《My Philosophy》歌词

[00:00:00] My Philosophy - Boogie Down Productions

[00:00:00] So, you're a philosopher?

[00:00:02] Yes, I think very deeply.

[00:00:26] Let's begin, what, where, why, or when

[00:00:29] will all be explained like instructions to a game

[00:00:32] See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational

[00:00:34] when I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"

[00:00:37] This one or that one, the white one or the black one

[00:00:39] pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one

[00:00:42] KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew

[00:00:45] right up to your face and dis you

[00:00:47] Everyone saw me on the last album cover

[00:00:50] Holding a pistol something far from a lover

[00:00:52] Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T

[00:00:55] I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me

[00:00:58] This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"

[00:01:00] Number one, was "Poetry" you know it's me

[00:01:02] This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn

[00:01:05] I'm not flammable, I don't burn

[00:01:07] so please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect

[00:01:10] 'cause that's just what KR collects

[00:01:13] see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk

[00:01:16] you walk down the street and get jumped

[00:01:18] You got to have style, and learn to be original

[00:01:21] and everybody's gonna wanna diss you

[00:01:23] like me, we stood up for the South Bronx

[00:01:26] and every sucka mc had a response

[00:01:28] You think we care? I know that they are on the tip

[00:01:31] my posse from the Bronx is thick

[00:01:33] and we're real live, we walk correctly

[00:01:36] a lot of suckas would like to forget me

[00:01:38] but they can't, cause like a champ

[00:01:40] I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second

[00:01:43] on the mic, I believe that you should get loose

[00:01:46] I haven't come to tell you I have juice

[00:01:48] I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level

[00:01:51] I'll be back, but for now just seckle!

[00:02:04] I'll play the nine and you play the target

[00:02:06] you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it

[00:02:09] or should I say, "Start this," I am an artist

[00:02:11] of new concepts at their hardest

[00:02:14] cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar

[00:02:16] It ain't about money cause we all make dollars

[00:02:19] That's why I walk with my head up

[00:02:21] when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up

[00:02:24] Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games

[00:02:27] a lot of suckas with colorful names

[00:02:29] I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that

[00:02:32] huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack

[00:02:35] I'm not white or red or black

[00:02:37] I'm brown. from the Boogie Down

[00:02:39] Productions, of course our music be thumpin'

[00:02:42] others say their bad, but they're buggin

[00:02:45] let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop

[00:02:47] about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock

[00:02:50] I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker

[00:02:52] mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker

[00:02:55] some mc's be talkin' and talkin'

[00:02:57] tryin' to show how black people are walkin

[00:03:00] but I don't walk this way to portray

[00:03:02] or reinforce stereotypes of today

[00:03:05] like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon

[00:03:10] talk broken english and drug sellin'

[00:03:11] See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts

[00:03:12] The way some act in rap is kind of wack

[00:03:16] and it lacks creativity and intelligence

[00:03:18] but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it

[00:03:20] It's my philosophy, on the industry

[00:03:23] Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd

[00:03:25] soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics

[00:03:28] Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it

[00:03:31] And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man

[00:03:33] A vegetarian, no goat or ham

[00:03:36] or chicken or turkey or hamburger

[00:03:38] 'cause to me that's suicide self-murder

[00:03:41] let us get back to what we call hip hop

[00:03:44] and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock...

[00:03:56] How many mc's must get dissed

[00:03:58] before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"

[00:04:01] this is just one style, out of many

[00:04:04] Like a piggy bank, this is one penny

[00:04:06] My brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny Parker

[00:04:09] My other brother I.C.U. is much darker

[00:04:11] Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers

[00:04:14] the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker

[00:04:16] Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher

[00:04:19] It's not about a salary it's all about reality

[00:04:22] Teachers teach and do the world good

[00:04:24] kings just rule and most are never understood

[00:04:27] If you were to rule or govern a certain industry

[00:04:29] All inside this room right now would be in misery

[00:04:32] No one would get along nor sing a song

[00:04:34] 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!

[00:04:37] So yo, what's up, it's me again

[00:04:40] Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again

[00:04:42] many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend

[00:04:45] We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten

[00:04:47] Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records

[00:04:50] no more than four minutes and some seconds

[00:04:52] the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'

[00:04:55] they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin'

[00:04:57] why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital

[00:05:00] to take KRS-One's title

[00:05:02] to them I'm like an idol, some type of entity

[00:05:05] in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me?

[00:05:08] or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock

[00:05:10] but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped

[00:05:13] I don't play around nor do I f*** around

[00:05:15] and you can tell by the bodies that are left around

[00:05:18] when some clown jumps up to get beat down

[00:05:21] broken down to his very last compound

[00:05:23] see how it sounds? a little unrational

[00:05:26] a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL!

[00:05:28] Fresh for '88, you suckas...