[Intro]
One
DJ Doc you know he's down with us
P-Fine ain't down with us
Kenny Parker is down with us
Mr. Magic ain't down with us
Public Enemy is down with us
But MC Poet ain't down with us
B-Boy Records you just can't trust
Making funky music is a must
I'm number one
One
[Verse 1]
Caeré ese uno es fresco
Poet, you're soft, you know
Do not speak when grown people are speaking
Don't interrupt the class when I'm teaching
Turn your textbooks now to BDP
And see Criminal Minded and By All Means Necessary
I'm sorta like a bounty hunter
I hunt out the best and crush the mother—
(Hey dude, what's the name of your crew?) BDP
Becoming a monopoly gradually
There's no sense for you to become tense
Just pay attention 'cause I make sense
Poetic, athletic, lyrically alphabetic
Hear the science and let it
Serve as a fact I rap to attack
The wick wick weak and the wick wick wack
All around, world renown
My sound's not a clown with a crown or a hand-me-down
It's fresh right off the press
Written by The Teacher himself, KRS
The flexible, respectable poet
You all know it, but I think I oughta show it in a show
Although I don't play a banjo, I be livin' rhythms so I flow
Gracefully, to the point you admit I took you out
Allow me to remove all doubt about who has clout
And whose tongue flows out just like lightning
Tighten up while I'm writing
Memorizing then reciting is quite an experience
For example, I'm still number one
One
DJ Doc you know he's down with us
P-Fine ain't down with us
Kenny Parker is down with us
Mr. Magic ain't down with us
Public Enemy is down with us
But MC Poet ain't down with us
B-Boy Records you just can't trust
Making funky music is a must
I'm number one
One
[Verse 1]
Caeré ese uno es fresco
Poet, you're soft, you know
Do not speak when grown people are speaking
Don't interrupt the class when I'm teaching
Turn your textbooks now to BDP
And see Criminal Minded and By All Means Necessary
I'm sorta like a bounty hunter
I hunt out the best and crush the mother—
(Hey dude, what's the name of your crew?) BDP
Becoming a monopoly gradually
There's no sense for you to become tense
Just pay attention 'cause I make sense
Poetic, athletic, lyrically alphabetic
Hear the science and let it
Serve as a fact I rap to attack
The wick wick weak and the wick wick wack
All around, world renown
My sound's not a clown with a crown or a hand-me-down
It's fresh right off the press
Written by The Teacher himself, KRS
The flexible, respectable poet
You all know it, but I think I oughta show it in a show
Although I don't play a banjo, I be livin' rhythms so I flow
Gracefully, to the point you admit I took you out
Allow me to remove all doubt about who has clout
And whose tongue flows out just like lightning
Tighten up while I'm writing
Memorizing then reciting is quite an experience
For example, I'm still number one
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