Verse One: KRS One

Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson

Class is in session so you can stop guessin

If this is a tape or a written down memo

See I am a professional this is not a demo

In fact call it a lecture a visual picture

Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture

Listen I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin

Maybe you should touch reality stop wishin

For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste

If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest

I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it

It takes concentration for fresh communication

Observation, that is to see without speaking

Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin

a class, or rather school, cause you need schooling

I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling

This is an introduction to poetry

A small dedication to those that might know of me

They might know of you and maybe your gang

But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang

Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow

Say something now ... thought so

You seem to be the type that only understand

The annihilation and destruction of the next man

That's not poetry, that is insanity

It's simply fantasy far from reality

Poetry is the language of imagination

Poetry is a form of positive creation

Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it

Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it

Verse Two: KRS-One

Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop

The beat may drop but not like all the others

They just cover while I just smother

Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha

KRS-One will have to show another

MC or self-proclaimed king or qu