This is a test Of the Boogie Down production prevention against sucker MCs In the event of a real emergency You would have been instructed on which jams to play And how loud to blast your radio And now, a word from our sponsor I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster K-R-S One Proving that my job ain't done until I get some More, no need to roar or yell 'Cause, I can still tell what will sell And would have sold without yellin' over a drum roll That style is old So unfold, blossom, bloom You got the room, so go ahead and consume A new era, K-R-S One comes better Bite another lyric? never 'Cause I'm too clever, however, I own my own label Partners with Scott La Rock, he's on the turntable And partner Lee Smith I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift Hip-hop, hip-hop, my voice is like a monster And now a word from our sponsor 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 I got to start this rhyme again How many words can I find that rhyme and still keep in mind Every lyric must come out on time? Not many but I have plenty Scott La Rock sent me just to devastate anyone Any daughter, any son that comes my way Hey, you got to go the other way I represent my DJ, Scott LaRock, D-Nice the beat box I only wear Nikes, not Adidas or Reeboks Many people know me, yet I'm known by few My name is K-R-S-One, son, not two Or three or four or five or six The mix is on Scott La Rock and Scott La Rock is on the mix Cool like the air we breathe Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail As sure as my name is Blastmaster KRS Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale From the days of prison, I have uprisen To my family members, I'm marked down as missing Listen, circumstances put me right in the street With the will to survive, get paid, eat and sleep Some weep or should I rather say, some cry Can't get by, so later on they die Because the strong will survive, the weak will perish Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish I love what I got and like what I had I'm glad, not sad and I don't even get mad I get even, myself and some others I believe in 'Cause these others are my brothas and perfection, we're achieving Yes, my name is K-R-S, my brother is a Rasta Let me pause and now a word from our sponsor

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"I started out small (Small) Now I'm worth a couple digits (I'm livin') Same nigga from the trenches (I'm livin') Ain't shit change about my image (Nothin')" Ayy, you know sometimes you just writin' Smokin' and reflectin' at the same time Thinkin' 'bout the past, the present, the future Talkin' to yourself, word for word Ayy, facts True, it was bad, but could've been worse I'm ridin' in the Hellcat, not a hearse Took over at home, then jumped off the curb Now all of my shows, they word for word (How you was?) Broke so long, thought I was cursed (Yeah I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh) I got some profit off my pain (I'm up) You hear the hurt in every verse (Ayy, listen) Every once in a while I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (Motivate me) Every once in a while I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (Where I come from) Don't really talk to the mother of my child But we fuck every once in a while (You know how it be) I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial We talk every once in a while (Word for word) He came through for me before I was famous Banjo was trappin' on Cambridge (I remember) Don't get it fucked up when I say I'm heartless That do not mean that I'm painless My guy in the feds for slangin' birds Gone forever but that ain't what he deserved Told him hold up his head, here go some bread He said, "Bro, I feel dead," that's word for word (Damn) If you made out the trenches then celebrate (Made it out, then toast up) You know you doin' somethin' right whenever they hella hate (You on they ass out here) Killin' the game, boostin' up the murder rate Kill 'em with kindness, send 'em to better a place Every once in a while, I just meditate Might have to run this back, let it marinate (Rewind) It's only so much of the fuckery that a young nigga can take (So much I can handle) I'm thinkin' more learnin' and knowin' that most of this shit out here fake (This shit be fugazi) How you gon' up and say I'm not one hunnid? You ate off my plate (You ate from my table) Tryna convince me to crash, I never go for the bait (I can't do that) True, it was bad, but could've been worse I'm ridin' in the Hellcat, not a hearse Took over at home, then jumped off the curb Now all of my shows, they word for word (How you was?) Broke so long, thought I was cursed (Yeah I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh) I got some profit off my pain (I'm up) You hear the hurt in every verse (Ayy, listen) Every once in a while I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (Motivate me) Every once in a while I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (Where I come from) Don't really talk to the mother of my child But we fuck every once in a while (You know how it be) I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial We talk every once in a while (Word for word) Had to lift up my self like the weed do Told a couple people, "I don't need you" (I don't) You ain't in my way nigga, you see-through (Where you at?) Never seen the struggle, we ain't equal (Not the same) Bitch walk around the house, hollerin' out, new nigga me She say that shit just to trigger me Say she can't deal with me, don't give a fuck if you don't (Why?) Still can fuck when I want Told all my niggas time to boss up (Boss up) If your feet ain't planted, you get crossed up (Crossed up) No jewelry today, put the floss up (Put up) Thought they seen a ghost when I walked up (Couldn't believe it) Gotta fight to live when you in that field (Real shit) I feel for the killer, not who got killed I'm smokin' a blunt, talkin' to the mirror (Why?) It's the only thing that can see me clearly (Hey) True, it was bad, but could've been worse I'm ridin' in the Hellcat, not a hearse Took over at home, then jumped off the curb Now all of my shows, they word for word (How you was?) Broke so long, thought I was cursed (Yeah I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh) I got some profit off my pain (I'm up) You hear the hurt in every verse (Ayy, listen) Every once in a while I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (Motivate me) Every once in a while I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (Where I come from) Don't really talk to the mother of my child But we fuck every once in a while (You know how it be) I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial We talk every once in a while (Word for word) ("DrumGod")

Questions, I've got some questions I want to know you But what if I could ask you only one thing Only this one time, what would you tell me? Well maybe you could give me a suggestion So I could know you, what would you tell me? Maybe you could tell me what to ask you Because then I'd know you, what would you tell me Please tell me that there's time To make this work for all intents and purposes And what are your intentions, will you try? Will you try? Impressions, you've made impressions They're going nowhere They're just going to wait here if you let them Please don't let them I want to know you And if they're going to haunt me Please collect them Please just collect them And now I'm begging I'm begging you to ask me just one question One simple question Because then you'd know me I'll tell you that there's time To make this work for all intents and purposes At least for my own What is a heart worth if it's just left all alone? Leave it long enough and watch it turn into stone Must we all, always be untrue Be untrue, be untrue, be untrue