Rhythms of the Revolution #2

Five4Friday

Sep 27, 2024

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The question they keep asking me
"How can one so young be so bitter and angry?"
Well, the answer is plain to see
Maybe if they weren't so blind they'd see what I see
I see the homeless livin' out on the street
On every corner they're asking for money
I try to help them whenever I can
But sometimes I can't afford to help myself
I see diseases and modern plagues of our times
The greed of our leaders has made them blind
To our problems, they spend millions overseas
People right here are fightin' wars everyday

I see the whites that hate the blacks
Blacks against the jews
Race against religion
And they're all too blind to see

When we fight each other it puts all of them at ease
It keeps us so busy, so they can do what they please
Election time comes and they're out for votes
That's when you see and hear from them the most
This is what they're calling a democracy
That's just another word for hypocrisy
We keep fallin' for the bait
When we realize, it's always too late

I see the whites that hate the blacks
Blacks that hate the jews
Brother against brother
And they're all to blind to see

As the rich get richer, the poor goin' hungry
I've seen the toll it takes on the workingman's family
Education system that's obsolete
Can't hold a kid's interest or keep 'em off the street
See a father's fear, hear a mother's cry
What kind of a nation lets their children die
Government's corrupt and full of red tape
Then you're gonna ask me why I hate

Why don't you (open up your eyes) so you can see
(Open up your ears) so you can hear
(Take a look around) and you will find
(Take a look around) and you will find out why

I used to think that labels were just a symbol of pride
Over time, I've seen they only serve to divide
It's so easy to judge people by the way they seem to be
We must overcome this problem to live life peacefully

Break
Down
The walls
We'll break down the walls

Break
Down
The walls
We'll all break down the walls
We will

Look beyond the fashions or the crowd that they hang in
Look beyond their riches or the color of skin
Look beyond appearance and the truth, you will find
Look for what's inside before you make up your mind

Break
Down
The walls
We'll break down the walls
The walls

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I feel the hate, it keeps coming down
Coming down like the rain
Look at me, I`m getting drenched
We keep getting caught up
In this raging wind
Look at us, we`re blown away
Right away
I want to see how high is that
Flag gonna fly when the storm
Comes raging through
It surrounds all of us
It`s winds carry the truth
The rain is the tears
That have fallen over the years
The storm is gonna wipe away
Wipe away the insincere

There`s no more white
No more black
No more barriers
No more traps

There will be a quiet
After the storm

Strike.Me

Buy Me a Coffee

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So, you're a philosopher?
Yes, I think very deeply.

Let's begin, what, where, why, or when
will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational
when I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one
KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew
right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from a lover
Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T
I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"
Number one, was "Poetry" you know it's me
This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn
I'm not flammable, I don't burn
so please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect
'cause that's just what KR collects
see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk
you walk down the street and get jumped
You got to have style, and learn to be original
and everybody's gonna wanna diss you
like me, we stood up for the South Bronx
and every sucka mc had a response
You think we care? I know that they are on the tip
my posse from the Bronx is thick
and we're real live, we walk correctly
a lot of suckas would like to forget me
but they can't, cause like a champ
I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second
on the mic, I believe that you should get loose
I haven't come to tell you I have juice
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
I'll be back, but for now just seckle!

I'll play the nine and you play the target
you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it
or should I say, "Start this," I am an artist
of new concepts at their hardest
cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up
Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games
a lot of suckas with colorful names
I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that
huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack
I'm not white or red or black
I'm brown.. from the Boogie Down
Productions, of course our music be thumpin'
others say their bad, but they're buggin
let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop
about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
some mc's be talkin' and talkin'
tryin' to show how black people are walkin
but I don't walk this way to portray
or reinforce stereotypes of today
like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon
talk broken english and drug sellin'
See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts
The way some act in rap is kind of wack
and it lacks creativity and intelligence
but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it
It's my philosophy, on the industry
Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd
soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics
Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it
And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man
A vegetarian, no goat or ham
or chicken or turkey or hamburger
'cause to me that's suicide self-murder
let us get back to what we call hip hop
and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock...

