Poisonous Products
KRS-One / Boogie Down Productions
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So take it slow amigo
Feelin' swell and laid back mellow
Make it sweet, make it sweet now
Back off, crack off, slack off, act off your instinct
And think in a wink, or blink, I'll make your body shrink
I use ink, and memory, my record company's sellin' me
My fans be tellin' me I'm the greatest
You hate this, preacher, metaphysical, criminal
Minded poet, don't blow it, if it's lost I'll show it
If it's torn I'll sew it, it's kinda off beat, yeah I know it
The styles I originate, I don't wait for fate
I practice love not hate, but MC's get ate
Because they wait and hesitate on the act
But always can debate on that trivial fact
This is KRS and I'm black
Same color as the brothers in Iraq
War is wack, especially when you die in vain
Bush invaded Panama, how can he really place blame on Hussein?
Regardless of the name
The insane economic game has got to change
Like a Range Rover over the plains
I come equipped to rip shit
Not ignorant, intelligent, artistic
Inquisitive, positive and negative
The sedative is the poetry I give, how you live?
KRS is in the house
Word up, and you don't stop
So take it slow amigo
Feelin' swell and laid back mellow
Make it sweet, make it sweet now
Yo, the poisonous product, pimped out to poor people
Chemistries pieces of their thinkin' equal
It comes in peaceful, through the tell-lie-vision
Distorts your vision, now the lies got you wishin'
Through transmission, you wanna be a better Christian
You wake up Sunday morning to watch tell-lie-vision mission
Christians be sayin' accept Jesus in your life
Christianity was founded 400 years after Christ
What do you accept in your life?
Christianity, or the teachings of Christ?
Make up your mind, they're not the same thing
In 1992, the blind leads the blind
Right into the ground, they can't show you where God is
Because they haven't found it, first
Put down the Bible and release your sins
The Bible is dead, God is alive within
Metaphysically speakin' I'll go clearer
You wanna see God? Take a look in the mirror
A tree is always known by its fruit
A human being can walk upright or crawl like a brute
Yeah, now who do you salute?
The barbarian teachings us to hate our roots
Despise our culture, look for culture in another man's existence
Resistance, resist this master plan
To turn the black man, into a statistic
Why? Cause he's materialistic
He wants to make a record but don't know the logistics
Of it, love it or leave it alone
Blastmaster KRS is on the microphone
In the house, ha ha
And you don't stop
Feelin' swell and laid back mellow
Make it sweet, make it sweet now