Yo what's up Blastmaster KRS One

This jam is kicking

Word, yo what up D-Nice?

(Yo what's up Scott La Rock?)

Yo man we chilling just funky fresh jam

I want to tell you a little something about us

We're the Boogie Down Productions crew

And due to the fact that

No-one else out there knew what time it was

We have to tell you a little story about

Where we we come from

South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4x)

Many people tell me this style is terrific

It is kinda different but let's get specific

KRS-One specialize in music

I'll only use this type of style when I choose it

Party people in the place to be

KRS-One attacks

You got dropped off MCA

Cause the rhymes you wrote was wack

So you think that hip-hop

Had its start out in Queensbridge

If you pop that junk up in the Bronx

You might not live, cause you're in

South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4x)

I came with Scott La Rock to express one thing

I am a teacher and others are kings

If that's the title they earn

Well it's well deserved, but

Without a crown, see, I still burn

You settle for a pebble

Not a stone like a rebel

KRS-One is the holder of a boulder

Money folder

You want a fresh style let me show ya

Now way back in the days

When hip-hop began, with Coke LaRock

Kool Herc, and then Bam

B-boys ran to the latest jam

But when it got shot up

They went home and said "Damn

There's got to be a better way

To hear our music every day

B-boys getting blown away

But coming outside anyway"

They tried again outside in Cedar Park

Power from a street light made the place dark

But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out

I know a few understand what I'm talking about

Remember Bronx River, rolling thick

With Kool DJ Red Alert

And Chuck Chillout on the mix

When Afrika Islam was rocking the jams

And on the other side of town

Was a kid named Flash

Patterson and Millbrook projects

Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it

The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys

The real Rock Steady taking out these toys

As odd as it looked, as wild as it seems

I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens

It was seventy-six to 1980

The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy

You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop

Because the pistols would go

So why don't you wise up

Show all the people in the place

That you are wack

Instead of tryna take out LL

You need to take your homeboys off the crack

Cause if you don't, well

Then their nerves will become shot

And that would leave the job up

To my own Scott La Rock and he's from

South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4x)

South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4x)

The human TR-808, D-Nice

The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE

The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock

Boogie... Down... Productions

Fresh for '86, you suckers!