We Don’t Give A Fuck If It’s Ya’ Birthday…

Today is KRS-1′s birthday. He turns some kind of forty today. That is some kind of achievement for a person that was brought up in abject poverty and was even homeless as a teenager. The lesson that I keep from KRS-1 is that there is nothing I can’t achieve if I focus my mind towards that goal.

There are also some additional lessons I have gleaned from the Teacha over the years…

Scott La Rock had them all. He was a super ho.

Girls look so good but their brains are not ready. I’d rather talk to a woman because her mind is so steady.

Poetry is the language of imagination, poetry is a form of positive creation.

It’s not about a salary it’s all about reality.

Black cop!! Black cop! Black cop! Black cop!

I could spend my whole day sitting here and pulling quotes from the Boggie Down Productions discography, or you could do that yourself.

The Orginal Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive

Pull down your favorite rapper’s lyrics. Find the poetry, find the insanity. Find the love for rap music all over again. Celebrate life, not death.

Happy Birthday to the Blastmaster KRS-1.

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  • http://www.going.com/larrybrite Lancelot

    [Del The Funky Homosapien - 2nd Verse]
    Go ahead, try symbiosis
    But most rap artist don’t have any focus
    Think they flippin’ chips
    Try penny brokers
    Kipsco or pennyloafers
    Get my album I’ll show you how it’s done
    Hella atrocious wit vocals
    My throat holds verbal choke pose
    Po-po’s in ya scrolls
    My goals are not rifles
    I flow scrimmage like the Micronots
    You might go pop and I might grow crops
    Go get the gestapo
    You riskin’ a pot full of gold
    Pull a zodiac sign to halftime
    Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight
    Man, you don’t know the half
    Dash right to the phonograph
    Blow your balderdash
    Coordinates confirm
    Subordinates will learn
    My ordnance is stern so supportin’ my fern
    Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin’ crazed
    Your style is sold and paid for cause I made more
    Water emcees like a bayshore
    Bullets graze doors (Where)
    In Oakland where they lay law
    Del is going AWOL wit napalm
    Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier
    Now miser
    Spit exciter
    Rippin’ plywood
    Forget beef cakin’ lyrical cheapskates
    Try Del and win the sweepstakes
    What I make is so hot, it’s seethin’
    Off the deep end
    Stop your breathin’
    Caught cha sleepin’
    Now you’re peekin’ like you’ve eaten
    A hundred microdots wreck your equinox
    Delete every piece of props
    Leave your perforated
    Curb your hatred
    Disserve your matrix in the Word Olympics
    Completely furnished wit burners like Ted Turner
    I broadcast the classics
    fabu-lass, fa-tastic

  • L Boogie

    One for the money yes uhh two for the show
    A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
    Was the start of somethin good
    Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA, through the hood
    Just tryin to find that hookup
    Now everyday we look up at the ceiling
    Watchin ceiling fans go round trying ta catch that feelin off instrumental
    Had my pencil, and plus my paper
    We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
    Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light
    Light off in that apot, knowin that we could rock
    Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop
    Life freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G’s
    And that’s a nono

    -3K, the best evar.

  • 239allday

    “If you gon’ drill me, come on and drill me/It’s all good cuz I got some people to see” B.G., All On You

    “Somebody wake me I’m dreamin/I started as a seed to semen/Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin/On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop/From a single drop, this is what they got” 2Pac, Still I Rise

    Those lines are just real as fuck to me.

  • MOi

    ask yourself homeboy why is that?

    illegal business controls america

    keep risin to the top while my mind go give it all you got, give it all you got

    we’ll take the wackest song and make it better

    you want a fresh style let me show ya

    love’s gonna getcha

    the blastmaster . . .

  • Pierzy

    Happy Birthday, KRS! You should ask, “Can I Live?”

    While I’m watchin every nigga watchin me closely
    my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
    I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
    Hoes’ll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet
    I don’t sleep, I’m tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
    a brother gotta admire from four fiends away
    My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin ‘caine
    til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can’t lie
    At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
    gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me
    lack of respect for authority, laughin hard
    Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief
    I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
    for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly
    The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill’in
    No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
    Illin for revenues, Rayful Edmond like
    Channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand dead in the mic
    Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
    I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure
    Lock my body can’t trap my mind, easily
    explain why we adapt to crime
    I’d rather die enormous than live dormant that’s how we on it
    Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it
    Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend
    Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin
    The INXS rental, don’t be fooled my game is mental
    We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into?
    Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
    meet me by the one that starts a G up
    This way no fraud Willie’s present gambling they re-up
    And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas
    Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live?
    Can I live?

