I got a dope beat (you got a dope beat?)
I got a dope beat (we got a dope beat)

My name is that top of all of those that mix
Turnin' poetry into cash for eighty seven
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 runnin' on my gear or havin' colors too loud
Everything must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's Scott Larock 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 the funky beat
A studio like to meet
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
Takin' out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they claim to be in society
Because we know their games, we appall their
If they need a different style we can get ?large?
He's i.c.u., he's out to kill
I'm KRS and we get ill
Dj Scott Larock got his own beat
The extravagant life is what we seek
I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact
I will live a long life and I don't smoke crack
Captivatin' the crowd 7 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)

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
Pullin' out, easy goin' cos the money be flowin'
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin'
Stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done
They study rhymes all week but I be rhymin' for fun
When they lose they get upset, always pullin' a gun
But they will 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 bluffin', they're not givin' me nuthin'
I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt
Cos no matter how you front it's still the ones you want
See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion
Takin' out you suckas while Scott Larock is spinnin'

I got a dope beat (you got a dope beat?)
I got a dope beat (we got a dope beat)

My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young
I don't wear adidas cos 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 70's, 80's, and 90's
Not bein' 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 teasin'
Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace
You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin' you
This particular style may vary
The things I converse about are heard rarely
Some can't bear me, others try to scare me
Soundin' intelligent but not yet equivalent
You know what?

I.c.u. is in the house
Miss melodie is in the house
Lena love is in the house
D-nice rocks the house
Gold miss rocks the house
Flavis walker turns em out
42 black knocks em out
Til my mellow pulled his gun, rock the house
Naughty bust it out
Mcboo turns it out
Chuck chill out cuts it up
Red alert breaks it out
Scott Larock jr. my pride and joy
KRS-One
His mother's first son
And no he can never run

Scott Larock
Scott Larock
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Dope Beat Lyrics

Boogie Down Productions – Dope Beat Lyrics

Songwriters: PARKER, LAWRENCE KRSONE / STERLING, SCOTT MONROE
Dope Beat lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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