Conscious Style

[KRS-One]

Dealing in levels of astronomy, numerology, geometry, sociology, physiology

Psychology and of course philosophy

Music-ology

B.D.P.R.T

(It's nothing but conscious style) (3x)

[Verse One: Wise Intelligent]

Yo, where the teachers went, with all that pro-black shit?

Where all the conscious niggas, who used to chat like this?

See, I remember yesterday when y'all was Gods and Earths

Egyptians and metaphysicists on the verge of giving birth

To understanding, and planting seeds that grow

Now everybody's on that bullshit about killing and so

Eat my pussy, suck my dick, well that's the size of the shit

So in the head of ignorance, I rip some conscious clip

Niggas is small, my task is educate y'all

Can you stop selling crack cause negro that takes balls

I'm on that road called freedom, seldom traveled by the multitude

I bring gifts of life, light, and some conscious food

God degree, cause see God's the size of me

And yeah, what's the difference with the west and the east

I feel there ain't no difference, so spread the news I spit

And since I got you listening, I guess I'll prove the shit

There's niggas is lacking over there, niggas is lacking over here

Some niggas is dying over here, and niggas is dying over there

Black youth don't follow them, because they don't know shit

They selling you death on that pursuit for Benz and Lexus

We gots to talk about, cause I'll reveal your ass

You can't shield your dirty thoughts with no five percent fact

Peep the jewels that I craft, see the fools that I class

I be schooling your ass, cause being truth is a task

And I am nothing but, I'm God-blessed nigga, what?

Take your hands off your nuts, and your lips off that blunt

Stand for something, stand erect, stand for this

You'll fall for anything cause you don't stand for shit

I murder slime, come wicked every time

And fill your mind with conscious rhyme

(It's nothing but conscious style)

[Verse Two: KRS-One]

You ever wonder why you ain't living how you should be living

Could it be your mentality you're giving off?

North, south, west, east, like an unchained beast

Your thoughts bringing you to deceased

A release a little piece with speed

Before the savage emcee proceeds to feed

Upon the minds of the minor, I find the antidote

To the empty emcee that thinks they dope

We ain't got too far to go

Opportunities are shutting down faster than this rhyme flow

One day you're in your sauna, next day a goner

You can sit and play games like Bugs Bunny if you wanna

Real bad boys used to move in silence, peep it

But now real bad boys seem to move in secret societies, a trip

Don't slip with your lip talking shit with your clip

Showing your ass as I blast into it

With a clip of conscious lyrical wit

KRS-One comes well equipped

You can follow me in a mass of one follow me in a mass of two turntables

You're listening to the sound now of the Profile label

With B.D.P.R.T.

Yo Wise, tell 'em just what you see

[Verse Three: Wise Intelligent]

Niggas is talented, but they let it go to waste

I'm came to smack that ign'ant smile off your face

You're lacking knowledge of self and what I'm talking about

You niggas laughing but that's something you should cry out

Right now you're finding out is God is back up in the house

My weapon's in my mouth and watch how I can take you out

Intelligent, represent

Ignorance, slaughter it

Slangspit Entertainment

Run shit, on the planet

B.D.P., up on the mix

P.R.T., conscious lyrics

You're suffering

Niggas is sick, where's the Bufferin?

I hear that gangsta shit but let some conscious brothers hit

You know the type that fight, live and die for truthful rights

Not only that, we will kill for this righteous life

I'm on the mic for the purpose of shedding light

You take my life? Go fly a f**king kite

I'm infinite, I'm yesterday, today, tonight

Tomorrow morning, you see this is your future talking

Babylon is fallen, poor people of the world are ballin'

Black people calling for P.R.T. and what we talkin'

Black facts and shit like that

Dress and lack, get your head cracked

Rip tracks and refuse to come wack

(Yo P.R.T. them niggas' lyrics, you notice that?)

I learned this line, come wicked every time

And fill your mind with a conscious rhyme

[KRS:] Yeah, check it out one check it out

(It's nothing but conscious style)

[WI:] Roll up your arms if you love the new fisherman stylee, hear me now

(It's nothing but conscious style)

[KRS:] B.D.P. coming through

(It's nothing but conscious style)

[KRS:] Knowledge reigns supreme

(It's nothing but conscious style)