KRS ONE Criminal Minded Lyrics
            Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
            We'll take the wackest song and make it better
            Remember to let us into your skin
            Cause then you'll begin, to master
            Rhymin rhymin rhymin
        
            Verse One: KRS-One
        
            Criminal minded, you've been blinded
            Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it
            They are the audience, I am the lyricist
            Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this
            Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage
            Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
            Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin
            Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin
            However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
            My all-around performance gets better and better
            My English grammar comes down like a hammer
            You need a style, I need to pull your file
            I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's ---
            I write and produce myself just as fast
            Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
            Attractin only women, got no time for little girls
        
            [KRS sings again]       Cause girls look so good
            but their brain is not ready, I don't know
            I'd rather talk to a woman
            cause her mind is so steady, so here we go
        
            I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
            I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
            I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid
            But I bust more shots than they ever did
            I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section
            But how many times must I point you in the right direction
            You need protection, when I'm on the mic
            Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe
            You're a king, I'm a teacher
            You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar
            If this was a class, well it would go right under drama
            See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
            Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant
            Especially when you're not, college material
            Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal
            DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree
            Blastmaster KRS writes poetry
            I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored
            It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud
            Sayin styles like this to create a diss
            But if you listen, who you dissin?
            See I am a musician
            Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine
            Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
            You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded
            In other words we're both Criminal Minded
        
            Verse Two: KRS-One
        
            We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun
            He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One
            Never off-beat cause it don't make sense
            Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense
            You waited, debated, and now you activated
            A musical genius that could not be duplicated
            See I have the formula for rockin the house
            If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth
            It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple
            Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled
            The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E
            Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983
            Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse
            Originality come first but the suckers get worse
            Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
            Poetic education of a high altitude
            I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician
            A genius when it comes to making music with ambition
            I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed
            Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record
            Just respected by others as the man with the solution
            An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
            on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
            After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack
            Because everything that flows from out my larynx
            Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's
            I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have s__
            Is it real or is it Memorex?
            I'm livin in a city known as New York State
            Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate
            I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
            People with ambition and straight up musicians
            Although our lives have been so uprooted
            I have it included, you all get zooted
            So take each letter of the KRS-One
            Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone
            You look at me and laugh, but this is your class
            It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin
            So now you are awakened to the music I be makin
            Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated
            Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded
            Only activated, it came out very complicated
            Not separated, from my DJ
            You see my voice is now faded
            I'll see you folks around the way
        
            Criminal minded...
        
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