Lyrical Breakdown of Criminal Minded (Red Alert mega mix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Boogie Down Productions weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Criminal Minded (Red Alert mega mix)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Boogie Down Productions employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Prevention Against Sucker MC's
In the event of a real emergency
You would have been instructed on which jams to play
And how loud to blast your radio
And now, a word from our sponsor
Hey yo, Red, I'm getting sick and tired of this
(What you getting sick and tired of, my brother?)
Yo, let me come out with one jam explaining what time it is
(What time is it, my brother?)
I said, I'm criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine, you can't find it
They are the audience, I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckers 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 fronting, just to say a little something
You suckers don't like me 'cause you're all about nothing
However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My on-and-run performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need style, I need to pull your card
All the bang-bangers, you're kissing other people's...
I write and produce myself just as fast
My hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
Attracting only women, got no time for little girls
'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 MCs 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 nine millimeter with pipe
You're a king, so who you dissing? I am a musician
Rapping on the mic like this to me is fine
'Cause if I really wanna battle, I will pull out a nine
You can see that Scott La Rock and I are mentally binded
In other words, we're both criminal minded
I took a rockwood day on my freestyle fix
Jamming to a tape Scott La Rock had mixed
I said to myself, "This tape sound funky"
Riding past a 116th Street junkie
Thought I took an E, but I was only assuming
Took another look and that butt was booming
Did a little trick on my freestyle fix
And I was right beside the girl, she was all on the tip
Said, "Hi, DJ KRS"
She kissed me on my neck, so I gave her a peck
She said, "I'm really in a hurry, so I cannot wait
If you give me a lift while we ride, we'll debate"
She jumped on my bike, I said, "Huh, what's your stop?"
She said, "Right around the corner to the crack spot
If you buy me a crack, I'll know how to act
But if you don't, you might as well step back"
I said, "Now how the hell we jump off to this?
I'm doing you a favor, I'm giving you a lift"
She said, "KRS, you know how it go"
I said, "Yeah, you little... it seems that you're a ho"
I did a little trick on my freestyle fix
And she was right on the ground looking after it
Because the girlies is free 'cause the crack costs money, oh yeah
I said, the girlies is free 'cause the crack costs money, oh yeah
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
I came with Scott La Rock to express one thing
I am a teacher and others are kings
If that's a title they earned, well, it's well deserved
But without a crown, see, I still burn
You settle for a pebble, not a stone like a rebel
KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder
You want a fresh style? Let me show ya
Now way back in the days when hip-hop began
With Coke La Rock, Kool Herc and them, bam
B-Boys ran to the latest jam
But when it got shot up, they went home and said, "Damn"
There's got to be a better way to hear our music everyday
B-Boys getting blown away, but coming outside anyway
They tried again outside and see the park
Power from a streetlight made the place dark
But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out
I know a few understand what I'm talking about
Remember Bronx River, rolling thick with Kool DJ Red Alert