DJ Scott La Rock - South Bronx lyrics

[Intro: Scott La Rock] Yo what's up Blastmaster KRS One, this jam is kicking Word, yo what up D-Nice? (Yo what's up Scott La Rock?) Yo man we chilling just funky fresh jam I want to tell you a little something about us We're the Boogie Down Productions crew And due to the fact that no-one else out there knew what time it was We have to tell you a little story about where we we come from [Hook x4] South Bronx, the South South Bronx [Verse 1: KRS-One] Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specialize in music I'll only use this type of style when I choose it Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attack You got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had its start out in Queensbridge If you pop that junk up in the Bronx you might not live Cause you're in [Hook] [Verse 2] I came with Scott La Rock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's the title they earn, well it's well deserved, but Without a crown, see, I still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With Coke LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam B-boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said "Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day B-boys getting blown away but coming outside anyway" They tried again outside in Cedar Park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what I'm talking about Remember Bronx River, rolling thick With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix When Afrika Islam was rocking the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash Patterson and Millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady taking out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seems I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was seventy-six to 1980 The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cause if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own Scott La Rock And he's from [Hook] The human TR-808, D-Nice The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock Boogie... Down... Productions Fresh for '86, you s**ers!