harmony and heather b, ms. melodie
Dj jamal-ski, dj kenny parker
And of course we are gettin much darker
Because the africanism is in effect
So check it out, man!
And try not to bite the lyrics
Poi!
So come in now with the chorus of the day
Because we don't play
Chorus： krs-one
It takes 7 dee jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 dee jays to control a sound
But d-nice, you're gonna make the party live
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, i love to do tours
Makin young ladies just drop their drawers
And when they drop em, i don't kick em, check it
Like the fat boys said, i 'brrrrrrrr, stick em!'
From that point on, i say we're on for the night
But i love it when the girl just call me d-nice
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee
I say, 'please hoe, it's all about me'
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
But the underground sister from the edutainment crew
So what you do, is back up if you work for bush
Cause all the presidential prison pushin politicians
Gotta get mushed, gimme back my land you sucka
You beat down my father and you raped my mother africa
And now you wanna laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch up margaret thatcher and unmaskin her
To find out she's a man without a manicure
Go to president deklerk without askin her
And bust some shots for south africa
And if margaret jumps in, i start bashin her
For every freedom fighter start crashin her
And then heather b will get nastier
And pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, heather b comes classier
Cause heather b, jamal-ski, and krs the trainer
Makes up the dope crew called, edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the fresh edutainer label
Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, jamal-ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They call me top celebrity
Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly
Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi
But i kill run a leggin on misses dancee
Blam! blam! we comin out and yes you are the don
You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion
Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done
Me read from genesis unto relevation
Me nice and into england, nice it up in ja-pan
Me have armitage, me have enough stylee
Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna
Come in de dance with the nuff stylee
And krs-one, now comin in with harmony
Now i'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call
Follow me follow me, sister harmony
I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a
You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a
Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a
You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup
I'm a, stimulator, administrator
Activator, initiator
Captivator, originator
Perculator, perk you up
It's harmony, the minor key
That moves with the rhythm passionately
I ain't ego trippin i do it humbly
Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of bdp
It's easy, for me you see
I ain't the one or the two, i'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus： krs-one
It takes 7 dee jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 dee jays to control a sound
But krs, you're gonna make the party live
Well now it's blastmaster krs-one
When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done
Pray to my father cause yes me are the son
Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection
Any sucker mc must run come
Kyan't test the boogie down production man
Move ya ras claat, bdp stand alone
1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone
Every posse know we come in the dance
We teach reality-ta-tee an'
Reality, reality-ta-ta-tee
We nah deal with sickness and negativity
We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee
In the discipline krs-one is just a flyer
Come up in the dance with my man called edi ayah
On the con-sole we have the man d-square
Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah
Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah
At george bush, cause him d my nigga
Krs-one, him the president come
The crew called bdp, melo-di-di-de-de
Comin live and direct in full effect
Ms. m-e-l-o-d-i-e on the mic check
Well i'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If someone said, well damn, who is it？
It's ms. melodie, the real, so get with it
Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy
The way they treat blacks, in white society
It's erection rebellion, revolution uprisin
Takin no shorts, because jah is guidin
Government they try to manage and rule
Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool
That's why i search, explore, inspect, investigate
Drop down knowledge, and kill dub plates
Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah
Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah
Krs-one, boy, must come fi straighter
Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah
Every posse know me come in the dance not later
Come in early, every posse captivator
Krs-one, and enough herb gate-ah
Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah
Krs-one, them call me krs-one-ah
Krs-one, me come to nice up any ja-a-am
Krs-one, them call me krs-one-ah
Krs-one, me come to nice up any jam
Me comin in the dance, with the crew called bdp-ah
Down with the set is a harmony-ah
Ms. melodie and my man kenny p ah
Come in jam and look at what a raw stylee
Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent
Pick-a-dig-dinny
Jump up upon me come to run it again
Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend
Tell your mudda and tell you fadda
And tell your sista and yuh bruda
A when they hold fi di mic they call me dj murderahh
Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion
Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, follow me now
Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, flash it
Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam
Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a
When me do that, the dancehall fi run
Some of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell ganjah
But i'm the one msn jamal me sell the culture stylah
And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer
Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin
Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah!
Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin
I'm the one jamal-ski dem from new york city-ah
What dey call me, bdp posse an' a
Jamal now can rewind stylee
Rewind circulate, never ever imitate
When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great
Test me, and you'll, test your fate
Blam! blam! jamal now can know yes you are the don an' a
Come in now krs-one, an' a
Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma
Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma
Me a melt down the sound-ah
Melt down the sound, come mi say melt down the sound-ah
Krs-one, the master of the verb and noun ah
Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner
Kings, mash up, crown
Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah
Every posse know that we ah rule every sound
Jump up in the dance and run every town ah
Dj, nuff, clown
Come up in the dance, bucks em right down ah
If you a prince we'll flood ya and you drown ah
Krs-one ah, mash up better sound ah
Satan in the dance, we a mash right down ah
Down, to the ground
Krs him have the number one sound
Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound sound
Number one sound what in creation
Play with yourself it's called masturbation
Chop it off, castration
Jesus christ get the crucifixion
Three days later, resurrection
He's comin back, read revelation
Close the book, pick up your gun
And fight in the african revolution
Righteous man, get liberation
Wicked man get execution
It's called the battle of armageddeon
Through my mouth is a translation
Unto recknoning to circulation
Nuff african education
Dj kenny parker yes you are the don
Edutainer teach nuff wisdom
Chorus： krs-one
It takes 7 dee jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 dee jays to control a sound
But scott larock, you're gonna make the party live
It takes
1 dee jay, jigga jay ah jay ah jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay ah jay
It takes 1, jigga jay jay, a jigga jay jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay
It takes a jigga to your face, a jigga jay jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga
1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay
1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a
1..
20.30 Cops Or More
When they arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey
If you a black herb smuggler
They will, watch you by the hour
It only means that if you have more money
Then you have more power
They will come in the night
And they will read you your rights
There is no need to fight
If you're black there is no need to fight
But when them come to arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey
Years ago a black man couldn't be a cop
They could only be great dancers
When the whole police department was white
Justice, was the black panthers
We've been robbed of our religion
Our government and social position
And you won't see no quick solution
Until you see the black revolution
But when them come to arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey
'he's gonna get across the border before we can catch him'
＊dogs barking＊
'just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead'
＊dogs barking＊
They arrest us by the hour
Cause the black man in the ghetto has power
If he would wake up and unite
The police department would lose the fight
But when them come to arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey
If you a black herb smuggler
They will, watch you by the hour
It only means that if you have more money
Then you have more power
They will come in the night
And they will read you your rights
There is no need to fight
If you're black there is no need to fight
But when them come to arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now
When they arrest a
Black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey
'he's gonna get across the border before we can catch him'
＊dogs barking＊
'just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead'
＊dogs barking＊
'he's gonna make it'
'let the dogs go!'
'no i won't do it!'
'he's got full, they've only got two'
'they'll tear him apart, i won't do it'
'let the dogs go!'
'turn loose those dogs!'
21.Exhibit F
When you realize you have this army, or one concept, one
thought, one
Movement, one action; you have what is called a revolution. but
the
More we stay seperated, and the more we don't understand the
concept of
The eye, that is within all of us, then we will constantly
constantly
Lose, every single battle, from day one to day forever. thank
you,
We'll take questions. ＊clapping, applause, and shouting＊
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