[Sintax] Just another one of god's little building blocks i guess Do my best to bail out my chest, My back to bake your progress I can only guess what i might be when i grow up Maybe saturate the earth if me and oxygen hook up Maybe fuel a rocket ship so that kids can learn to dream Got fire in my bones and so i'm prone to blow off steam I'm the breath of the sun, from its lung to far flung Got isotopes to poke fun and compounds to become But wait, what have you done? feel the burn that overcomes In the plume of my cloud; death to bloom so well endowed Just to shake the earth apart you plan to make my heart to break Scorch the earth and burn my memory with the lives you made me take Coz i'm hydrogen, heaven or hell within my walls Hold my breath and seek peace each time humanity calls And you can call it elementary Blend with symmetry Periodically we all come together Like it was meant to be [Listener] Through the pressure, i take what you give me and create diamonds Shining when the smoke clears from all the violence Choking out life when it's begging with arms open Sneaking out lungs suffocating without holding Punishing brain cells when i speak my straight prose Say how i'm taking o2's innocence as i boast Rain on the aftermath like cold wind in the desert To send chemical baths starting your growth spurt Drafting out plans to deliver the right reason Stifling life and changing with all seasons I'll be the carbon copy, graphite and on paper Crystallizing oxygen that burns into vapor [Manchild] Yo, my very presence is a beacon speaking through the dark Hearkening hardened hearts and those so far apart to step inside And my reason for being is just to shine bright, and that's my right But evil men confine me to bar signs and steal my limelight So many find sight beneath my reds, blues and greens Love, brawls, crime-scenes amongst the many things that i've seen When i'm large on broadway, main attraction type of program My trance will pacify and catch your eyes like butterflies Wonder why under my glow all the hookers look so pretty Yo i guess all the time they sit with me from here to sin city I see past them as they please on the street corners where they work I illuminate so bright, i see they souls and they hurt I seen adulterous affairs in all the motels where i work I might burst into tears if i don't die laughing first My name is neon; i glow, i flash, i dim, i flicker I hypnotize the world with some words in a picture [Freddie bruno] The dark matter that can't be created or destroyed Existed when time began as a pointless void At the ignition of gunpowder i become airborne And reconfigure anatomy like i was liz claiborne A non-malleable metal that covers your date I'm the impeccable toxin on your china in place I've been a prisoners accessory from armory to weaponry Paperweight to deadweight to keys to treasuries I'm a guide to magnetism, a basis for stationary A library of rudimentary sound queries Profound theories and my series of relevance Seated at the table of periodic elements [Playdough] From outskirts of outbursts before shouts burst You must intake what's emitted from the plants and the trees Me, i've been around and pounded by the lung Responsible for breath control on songs sung The final exhale for the lives that diminish To the last push on christ's words when it was finished From obscure to the obvious I obtained and occupy this whole sky My oh my i fly, but offhand It's odd i could sink the mighty men, me and hydrogen Make it official we combine for the ocean And i send the oscillating breeze so please I outlast and outshine while you're outlined in some chalk I just walk through orbit, the rest of them forfeit I'm outward searching for some lungs for courtship So you could abort ship and scorch it Then i most enjoy when hearts overflow, Coz i supply the fuel for songs to overthrow The flesh we override, it's best to coincide With the one who that you, so we flow through with o2 Hook [x4]: [And] you can call it elementary Blend with symmetry Periodically we all come together Like it was meant to be

Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby) I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do) I don't fuck your OG 'cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?) I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain't gon' have a baby (Nah) I been selling bricks since elementary (Elementary) I been hitting licks since elementary (Elementary) Bitch I'm Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Of the century) Bitch I'm Lil Pump, trapper of the century Elementary (1st grade) Elementary (2nd grade) Elementary (3rd grade) Elementary (4th grade) Elementary (5th grade) Elementary (1st grade) Elementary (3rd grade) Elementary I been serving bricks since like the 1st grade I been counting bands, balling like I'm D. Wade Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby) I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do) I don't fuck your OG 'cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?) I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain't gon' have a baby (Nah) Bitch I'm Lil Pump, pull up with a fuckin' shotty (Brrr) Everywhere I go, bitch, I gotta have my thotty (My thotty) I pull to the cut strapped up like a fucking army (Let's get it) Like my nigga Darko, bitch, I always keep it on me (Ooh)

