I got a dope beat

(You got a dope beat)

I got a dope beat

(We got a dope beat)

I got a dope beat

(You got a dope beat)

I got a dope beat

(We got a dope beat)

My name is at the top of all of those that mix

Or turning poetry into cash for '87

Some did it, got paid

Some jams were never played

But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade

Go by, and why?

'Cause they wasn't fly

Others claim to be fresh

But they're not KRS

I cannot walk around the street with my head in the clouds

Either running on my gear

Or having colors too loud

Everything must coincide with the way I feel

And by the way it's Scott La Rock on the wheels of steel

So I take one step

To adjust the mic

I get around the whole city

So I do wear Nike

I like a funky beat

A studio like Unique

I write the crazy fresh lyrics

And I don't eat meat

You can look me up and down

And my DJ too

Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew

Taking out emcees

On the one, two, three

No matter who they claim to be in society

Because we know their games

We'll pull their file

If they need a different style

We can get wild

He's ICU, he's out to kill

I'm KRS and we get ill

DJ Scott La Rock got his own beat

The extravagant life is what we seek

I will tell you like this

'Cause I know for a fact

I will live a long life

And I don't smoke crack

Captivating the crowd seven days a week

You know what they told me to say?

I got the dope beat

I got a dope beat

(You got a dope beat)

I got a dope beat

(We got a dope beat)

I got the dope beat

(You got a dope beat)

I got the dope beat

(We got the dope beat)

For me to say again

Another verse of my rhyme

Means what you heard before

Must've blew up your mind

So now it's time

To find poetry like mine

Do not waste all your time

Because I'm one of a kind

Coolin' out and easy going

'Cause the money be flowing

6'4", brown eyes and I'm always showing

Stupid emcees on the mic

The way it's 'posed to be done

They study rhymes all week

But I be rhymin' for fun

When they lose they get upset

Always pulling a gun

But they must snap out of that

Because I'm KRS-One

Not two, not three, but O-N-E

Get it right the first time

I won't repeat this rhyme

If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways

Keep in mind that I been out there from back in the days

I don't brag about the people I know

Because they're still bluffing

They're not givin' me nothing

I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt

'Cause no matter how you front

It's still the ones you want

See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion

Taking out you suckers

While Scott La Rock is spinnin'

My name is KRS-One

I'm still kinda young

I don't wear Adidas

'Cause my name ain't Run

Got Nikes on my feet

And to be complete

I can rock an American or reggae beat

Got rhymes for the 70's, 80's and 90's

Not being conceited

But it won't pay to try me

Out to any feud, any battle, any reason

Make the rhymes up every season, this style, I'm just teasing

Pick up the pace homeboy, pick up the pace

You're way behind schedule

Listen to what I'm telling you

This particular style may vary

The things I converse about are heard rarely

Some can't bear me

Others try to scare me

Sounding intelligent

But not yet equivalent

You know what?

(You got a dope beat)

I got a dope beat

(We got a dope beat)

I got a dope beat

(You got a dope beat)

I got the dope beat

(We got the dope beat)

I got the dope beat

(You got the dope beat)

I got the dope beat

(We got the dope beat)

The beat that we got

(The dope beat)

ICU is in the house

Ms. Melodie is in the house

Lena Love is in the house

D-Nice rocks the house

Gold Miss Item rocks the house

Flavius Walker turns 'em out

42 Black knocks 'em out

To my mellow Moses Gun

Rock the house

Norty busts it out

McBoo turns it out

Chuck Chillout cuts it up

Red Alert works it out

Scott La Rock Jr.

My pride and joy

KRS-One, his mother's first son

And I know he'll never run

It's D-D, D-D

Scott La Rock, Scott La Rock