Verse 1:



I Hear The Same Old Rhyme The Same Old Style



The Same Old Runner Has Ran The Mile



See I Don't Know Exactly What You Know



But What I Know Is That Stuff Gotta Go



Usually When I Pick Up The Mic



Something Ill Jumps Out My Mouth For That Night



I Like To Talk About Fact Not Fiction



I Got Some Fantasy Rhymes But Just Listen



Everything I Write Is Premeditated



Suckas Wanna Fake It I Just Hate It



Bitin Routines Or Sayin Somethin Kinda Weak



My Words Are Comprehended Every Time I Speak



Or Have Spoken, No I'm Not Jokin



Please Don't Sleep, I Hope You Are Awoken



Stop! Try This Again, You Had Enough? Say When



I Am The Man With The Six-pack Of Heineken



I Get Tipsy



But Never In Your Life Try To Dis Me



Cos I Don't Battle With Rhymes, I Battle With Guns



Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Every One



If You Take The First Letter Of What I Just Sung



You Spell My Name "KRS-One"



It's Elementary



Elementary



Verse 2:



DJ Scott LaRock And I: KRS-One



Our Mother's First Son And No, We'll Never Run



From Complex Situations Like You T-O-Y-S's



Always Talkin Junk, Yet In Jail, You're Rockin Dresses



I Have Arrived For The Purpose Of Joy



Unlike Any Ordinary Bronx B-boy



I Will Volunteer My Services And Launch An Attack



On You Fake Educators With Your Yakety-yak



This Is A Fact, The Teacher Is Here Now In The Flesh



Consistently Hounded By You MC Pests



If You Really Want To Learn From Me



Don't Waste Time In Burnin Me



Cos Ignorance And Inexperience Does Not Concern Me



I Will Emphasize So You Will Realize And Come Alive



Never Close Your Eyes, Never Sleep Or You Might Take A Dive



Many People Hate Me, M