The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! Here is a message to the Super-Hoes Just keep in mind when Jimmy grows It grows and grows and grows, so let it But keep in mind about the epidemic When Jimmy releases, boy it pleases But what do you do about all these diseases? Jimmy is Jimmy, no matter what So take care of Jimmy cos you know what's up Cos now in winter AIDS attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh They're Jimmy Hats by KRS So, remember you're never too old (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Remember you're never too bold (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Do me a favour, wear your hat So Jimmy... will have the opportunity to come back Well, Red Alert is down with BDP Teachin' you all about Jimbrowski I don't wanna hear that you're not with it Turn around and see your butt in a clinic Havin' doctors just poke at Jimmy Let me express what now what's in me Too many people take too many risks Too many people I see get dissed Jimmy Hats are now in style Cos you can't trust a big butt and a smile Some are dry and some lubricated Many companies make and made it So all you Super-Hoes, wear your hat Cos drippin' Jimmies is straight up wack Keep in mind about Jimbrowski Jimmy Hats by BDP The J, the I, the M The M, the Y, the J, the I... It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! So, remember you're never too old (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Remember you're never too bold (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Do me a favour, wear your hat So Jimmy... will have the opportunity to come back

Beef, what a relief When will this poisonous product cease? This is another public service announcement You can believe it, or you can doubt it Let us begin now with the cow The way it gets to your plate and how The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man So through his greed he makes a faster plan He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker Through the stress the cow gets sicker Twenty-one different drugs are pumped Into the cow in one big lump So just before it dies, it cries In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it And there it is, in your local supermarket Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed And you wonder about heart attacks? Come on now man let's be for real You are what you eat is the way I feel But, the Food and Drug Administration Will tell you meat is the perfect combination See cows live under fear and stress Trying to think what's gonna happen next Fear and stress can become a part of you In your cells and blood, this is true So when the cow is killed, believe it You preserve those cells, you freeze it Thaw it out with the blood and season it Then you sit down and begin eatin it In your body, it's structure becomes your structure All the fear and stress of another Any drug is addictive by any name Even drugs in meat, they are the same The FDA has America strung out On drugs in beef no doubt So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete It's the number one drug on the street Not crack, cause that was made for just black But brown beef, for all American teeth Life brings life and death brings death Keep on eatin the dead and what's left Absolute disease and negative Read the book 'How to Eat to Live' By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback For anybody, either white or black See how many cows must be pumped up fatter How many rats gotta fall in the batter How many chickens that eat shit you eat How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet See you'll consume, the FDA could care less They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS

Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson Class is in session so you can stop guessin If this is a tape or a written down memo See I am a professional, this is not a demo In fact call it a lecture, a visual picture Sort of a poetic and rhythm-like mixture Listen, I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishin For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it It takes concentration for fresh communication Observation, that is to see without speaking Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin A class, or rather school, cause you need schooling I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling This is anduction to poetry A small dedication to those that might know of me They might know of you and maybe your gang But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow Say something now ... thought so You seem to be the type that only understand The annihilation and destruction of the next man That's not poetry, that is insanity It's simply fantasy far from reality Poetry is the language of imagination Poetry is a form of positive creation Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop The beat may drop but not like all the others They just cover while I just smother Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha KRS-One will have to show another MC or self-proclaimed king or queen Or gang or crew or solo or team That I mean Business So tell me what is this? See I come from the Bronx so just kiss this Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment The antidote for sucka MC's and they're fearin it It's self-explanatory, no one's writin for me The poetry I'm rattlin is really not for battlin But if you want I will simply change the program So when I'm done you will simply say "damn" So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin I say hypothetical because it's only theory My theory, so take a minute now to hear me So what's your problem? It seems you want to be KRS-Two From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack Cos KRS-One means simply one KRS That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less I've built up my credential financially and mental Anytime I rhyme I request the instrumental I speak clearly and that's merely Or should I say a mere, help to my career I'm really not into fashion or craze Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me But what a pity, I'm rockin New York City And everywhere else, you put the jams on the shelf You as an amateur is outspoken I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hopin That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up But everything's live that's why I don't dress up "Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh" I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty Get it right, or train yourself not to bite Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it I do not contemplate a battle cause it really ain't worth it I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it I'm teaching poetry I'm teaching poetry Scott LaRock We're teaching po-e-try