D.J. Doc you know he´s down with us
D-Square, he´s down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he´s down with us
D-Nice and McBoo, they´re down with us

Ms. Melodie, she´s down with us
Just-Ice and DMX, they´re down with us
My manager Moe, he´s down with us
Castle-D boy, he´s down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he´s down with us
Robocop boy, he´s down with us
Makin´ funky music is a must
I´m number one

People still takin´ rappin´ for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them, "We´re all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without a clue
What do you think makes up a KRS?

Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking?
Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I´m the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin´ off-beat with a smile
Or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to
BDP Posse so I love to
Step in the jam and slam!
I´m not Superman, because anybody can
Or should be able to rock off turntables
Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
But here´s where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no one´s from the Old School
Cuz Rap is still a brand-new tool

I say no one´s from the Old School cuz Rap on a whole
Isn´t even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cuz we´ll be the Old School artists
And even in that time, I´ll say a rhyme
A brand-new style, ruthless and wild
Runnin´ around spendin´ money, havin´ fun
Cuz even then, I´m still number one

Blastmaster KRS-One of course
Comes to express with style the lost
Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present
Knock, knock, who is it?
A brand-new style, hup, time to change
People talk about me when they see me on stage
Live in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the poor

Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin´ once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cuz I´m not stupid, I don´t drink and drive
I´m not a beginner, amateur, or local
My album is sellin´ because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School artists don´t always burn
You´re just another rapper who´s had his turn
Now it´s my turn, and I am concerned
About idiots posing as kings
What are we here to rule?
I thought we were supposed to sing
And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak

KRS-One is something like a total renegade
Except I don´t steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin´, overseas people dyin´
Politicians lyin´, I´m tryin´
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin´ out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
Made a little noise cuz the crew was sayin´ somethin´
People have the nerve to take me for a gangster
An ignorant one, something closer to a prankster
Doin´ petty crimes, goin´ straight to penitentiary
But in a scale of crime that´s really elementary
This beat is now compelling me to explain in silence
Why my last jam was so violent
It´s simple: BDP will teach reality

No beatin´ around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free
So now you know, a poet´s job is never done
But I´m never overworked, cuz I´m still number one

Kool Moe Dee, he´s down with us
Eric B. and Rakim, they´re down with us
Stetsasonic, they´re down with us
Dana Dane, he´s down with us
Sleeping Bag Records, they´re down with us
My lawyer Jay, he´s down with us
Jive/RCA is down with us
Makin´ funky music is a must
I´m number one