KRS-ONE

1. By. Marcos S. Mercado KRS-ONE

2. Facts • KRA ONE is real name was Lawrence Krisna Parker . • He was born in a little town called Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York. • He was greatly know for his songs till this day. • Even though he did a lot more than that.

3. Facts • His other occupations were record producer, actor, author, and activist. • He started being active in all his rap and every thing else around 1977- till present day. • Usually when he did get on stage he would use ether vocals or turntables.

4. The Facts • KRS ONE Also known as Teacha, The Blastmaster, Big Joe Krash, and also know to be the soul of Boogie Down Production. • KRS ONE stood for Knowledge Rains Supreme Over Nearly Everyone.

5. Sound of the Police • Police Brutality in 1993 when the song was made. • Rodney King • Malice Green's death • Corrupt Cops •  Averaged 8- 12 officers in 1993would plant drugs on others to.

6. Sound of the police • Verse Two:Now here's a likkle truthOpen up your eyeWhile you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exerciseTake the word "overseer," like a sampleRepeat it very quickly in a crew for exampleOverseerOverseerOverseerOverseerOfficer, Officer, Officer, Officer!Yeah, officer from overseerYou need a little clarity?Check the similarity!The overseer rode around the plantationThe officer is off patroling all the nationThe overseer could stop you what you're doingThe officer will pull you over just when he's pursuingThe overseer had the right to get illAnd if you fought back, the overseer had the right to killThe officer has the right to arrestAnd if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!(Woop!) They both ride horsesAfter 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!The police them have a little gunSo when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one(Woop-woop!) I hear it all dayJust so they can run the light and be upon their way

7. KRS one sound of da police • Woop-woop!That's the sound of da police!Woop-woop!That's the sound of the beast!Verse One:Stand clear! Don man a-talkYou can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walkWatch out! We run New YorkPolice man come, we bust him out the parkI know this for a fact, you don't like how I actYou claim I'm sellin' crackBut you be doin' thatI'd rather say "see ya"Cause I would never be yaBe a officer? You WICKED overseer!Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviourFirst show a little respect, change your behaviorChange your attitude, change your planThere could never really be justice on stolen landAre you really for peace and equality?Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow meYour laws are minimalCause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminalThis has got to ceaseCause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!

8. Sound of the police • Verse Three:Check out the message in a rough styleeThe real criminals are the C-O-PYou check for undercover and the one PDBut just a mere Black man, them want check meThem check out me car for it shine like the sunBut them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford oneBlack people still slaves up til todayBut the Black police officer nah see it that wayHim want a salaryHim want itSo he put on a badge and kill people for itMy grandfather had to deal with the copsMy great-grandfather dealt with the copsMy GREAT grandfather had to deal with the copsAnd then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!

9. Outta here • Verse One:Back in the days I knew rap would never dieI used to listen to Awesome-2 on WHBII used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loopsRappers wore bell-bottom Lee suitsMe and Kenny couldn't afford thatSo we would go to the park when they was jammin' to hear rapI used to listen till the cops broke it upI always thought to myself "Damn, why they fucked it up?"But never the less I was in love with the microphoneAnd it stayed that way until I left homeOn the streets of New York, now I'm freeBut with freedom comes big responsibilityI used to walk around driven by the forceI remember how large Super Rhymes was when he fell offI used to wonder about crews that used to rockThey were large, but none of them could manage to stay on topDo you ever think about when you outta here?Record deal and video outta here?Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here?No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain'tgoin' out!

10. Outta here • Verse Two:After livin' on the streets aloneSome years went by, I signed myself into a group homeI used to watch the show "I Dream of Jeannie"And dreamt about "When will I be large like Whodini?"But I was messin' with graffiti on the subwayAnd gettin' chased by the cops almost everydayI knew it had to bea better way seeSo I would go to my room, blast RUN DMCAround 1984 I left the group home, again aloneStill dreamin' about the microphoneGimme a chance man, I know I can rock itBut I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocketSo when I reached the shelter I met my helper DJ Scott La RockAnd we both loved hip-hopI was takin' suckas out in the shelter systemYeah there was rappers in the shelter but I had to diss 'emBut all along, my vision was never lostI kept seeing all these rap groups fallin' offDo you ever think about when you're outta here?Fly girl and fresh gear outta here?Five-thousand dollar love seat outta here?No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain'tgoin' out!

11. Outta Here • Verse Three:While I'm battling these rival crewsYes, BDP would stay in the street newsSome said all they wanna do is battleThey can't write a song, so their careers won't last longAround this time I used to hang with Ced GeeAnd DJ Scott La Rock used to buy gold with Eric BI didn't meet Rakim till later with ScottI remember we were jammin' at the rooftopIt used to irk me when these critics had opinionsScott would say "Just keep rappin', I'll keep spinnin'"We had a fucked up contract, but we signed itAnd dropped the hip-hop album Criminal MindedWe told the critics your opinions are bullSame time Eric B and Rakim dropped Paid in FullHip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to beBut right then hip-hop changed drastically People didn't wanna hear the old rap soundWe started samplin' beats by James BrownIn the middle of doin' My PhilosophyScott was killed and that shit got to meBut knowin' the laws of life and deathI knew his breath, was one with my breathI had nothin' left and it was scarySo I dropped By All Means NecessaryAnother hip-hop group that was a friend of meWas a revolution crew called Public EnemyIt Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us BackThese two albums set off consciousness in rapBut all along, I'm still lookin' aroundAnd all I can see are these rap groups fallin' downDo you ever think about when you outta here?Condominium and beach house outta here?Credit cards and bank accounts outta here?No doubt BDP is old school, be we ain'tgoin' out!