Dope Beat

[Hook] I got a dope beat (you got a dope beat) I got a dope beat (we got a dope beat) (Repeat x2) [Verse 1] My name is at the top of all of those that mix Or turning poetry into cash for 87 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? Cos 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 running on my gear or having colors too loud Everything must coincide with the way I feel And by the way it's Scott La Rock 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 Taking out emcees on the 1, 2, 3 No matter who they claim to be in society Because we know their games, we'll pull 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 La Rock 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 Captivating the crowd seven days a week You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat [Hook] [Verse 2] For me to say again another verse 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 Cooling out and easy going cause the money be flowing 6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showing Stupid emcees on the mic the way it's 'posed to be done They study rhymes all week but I be rhyming for fun When they lose they get upset, always pulling a gun But they must 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 brag about the people I know Because they're still bluffing, they're not givin me nothing I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt Cos no matter how you front it's still the ones you want See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion Taking out you suckers while the Scott La Rock is spinning [Hook] [Verse 3] My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young I don't wear Adidas cos my name ain't Run Got Nikes on my feet and to be complete I can rock an American or reggae beat Got rhymes for the 70's, 80's, and 90's Not being 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 teasing Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm telling you This particular style may vary The things I converse about are heard rarely Some can't bear me, others try to scare me Sounding intelligent but not yet equivalent You know what? [Hook] [Outro: Scott La Rock] 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 Item rocks the house Flavius Walker turns 'em out 42 Black knocks 'em out To my mellow Moses Gun, rock the house Norty busts it out McBoo turns it out Chuck Chillout cuts it up Red Alert works it out Scott La Rock Jr. my pride and joy KRS-One, his mother's first son And I know he'll never run ??? Scott LaRock... Scott LaRock