Boogie Down Productions - Dope Beat Lyrics
[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 mixIm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-sevenSome did it got paid, some jams were never playedBut I am just a poet who watched the whole paradeGo by, and why? cause they wasnt flyOthers claim to be fresh, but theyre not krsI cannot walk around the street, with my head in the cloudsEither runnin on my gear, or havin colors too loudEverything must coincide with the way I feelAnd by the way, its scott larock on the wheels of steelSo I take one step, to adjust the micI get around the whole city so I do wear nikeI like a funky beat, a studio like uniqueI write the crazy fresh lyrics and I dont eat meatYou can look me up and down, and my dj tooBecause we make up the boogie down productions crewTakin out mcs - on the 1, 2, 3No matter who they claim to be in societyBecause we know their games, we have pulled their fileIf they need a different style we can get wildHes i.c.u., hes out to killIm krs, and we get illDj scott larock got his own beatThe extravagant life, is what we seekI will tell you like this, cause I know for a factI will live a long life, and I dont smoke crackCaptivatin the crowd, seven days a weekYou 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 verse of my rhymeMeans what you heard before mustve blew up your mindSo now its time, to find, poetry like mineDo not waste all your time because Im one-of-a-kindPullin out, easy goin cause the money be flowin64, brown eyes, and Im always showinStupid mcs on the mic the way it posed to be doneThey study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for funWhen they lose they get upset, always pullin a gunBut they will snap out of that, because Im krs-oneNot two, not three, but o-n-eGet it right the first time I wont repeat this rhymeIf you think that you can burn me with your amateur waysKeep in mind that I been out there, from back in the daysI dont braaaaaaaaag, about the people I knowBecause theyre still bluffin, theyre not givin me nothinI can walk around the city with the rhymes I flauntCause no matter how you front theyre still the ones you wantSee, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinionTakin out you suckers while the scott larock is spinnin!.. *guitar interlude* ..My name is krs-one, Im still kinda youngI dont wear adidas cause my name aint runGot nikes on my feet, and to be completeI can rock an american or reggae beatGot rhymes for 70s, 80s, and 90sNot bein conceited but it wont pay to try meOut to any feud, any battle, any reasonMake the rhymes up every season this style Im just teasinPick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the paceYoure way behind schedule, listen to what Im tellin youThis particular style may varyThe things I converse about are heard rarelySome cant bear me, others try to scare meSoundin 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] Ive got the dope beat![all] youve 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 mothers first sonAnd no hell never run...Bd... bd...Scott larock...Scott larock
