Extra extra  read all about it!
 KRS One's rhymes  have been doubted
 Suckers stepped up  and got MURDERED!!
 [KRS One]
 Pump pump pom pom POING!
 Yo  this goes out  to George Bush
 Get off my... diggi diggi diggi dick  diggi diggi diggi dick
 Diggi diggi diggi dick... Margaret Thatcher
 Get off my... diggi diggi diggi dick  diggi diggi diggi dick
 Diggi diggi diggi dick... Bensonhurst
 Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
 Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... De Klerk
 Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
 Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
 It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
 The master of the microphone is here and he's black
 Recitin poetry, beautifully articulated
 Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
 of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
 The styles they're doing, is from my old record
 They bought my album, for $8.99
 Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
 I don't mind because I'm here to show
 The lost MC's which way to go
 So here's my rep, to those that slept
 And didn't get the first concept in depth
 I am the manifestation of study
 NOT, the manifestation of money
 Therefore I advance through thought
 Not what's manufactured and bought
 Concentration, and calculation
 Goes into every song creation
 The first and second album rocked you
 Third album made you think and got through
 Didn't you think I knew?
 Number three, wasn't for the dance crew
 But it gave me a chance to see
 Who was REALLY down with BDP
 I set the warm milk, in the glass
 And the snakes came out the grass
 They don't realize I'm not confined
 Nor trapped by space and time
 I am a rebel, an overthrower
 Descendant of the black man Noah
 Radio DJ's, all around
 Constantly tell me how they are down
 To uplift Africa and unite black
 Yet they fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?_
 It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I just get loose
 And demonstrate the truth
 Many MC's can only rock the many
 But I rock a few with my brother Kenny
 >From twenty-thousand to ten I'm housin
 African culture is what I'm arousin
 In your consciousness, soul and body
 Pay attention while I rock the party
 Cause now I'm gonna show ya how the East Coast rocks
 Bumpin sucker MC's out the box
 Rockin the dreadlocks and the flattops
 I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop
 The new hip-hop, and get props
 Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott LaRock
 Spins in heaven, while the earth I rock
 MC's adopt, the styles I drop
 They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no direction
 So they wanna go pop
 Chasin the charts up and down like suckers
 Totally ignoring their sisters and brothers
 They're the ones to say you're number one
 Not chart position, so pick up the drum and hum
 Sing along, it's a poetry session
 Mathematically applied, no guessin
 I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked
 get your ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it
 Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, Kenny Parker on the
 mix!
 [Special K]
 Yes yes I'm Special K
 On New York's Two show on WBDP
 This is the brand new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions
 And it's off the Edutainment LP
 Wanna send a shout out to the BDP Posse
 Of course to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square
 And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D
 And of course me... seeya