How many mc's must get dissed
before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"
this is just one style, out of many
Like a piggy bank, this is one penny
My brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny Parker
My other brother I.C.U. is much darker
Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers
the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker
Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher
It's not about a salary it's all about reality
Teachers teach and do the world good
kings just rule and most are never understood
If you were to rule or govern a certain industry
All inside this room right now would be in misery
No one would get along nor sing a song
'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!
So yo, what's up, it's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records
no more than four minutes and some seconds
the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'
they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin'
why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital
to take KRS-One's title
to them I'm like an idol, some type of entity
in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me?
or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock
but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around nor do I f*** around
and you can tell by the bodies that are left around
when some clown jumps up to get beat down
broken down to his very last compound
see how it sounds? a little unrational
a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL!

Fresh for '88, you suckas...

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Easy now
(What)
[?] black type
Poor Righteous Teachers p-osse
Coming again
(Ah-ha)

I'm coming again
(What’s up?)
I select, stummer-step
Wanna know why?
(Why?)
Because I'm wise, intelligent
So roll call follow me often to the point of no return
Just give ‘em a greater perception of what the teacher begs they learn
The proper education always creates energy
Always causes elevation that has [?] culture free
See, draw the clear picture teach the lay of the law and order
Adding motion to the matter
And wetness to the water
Sorta how can I tell it, spell it 'G. O. D.’
The nation of Gods and Earths - true
P. R. T
Leave the wonderful worker of the words of what caused
When it comes to doing this
Teacher wise to find the cause

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Yet many play confused by the wisdom I give them
It's Wise Intelligent, and the self-styled wisdom

Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom

Yeah
Come down
Come down
Follow me now
See
Wisdom G I manifest it
Follow me now
See
Wisdom G I manifest it
Follow me
Follow me now
See
Wisdom G I manifest it
Follow me now
See (yeah)

People picks a person like they're teachers to be taught from
[?] on a sec, selecting then I fought one
Highly developed style of such see me work this
It's a medium
See me I'm that of perfect
Style stripping danger, but remain the bolder state
Take time to conceive what was said to not to create, wait
Can't ya comprehend what the teacher just stated?
Before my word is born
My words premeditated

Said hatin' when I [?] like I place it on a track work
And oneness with the words but to being about the black
When in fact
It's the universal tongue being sung
Words travel like the wind
Cause like energy from the sun

Many be confused by the wisdom I give them
But it’s Wise Intelligent, and the self-styled wisdom

Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom
(Yeah)
Follow me now
See. Wisdom D I manifest it
Follow me now
See. Wisdom D I manifest it (yeah)
Follow me now
See. Wisdom D I manifest it
Follow me
Follow me now
See
(Yeah)

I wakes up every morning around six thirteen (Uh huh)
They ain’t no ween flicks (Uh huh) to make a bunt to Irene (Uh huh)
And then I'm get dressed (Uh huh) and then turn the fleet (Uh huh)
And cause when I’m young drawn sick (Uh huh)
Otherwise you're looking sexy
Got the nice, slim-thin face (Uh huh)
With the sexy front teeth (Uh huh)
The nice, long dress (Uh huh)
With the night Nikes (Uh huh)

Yet people (Uh huh) be (Uh huh) confused by the rhythm I give them (Uh huh)
But it's wise, (Uh huh) intelligent, (Uh huh) and the self-styled wisdom (yeah)

So go on follow me
Go on follow me
Go on follow me now

Go on follow me
Go on follow me
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh

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All respect due to the Boulevard Mosse (Yup)
Suicide Posse (Yup)
Black Prince and Asiatic (Yup)
Too Kool posse (Yup) their producer Tony D (What)
M. O. B
T. S. P
And we're in the umm...
(What)
Wait a minute

Smooth with the roughness
Just serving justice
Smooth but me rough
If I just servin’ them just
I'll see everything conscious, it is a must
Must fuckin' tell it to a million black my type
[?] matters nothing knowin'
Matters living out the life
Mathematics, Asiatics
State of being—what I mean?
Be the maker and the owner, reigns for my man in green
Of the planet third of sun, showing thee that of Earth
It's our position here in life they'll take back for what it's worth
Some roll call follow me often to Central Jerusalem
Just to give one greater perception
Of where the Teachers come from
Divine Land where me stand
Black man coming again
Some folks would shove the test, makes it no posse reign

Yet many be confused by rhythm I give them
It's wise, intelligent, and them self-styled wisdom

Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom
(Yow)
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Boing!
(Yow)
(Yep)
(Yeah)
All respect due to the ghetto youth
STOP!