Breath Control

Let me tell you bout a crew I know
Called Boogie Down Productions and they steal the show
With DJ Scott La Rock and KRS-One
With D-Nice you know the job is done
And I know, oh yes I know, I know because
I’m KRS-One, yo check this out
Breath control here’s an example I appeal, to the criminal minded
You can’t find it, boy you’re still blinded, why don’t you open your
Eyes and stop dissin' get a prescription to listen, sit in the class and
Ask real fast about a fresh rap, you’re gettin' left back, set back
Kept back, get back, I don’t accept that material, your rhymes
Are artificially flavored like cereal, I like clarity, so when you come
Here speak clear and concise and then I might give a little slack to
No, wait I take that back if you’re whack, I’ll slap, fuck that
Boogie Down Productions back, simply 'cause we never left
The radical sounds of KRS, what a mess, to roll up and then 'fess
Wild guess huh, you thought you were the best?
But, yup yup as it always turns out, you get burned out
Your rhymes just run out I immediately come out, boomin' dope
And don’t provoke, you’re walkin' a very thin rope, not even rope
The word I’m lookin' for is string when I sing, I sing to try and bring
Enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin' it, radio’s fightin' it
The fans be likin' it, your face I’m wipin' it, 'cause your mouth is dirty
You’re unworthy to think that you can serve me, you heard me?
These styles are universal you need rehearsal, wait, first I’ll
Beef up the system, rhythm, rhymin', timin', climbin' then realizing
As producer of this dope record, I think it’s time we break for a second
Breath control
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, break is over, back to the track
Resume attack, on the crews that are whack, we don’t lack
I mean, we don’t like the played out styles when we’re rockin'
The mic, the radical rebel at level fifteen, the amp only goes to ten
You know what I mean? As it seems, it seems that you’re doomed
Yes I’ll boom and consume the whole room not a part, not a fraction
Or a sum but all, capital KRS-One B-D-B-D-B-D-B-D-P takin' MC’s
Out constantly because you’re no big deal, you’re no big wheel
You steal, come before me and kneel but I’m not a king, I’m not a queen
I’m not a ace I’m not a jack, I’m not a MC or a playboy
And I just ain’t whack I feel that you should get an understanding
You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming hypothetically
Or in reality, takin' you out, is a small technicality rhymes like these
Or rhymes like this one, comes in handy, while I diss some soft
Silly low budget sucker like yourself, I got the style you need
On my house on the shelf labeled, sucker boy style
I like to do it every once in a while