Dope Beat

(KRS)I got a dope beat?
 (all)You got a dope beat
 (KRS)I got a dope beat.
 (all)We got a dope beat
 (KRS)I got a DOPE beat.
 (all)You got a dope beat
 (KRS)I got a DOPE BEAT!
 (all)WE GOT A DOPE BEAT!
 My name is at the top of all of those that mix
 I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven
 Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
 But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
 go by, and why? Cause they wasn't fly
 Others claim to be fresh, but they're not KRS
 I cannot walk around the street, with my head in the clouds
 Either runnin on my gear, or havin colors too loud
 Everything must coincide with the way I feel
 And by the way, it's Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel
 So I take one step, to adjust the mic
 I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike
 I like a funky beat, a studio like Unique
 I write the crazy fresh lyrics and I don't eat meat
 You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
 Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew
 Takin out MC's - on the 1, 2, 3
 No matter who they claim to be in society
 Because we know their games, we have pulled their file
 If they need a different style we can get wild
 He's I.C.U., he's out to kill
 I'm KRS, and we get ill
 DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat
 The extravagant life, is what we seek
 I will tell you like this, cause I know for a fact
 I will live a long life, and I don't smoke crack
 Captivatin the crowd, seven days a week
 You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat
 (KRS)I got a dope beat
 (all)You got a dope beat
 (KRS)I got the DOPE beat
 (all)We got a dope beat
 (KRS)I got a dope beat?
 (all)You got a dope beat
 (KRS)I got a DOPE BEAT!
 (all)WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT!
 For me to say again another of my rhyme
 Means what you heard before must've blew up your mind
 So now it's time, to find, poetry like mine
 Do not waste all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind
 Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be flowin
 6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin
 stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done
 They study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun
 When they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun
 But they will snap out of that, because I'm KRS-One
 Not two, not three, but O-N-E
 Get it right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme
 If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways
 keep in mind that I been out there, from back in the days
 I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the people I know
 Because they're still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin
 I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt
 Cause no matter how you front they're still the ones you want
 See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion
 Takin out you suckers while the Scott LaRock is spinnin!
 . *guitar interlude* .
 My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young
 I don't wear Adidas cause my name ain't Run
 Got Nike's on my feet, and to be complete
 I can rock an American or reggae beat
 Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and 90's
 Not bein conceited but it won't pay to try me
 out to any feud, any battle, any reason
 Make the rhymes up every season this style I'm just teasin
 Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace
 You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you
 This particular style may vary
 The things I converse about are heard rarely
 Some can't bear me, others try to scare me
 Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent!
 You know what?
 (all)You got a dope beat
 (KRS)I got a dope beat!
 (all)We got a dope beat
 (KRS)I got the dope beat?
 (all)You got the dope beat
 (KRS)I got the DOPE BEAT!
 (all)WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT!
 (KRS)I've got the dope beat!
 (all)You've got the dope beat
 (KRS)I got the dope beat!
 (all)We got the dope beat
 (KRS)Beat that we got?
 (all)THE DOPE BEAT!
 I.C.U., is in the house...
 Miss Melodie, is in the house...
 Lena Love, is in the house...
 D-Nice, rocks the house...
 Gold Miss Idol, rocks the house...
 Flavois Walker, turns em out...
 40th Street Black, knocks em out...
 To my mellow Moses Gun, rock the house...
 Naughty, bust it out...
 McBoo, turns it out...
 Chuck Chillout, cuts it up...
 Red Alert, breaks it out...
 Scott LaRock Jr.
 My pride and joy...
 KRS-One. his mother's first son
 And no he'll never run...
 BD... BD...
 Scott LaRock...
 Scott LaRock