[D-Nice]
Aiyyo, aiyyo Kris they know the rules
Hahahahaha, yeah ya don´t stop (say what?)
A-ya don´t stop (BDP in the house) a-ya don´t stop

(Check it out, check it out...Yo, D!)
Yo bust it, yo yo Kris hold on
Let me give a shout out to some people, aight bust it
A Scott LaRock, and ya don´t stop
A Sammy B, and ya don´t stop
A Mister Cee, and ya don´t stop
A Cool V, and ya don´t stop
Evil E, and ya don´t stop
A Easylee, and ya don´t stop
A DJ Scratch, and ya don´t stop
A Spinderella, and ya don´t stop
Jam Master Jay, and ya don´t stop
A PA Mase, and ya don´t stop
So yo Kris, my mellow my man yo
Get on the mic and do the best you can

[KRS-ONE]

Well, the teacher comes to you, in effect
From a different style, a whole different sect
I inject, force and intellect
When I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck
I come correct and practice what I preach
I don´t pimp you or rule you I teach
Come through the doors and slap up whores
Ordering them to put back on their drawers
Cause, I run their pimp
When I leave he leaves with a limp
Shrimp, I got the tartar sauce
Never underestimate the power of the force
Of the intellectual KRS-One
I don´t think yet my job is done, because
I stand alone while others have to verify
Just why they are thought to be fly
Makin´ the public believe that they are way up in the sky

Sort of like a rap superguy
But I, horrify and terrify the super duper rap guy
Because you´re SOFT as a lullaby
While they sit on their throne lookin
Well I´m walkin in the streets of Brooklyn
Or Harlem and Queens and Bronx and
I´m even out there walkin in Compton
Cause everywhere BDP is schoolin´
So anywhere, KRS is coolin´
I´m not foolin´, cause no, I´m not a fool
Don´t act stupid boy, you know the rules

[D-Nice]
Word, aiyyo Kris, they act like they don´t know the rules
But yo, I tell you what
Yo get on the mic and tell em what makes up KRS-One

YaknowhatI´msayin? Huh, and ya don´t stop

[KRS-ONE]
Yo, from off the sidewalk I grab the mic and talk
Born nineteen-sixty-five in the state of New York
My name is Kris Parker, KRS-One for short
I slap up crews and rock parties for sport
Lived on the streets about eight years straight
There I got my education and learned to debate
So when I pick up the microphone I know what I´m sayin
Education doesn´t come from simply obeyin´
The curriculum, of the school criteria
In fact what I learned I found inferior
I´m not a Muslim but I do support them
My Father in heaven taught me and taught them
I´m not a Christian, but I won´t diss em
I´m not a Jew, I don´t practice Judaism

I´m not a Buddhist, but Buddha´s a master
I don´t eat beef pork nor Diet Shasta
Reason for this is very simple indeed
When it comes to music everybody´s in need
You got wealthy artists spendin, money loosely
You ask about the culture, they talk ´bout Gucci
Metaphysics, the science of life
And how to live, free from strife
Walk with ease, and no disease
Understand that I am the breeze
And the trees, oceans and seas
And the B and the D and the P´s
Suckers try it, but I don´t buy it
When I speak you seek to stay quiet
Shut up! What what? You better stay cool
And heed the warning boy, you know the rules!

[D-Nice]

Ah one two yeah, and ya don´t stop
Ah three four (say what?) and ya don´t stop
Ah five six (pop pop) and ya don´t stop
Ah seven eight (get down) and ya don´t stop
Aiyyo yo Kris, this goes out to all them house nigga
(foot shufflin) moonshine (hamhock eatin) pickled-pig tuggin
(tap dancin) jheri curl activist (program directors)
That don´t wanna play rap music (that´s right, ya know what?)
Yo, ya know the rules
Ha, ha-ha hah!