My name is that top of all of those that mix
Turnin poetry into cash for eighty ... seven
Some did it got paid some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by and why? Cos they wasn't fly
Others claim to be fresh
But they're not KRS
I cannot walk around the street with my head in the clouds
Either runnin on my gear or havin colors too loud
Everything must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel
So I take one step to adjust the mic
I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike
I like the funky beat
A studio like to meet
I write the crazy fresh lyrics
And I don't eat meat
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew
Takin out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they claim to be in society
Because we know their games, we ?appall their? ???
If they need a different style we can get ?large?
He's I.C.U., he's out to kill
I'm KRS and we get ill
DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat
The extravagant life is what we seek
I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact
I will live a long life and I don't smoke crack
Captivatin the crowd 7 days a week
You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat
For me to say again another verse of my rhyme
Means what you heard before must've blew up your mind
So now it's time to find poetry like mine
Do not waste all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind
Pullin out, easy goin cos the money be flowin
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin
Stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done
?They? study rhymes all week but I be rhymin for
