Lyrics:

[Verse 2]
Downratin' statements you always seem to make
You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a shift
You only utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity
Yet when all the currency comes in tax free
You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet
I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary
Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realise this you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy
Just coolin' out without a doubt, l ivin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence
I am only 20, yet here's my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers make wishes
Time and time again I prove to be exciting
But time and time again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers
With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer!
Boogie Down Productions Essays On BDP-ism