Boogie Down Productions - Dope Beat lyrics

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 a 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
Cooling 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 rhyming 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 the
Scott La Rock is spinning

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 '70s, '80s, and '90s
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 the dope beat (You got the 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)
BDP got (The dope beat) iCU is in the house
Miss Melodie is in the house
Lena Love is in the house
D-Nice rocks the house
Gomez Adams 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 scott LaRock
Scott LaRock