Word From Our Sponsor Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

Word From Our Sponsor Lyrics

    Intro:

    This is a test
    Of the boogie down production
    Prevention against sucka mc's
    In the event of a real emergency
    You would have been instructed
    On which jams to play
    And how loud to blast your radio
    And now, a word from our sponsor

    Verse one:

    I'm from the bronx, blastmaster krs-one
    Provin that my job ain't done until i get some
    More, no need to roar or yell
    Cos i can still tell what will sell
    And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll
    That style is old, so unfold
    Blossom, bloom, you got the room
    So go ahead and consume
    A new era, krs-one comes better
    Bite another lyric? never
    Cos i'm too clever, however
    I own my own label
    Partners with scott larock, he's on the turntable
    And partner lee smith
    I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift
    Hip-hop, hip-hop
    My voice is like a monster
    And now a word from our sponsor

    Verse two:

    Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten
    I gotta start this rhyme again
    How many words can i find that rhyme
    And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time
    Not many but i have plenty
    Scott larock sent me just to devastate any-
    One, any daughter, any son that comes my way
    Hey, you got to go the other way
    I represent my dj scott larock
    D-nice, the beat box
    I only wear nike's, not adidas or reeboks
    Many people know me, yet i'm known by few
    My name is krs-one, son
    Not two or three or four or five or six
    The mix is on scott larock and scott larock is on the mix

    Verse three:

    Cool like the air we breathe
    Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
    As sure as my name is "blastmaster krs"
    Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale
    From the days of prison i have uprisen
    To my family members i'm marked down as missin
    Listen, circumstances put me right in the street
    With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep
    Some weep, or should i rather say some cry
    Can't get by so later on they die
    Because the strong will survive
    The weak will perish
    Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
    I love what i got and like what i had
    I'm glad, not sad, and i don't even get mad
    I get even, myself and some others i believe in
    Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin
    Yes, my name is krs, my brother is a rasta
    Let me pause, and now a word from our sponsor

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