  • http://www.xxlmag.com Benicio Del Thoro

    “Party people in the place to be KRS-One attack/
    You got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack./
    So you think that hip-hop had its start out in Queensbridge?/
    If you pop that junk off in the Bronx you might not live!/

    RIP to Scott La Rock as well. I can’t believe Blastmaster is 43.

  • Josh

    Bronx keeps creatin it

    So now you know, a poet’s job is never done, but I’m never overworked and I’m still number 1

    You don’t like it, but you gotta keep pushin’, until somebody starts mushin’, all these suckas trying to ruin the environment [Ms. Melody: Nah man, I ain't buyin it]

    Got myself an Uzi, and my brother a 9

    Sucka MCs Duck! Duck down!

    I’m not saying I’m number 1, oops, I’m sorry I lied, I’m number 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5

    Fresh for ’08 you suckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaz

  • John Brown

    My favorite verse of all time is by 2PAC.
    Song: Life Goes On
    Verse #3

    Verse Three:

    Bury me smilin’
    with G’s in my pocket
    have a party at my funeral
    let every rapper rock it
    let tha hoes that I usta know
    from way before
    kiss me from my head to my toe
    give me a paper and a pen
    so I can write about my life of sin
    a couple bottles of Gin
    incase I don’t get in
    tell all my people i’m a Ridah
    nobody cries when we die
    we outlaws
    let me ride
    until I get free
    I live my life in tha fast lane
    got police chasen me
    to my niggas from old blocks
    from old crews
    niggas that guided me through
    back in tha old school
    pour out some liquor
    have a toast for tha homies
    see we both gotta die
    but ya chose to go before me
    and brothas miss ya while your gone
    you left your nigga on his own
    how long we mourn
    life goes on…

  • giantstepp

    “…when i hear wack rhymes i get fed up, rap is like a set up, a lot of games, alot of suckas with colorful names im so and so, im this im that, huh but theyre all just wic wic wack”

    My philosphy…1988! Happy Bday to the Teaha, Blastmaster KRS One!

  • http://www.MySpace.com/GrimeyHipHop Stan

    Feel like Im walkin a tightrope witout a circus net / poppin percocet, Ima nervous wreck / I deserve respect, cuz I work a sweat for this worthless check / im bouta burst this tech at sumbody to reverse this debt / minimum wage got my adrenaline caged / full of venom n rage / especially when im engaged / and my daughters down to her last diaper / its got my ass hyper / I pray to god answers / maybe ill ask nicer / watchin ballers while they flossin in they pathfinders / these overnight stars becomin autograph signers / we all long to blow up and leave the past behind us / along wit the small fries and average half pinters / cuz playahaters turn bitch like they had vaginas / cuz we see them dollar signs n let the cash blind us / money’ll brainwash u n leave ur ass mindless / these snaked slither in the grass spinless…. That’s Rock Bottom…

  • http://www.myspace.com/onemanprod ONEMAN PRODUCTIONS

    im not sayin im number 1
    uh sorry i lied
    im number 1 2 3 4 and 5!

    that line been in my head for a minute now.

  • http://xxlmag.com Billy X. Sunday

    Shout out to everyone that dropped their fave KRS-1 lines.

    Shout to every emcee that makes you want to press rewind.

  • tobasko

    On the real, that Em verse from Rock bottom is some shit…

    what about his verse from fight music?

    If I could capture the rage of today’s youth and bottle it/ Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it/ Then spit it back in the faces of you racists/ and hypocrites who think the same shit but don’t say shit/ You Liberace’s, Versace’s, and you nazis/
    Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat/ You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you’re NOT me
    You’ll never STOP me, I’m TOP speed as you POP me/ I came to save these new generations of babies/ from parents who failed to raise ‘em cause they’re lazy/ to grow to praise me I’m makin ‘em go crazy/ That’s how I got this whole nation to embrace me/ And you fugazi if you think I’ma admit wrong/ I’ll cripple any hypocritic critic I’m sic’d on/ And this song is for any kid who gets picked on/
    A sick song to retaliate to, and it’s called..


    This verse has been on repeat in my head for years

  • Apollo Moses

    I’ll play the nine and you play the target
    you all know my name so I guess I’ll just start it
    or should I say, “Start this,” I am an artist
    of new concepts at their hardest
    cause, yo, I’m a teacher and Scott is a scholar
    It ain’t about money cause we all make dollars
    That’s why I walk with my head up
    when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up
    Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games
    a lot of suckas with colorful names
    I’m so-and-so, I’m this, I’m that
    huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack
    I’m not white or red or black
    I’m brown.. from the Boogie Down
    Productions, of course our music be thumpin’
    others say their bad, but they’re buggin
    let me tell you somethin’ now about hip hop
    about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
    I’ll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
    mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
    some mc’s be talkin’ and talkin’
    tryin’ to show how black people are walkin
    but I don’t walk this way to portray
    or reinforce stereotypes of today
    like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon
    talk broken english and drug sellin’
    See I’m tellin, and teaching real facts
    The way some act in rap is kind of wack
    and it lacks creativity and intelligence
    but they don’t care cause the company is sellin’ it
    It’s my philosophy, on the industry
    Don’t bother dissin me, or even wish that we’d
    soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics
    Cause it’s about time one of y’all hear it
    And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man
    A vegetarian, no goat or ham
    or chicken or turkey or hamburger
    ’cause to me that’s suicide self-murder
    let us get back to what we call hip hop
    and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock…

