Hiphop Knowledge

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You know, life is funny
 If you don't repeat the actions of your own success
 You won't be successful
 You gotta know your own formula, your own ingredients
 What made you, you
 1987, I was at the Latin Quarters
 Listenin' to Africa Bambaata give the order
 The call of the order was to avoid the slaughter
 He said, "Record companies ain't got nuttin for ya"
 Without a lawyer, he taught The Infinity Lessons
 In how hip-hop could be a, many a blessing
 And that was great, so in 1988
 There was no debate, we had to end the hate
 The name of the game was Stop the Violence
 And unity, knowledge, and self-reliance
 We started talkin' 'bout Martin and Malcolm
 Had these ghetto kids goin', huh, what about him?
 1989, Professor Griff speaks his mind
 But his freedom of speech is declined
 1990, came with the West coast
 East coast, West coast, who is the best coast?
 Lookin' back now, of course it was bogus
 The whole argument was where we lost focus
 We got hopeless, not with the lyrics and music
 But with hip-hop, and how we used it
 Or abused it, you know how the crew get
 You like it cause you choose it
 1991, we opened our eyes
 With Human Education Against Lies, we tried
 To talk about the state of humanity
 But all these others rappers got mad at me
 They called me Captain Human, another message was sent
 Self Destruction don't pay the rent
 Remember that? Nobody wanted conscious rap
 It was like where these ballers at
 Where can they call us at? All was wack
 Hip-hop culture was fallin' flat and that was that
 So in 1992, I found my crew
 They said, "Yo Kris, what you wanna do?"
 I said, "Damn, why they wanna get with me?
 If I bust they I'm contradictory"
 If I play the bitch role, they take my shoe
 Tell me what the am I supposed to do?
 So I did it, don't stop get it get it get it
 All of a sudden these critics they wanna spit it
 Kay Are Ess One is contradictory
 Just 'cause I wouldn't let these rappers get with me
 That, you and your pen
 If a rapper wanna diss, yo I'd do it again
 But I'm makin' these ends, and I got my friends
 And I really don't wanna have to sit in the pen
 So I go back to the philosopher
 1993, hip-hop is uhh, wack
 Go back, check the facts
 1994, return of the Boom Bap
 It wasn't all about the loot
 It was all about Harry Allen Rhythm Cultural Institute
 Blowin' 1 up, 1995
 Conscious rap is still alive
 But nobody wanna play it, nobody wanna say it
 Nobody okayed it, they'd all rather hate it
 1996, it really don't stop
 We put together somethin' called the Temple of hip-hop
 But how hip-hop affects the spirit
 Step Into a World, that's what I did
 1997, I was raisin' my kid
 Or kids, but I, had to go
 'Cause New York DJ's changed the flows
 To clothes and hoes, but that wasn't me
 I'll be damned if I dance for the MTV
 So in 1998, I began to debate
 Should I go now, or should I really wait?
 '99, I moved to L.A. you see
 And took a gig with the WB
 Started studyin' philosophy full-time
 To have a full heart, full body, full mind
 But you know what the problem is or was
 DJ's don't raise our kids, 'cause
 They so caught up in the cash and jewels
 How they gonna really see a hip-hop school?
 How they gonna really see a hip-hop temple?
 They don't even wanna play my instrumentals, but
 Big up Dr. Dre, Snoop, Xzibit
 Especially Xzibit, he was there in a minute
 Mic Conception, all of them, said
 Yo you need help? I should call them
 When I was in L.A., I held the crown
 Bloods, Crips, they held me down
 I could never forget Mad Lion, killer pride
 With the gat in the lap in the low-ride
 Oh, I can't forget, Icy Ice, Lucky Lou
 Julio G, that was the crew
 Davey D, Ingrid, David Connor
 The list goes on and on, let me tell ya
 FredWreck, and my man Protest
 Much respect, no less
 To my spiritual and mental defenders
 Big up to L.A., temple members
 But in 2000, I seen how I wanted to live
 I wasn't no executive
 So I picked up the mic and I quit my job
 Said to Simone, I gotta get with God
 She said, "Don't worry bout these dollars and quarters
 Record companies ain't got nuttin' for ya"
 Damn, she took me back to Bam
 Took me back to who I am
 Brought me back to the New York land
 Now I overstand
 {Now KRS-One, now you've been quoted as saying that
 Rap is something we do, hip-hop is something you live
 Yes
 Explain that to us please}
 {Well, well, today hip-hop, we are advocating that hip-hop is not
 Just a music, it is an attitude, it is an awareness, it is a way
 To view the world
 So rap music, is something we do, but hip-hop is something we live
 And we look at hip-hop, in it's 9 elements
 Which is breaking, emceeing, graffiti art, deejaying, beatboxing
 Street fashion, street language, street knowledge, and street
 Entrepenurialism, trade and business}
 {And uhh, that's where y'know
 That's the hip-hop that that that we're about
 We come from the uhh the root of, of Kool DJ Herc
 Who originated hip-hop in the early 70's
 And then Africa Bambaata and Zulu Nation
 Who instigated something called The Infinity Lessons
 And added consciousness to hip-hop, and then Grandmaster Flash
 With the invention of the mixer, on to Run-D.M.C. and then myself}
 {And uhh, we created the Stop the Violence movement, you may recall
 A song, Self Destruction and and and so on
 All of this, goes to uhh uhh, the idea of living this culture out
 And taking responsibility for how it looks and, and acts in society}
 

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05:09
Key
8
Tempo
121 BPM

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