The Desolate One

Okay, this beat has been put together today by U.S.T.I.C.E

Boogie Down Productions, better known as BDP

This beat has been put together by the programming chemist

DJ Doc, and of course it has been produced

Exclusively by yours truly, the scientist, KRS-One

And this beat is for Just-Ice, he's just gonna really hear this

So he can see what he's actually paying for, you see?

You understand? Okay now, Mick Goo is gonna say something

Here I sit at my table, reluctant but able

Caught a caper from my paper then relay it to my label

Complete this album, collect a few thousand

Cho, do a show, yo, please let the crowd in

Let the record prevail, I'm not telling no tale

My voice is the hammer, your head is the nail

I'm tired of rhyming to this rhythm and timing

Change up my style, another level I'm climbing

I'm stable and sturdy, no diss, don't worry

This record is for rocking, only buy if you're worthy

Take it from Just, yeah, believe this

This record is better than the previous

Dope records I make, you know it, no doubt

What Just-Ice makes, Just-Ice takes out

Consistent to pursue what I do when I'm through

Get my coat and my hat, say peace to you

'Cause I do what I want to, if I don't please you

Yeah, well, hey, -whistle-, you and your whole crew

That's how I feel, I'm coming from the heart

And that's how it's been from the very first start

I started out that way, rebel and renegade

Running from the cops 'cause I had to make my own way

Rob if necessary, put some shoes on my feet

Throw a gun in your face just so I can eat

I'm doing things that's wrong justifying its right

But now I'm singing my song, making money tonight

With the aggravated treble and aggravated bass

Aggravated attitude and a aggravated face

My temper is pushed to the limit, I'm bush

Toy MCs mimic me, go douche, go wash

Your dirty mouth out, stop biting

The lyrics I write you say you're writing

So don't get me vexed and don't act up

Don't even test the lyrics of the desolate one

It's emphatical that I'm a radical

And if you think you're dope, I'll battle ya

First I'll diss you, then I'll rip you

Stop, dismiss you, then I continue

To just drive and drive 'til my people advise

Turn my thoughts to lyrics, give my tongue exercise

In a single breath I'll bake, then wax and take

Kings with crowns I'll smack 'cause they're fake

Don't get a scared feeling, I'm not threatening

I'm just filling in a form and letting you know

What's about to take place in a minute or so

Explain how I got your attention then go

Here's my plan, my man, it's quite simple

I'm gonna bust your bubble like a pimple

No big words, slurs or big phrases

Nothing too complex and no praises

Just a little something I consider

To be what I call a master winner

A militant, yeah, irrelevant

No dropping bombs, maybe people hate so

Wack MCs, it's like you are trying

To make records with some half-step rhyming

With no density, no validity

Why don't they give it up? Don't even MC

It's not worth it, don't you get my drift?

Leave it alone, man, 'cause you ain't

Like a dirty poster hanging on the wall

Crip, crip, crumble, uh-oh, fall

You get stepped on, then walked on

You get dissed bad, now your fame's gone

But like a child, you keep on pursuing

But I'll tell you, mm-mm, tough doing