    True hip-hop heads born during the golden age were jammin to this one as youngstas during the Reagan era. Happy Birthday KRS-ONE, a true contributor to cultural enrichment. Props to Billy X for pointing it out; continue to share the light of truth playa. Kris is that dude, willing to step in and lead. Self-Destruction should be played on the radio, MTV, and BET on the regular, and VH1 just need Jesus. F*&^ that fake dope boy crap and Negroe Please stop tellin folks you make millions trafficing cocaine but can’t finance your own music projects. “I got money, I’m not a rapper I’m a hussla, the label aint promote me right….I need a new deal after we mutually agreed to part ways.” Dumb Figgas Need Teaching!

  • Adrian

    Ghetto Music The BluePrint of Hip Hop was the first rap album I ever bought, I can recite that shit sideways. Im a white dude from Australia. Still waitin for Krs 1 to tour here. Can you call his people?

    ’cause you don’t know that you ain’t just a janitor
    No one told you about benjamin banneker
    A brilliant black man that invented the almanac
    Can’t you see where krs is coming at
    With eli whitney, haile selassie
    Granville woods made the walkie-talkie
    Lewis latimer improved on edison
    Charles Drew did a lot for medicine
    Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights
    Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night
    Madame cj walker made a straightenin comb
    But you won’t know this is you weren’t shown
    The point i’m gettin’ at it it might be harsh
    ’cause we’re just walkin’ around brainwashed
    So what i’m sayin’ is not to diss a man
    We need the 89 school system
    One that caters to a black return because
    You must learn

    You must learn


    On “My Philosphy” if I’m right, he went at Run Dmc and LL COOL J. And on Momma said knock u out”. The track “Murdergram” LL says “When I’m on the microphone I want silence/ Let KRS-ONE stop the violence”. Check both songs 4 ya self.


    Where is the review on the new Game album
    been waiting a fucking week.

  • zacreole

    Extra extra, read all about it!
    KRS-One’s rhymes, have been doubted
    Suckers stepped up, and got MURDERED!!

    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

    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!

  • 619

    One of the best verses ever and definitely the best ever by a female was Foxy Brown on ‘Affirmative Action’. Say what you want about Foxy now but you got to admit she tore up this track back then. C’mon, to outshine AZ, Nas and Cormega in their prime with the last half of her verse you got to give it to her:

    Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
    We got forty-eight, which means a whole lot of cream
    Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
    We back to sixteen, now add the other two that ‘Mega bringin’ through
    So let’s see, if we flip this other key
    Then it’s more for me, mad coke and mad leak
    Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two fifty
    Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key!!

  • http://eye95.tv beeyo

    “I’m tha nigga you expect, to catch wreck, on any cassette deck/I’m so ahead of my time My parents haven’t met yet/” Big L
    Not even a L fan, but that shit had me rewindin that one line over, and over, and over, and over.

  • http://huyghue1 beeyo

    “why I’m watchin every nigga watchin me closely/My shit is butta for tha bread they wanna toast me/ I keep my head, both of them where they s’pposed to be/ Hoes could get you sidetracked and clapped from close feet/I don’t sleep, I feel wired like codiene/These days a nigga gotta admire me from 4 fiends away/” Jay,Reasonable doubt

  • http://eye95.tv beeyo

    Puns whole fuckin catalog. If you aint up on it, well, you are missin a whole fuckin lot.
    “Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield”,”Bust out my coffin I’m a livin ABORTION!”,”Dead in the middle of little Italy little did we know we riddled two middlemen who didn’t do diddly…..”,You know that fuckin rhyme.

  • http://eye95.tv beeyo

    “My mind’s got a mind of it’s own/Sometimes I can’t find it at home, it hides in the stove/”,
    “Shady said it, Shady meant it/I stayed a minute, I throw a stroller at you…..with a baby in it”
    LOL at Eminem.
    Oh, and both those renegade verses. His finest work, in my opinion.

  • Faceless1

    Anyone remembers Eminem’s “Dead Wrong” verse…SICK!!!