[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) [x3]

[Verse One: Wise Intelligent]


Yo, where the teachers went, with all that pro-black %#@!?
Where all the conscious ^!$$%s, 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 bull%#@! about killing and so
Eat my #~!!@, suck my dick, well that's the size of the %#@!
So in the head of ignorance, I rip some conscious clip

^!$$%s 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 %#@!
There's ^!$$%s is lacking over there, ^!$$%s is lacking over here

Some ^!$$%s is dying over here, and ^!$$%s is dying over there
Black youth don't follow them, because they don't know %#@!
They selling you death on that pursuit for Benz and Lexus

We gots to talk about, cause I'll reveal your $$#
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 $$#, cause being truth is a task
And I am nothing but, I'm God-blessed ^!$$%, 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 %#@!
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 %#@! with your clip

Showing your $$# 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]


^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@!, on the planet

B.D.P., up on the mix
P.R.T., conscious lyrics
You're suffering
^!$$%s is sick, where's the Bufferin?
I hear that gangsta %#@! 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 $#&@ing 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 %#@! like that
Dress and lack, get your head cracked

Rip tracks and refuse to come wack
(Yo P.R.T. them ^!$$%s' 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)