South Bronx Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

South Bronx Lyrics

    Scott la rock: yo, wassup blastmaster krs-one. this jam is kickin'
    Krs: word! yo, what-up d-nice?
    D-nice: yo, wassup scott la rock?
    Slr: yo man, we chillin' this funky fresh jam. i wanna tell
    You a little somethin' 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 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 specialized in music
    I'll only use this type of style when i choose it
    Party people in the place to be, krs-one attacks
    Ya got dropped off mca cause the rhymes you wrote was wack
    So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in queensbridge
    If you popped 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 larock to express one thing
    I am a teacher and others are kings
    If that's a 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 coque larock, kool herc, and then bam
    Beat 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
    Beat boys gettin blown away but comin 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 talkin about
    Remember bronx river rollin thick
    With kool dj red alert and chuck chillout on the mix
    When afrika islam was rockin 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 takin out these toys
    As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed
    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
    Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot
    And that would leave the job up to my own scott larock
    And he's from...

    South bronx, the south south bronx (8x)

    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, suckers!
    (ha ha ha ha ha)

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