Boogie Down Productions Im Still Number One Lyrics

Verse 1

D.j. doc you know hes down with us
D-square, hes down with us
Keyboard money mike, is down with us
I.c.u., you know hes down with us
D-nice and mcboo, theyre down with us
Ms. melodie, shes down with us
Just-ice and dmx, theyre down with us
My manager moe, hes down with us
Castle-d boy, hes down with us
D.j. red alert, hes down with us
Robocop boy, hes down with us
Makin funky music is a must
Im 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, were 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
Im 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
Im not superman, because anybody can
Or should be able to rock off turntables
Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
But heres where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-ones from the old school
Cuz rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no-ones from the old school cuz rap on a whole
Isnt even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cuz well be the old school artists
And even in that time, Ill say a rhyme
A brand-new style, ruthless and wild
Runnin around spendin money, havin fun
Cuz even then, Im still number one.

Verse 2

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 Im not stupid, I dont drink and drive
Im not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists dont always burn
Youre just another rapper whos had his turn
Now its 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 dont steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin, overseas people dyin
Politicians lyin, Im 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 thats really elementary
This beat is now compelling me to explain in silence
Why my last jam was so violent
Its simple: bdp will teach reality
No beatin around the bush, straight up, just like the p is free
So now you know, a poets job is never done
But Im never overworked, cuz Im still number one.

Kool moe dee, hes down with us
Eric b. and rakim, theyre down with us
Stetsasonic, theyre down with us
Dana dane, hes down with us
Sleeping bag records, theyre down with us
My lawyer jay, hes down with us
Jive/rca is down with us
Makin funky music is a must
Im number one.