I LOVE this track  When the video dropped with this version, I was buggin' trying to find it

Da King & I | Flip Da Scrip (1992) Remix

Das EFX | Jussummen (1991)

Real G's | That's What She Thinks (1993) EXPLICIT

From the EPMD Rampage VLS, as ripped by CRDS for The Remix Files compilation. http://www.longislandrap.com/2014/06/epmd-remix-files.html

EPMD - I'm Mad (DJ Scratch Jazz Mix)

Big L | Fed Up Wit The Bullshit (1995)

(Erick Sermon)
When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
Dunk with the chunk, a funk with no airplay
Maybe at night, but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Like BBD, I was dope and far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre for Yo! MTV Raps
A show mainly for the Black
And still we can't ill, 'cause to them, that's wrong
'Cause like P.E. said, we're too Black and too strong
But hey, what can I say?
("Brothers and sisters") That's a price a rapper must pay, 'cause

(Parrish)
As airwaves collapse, rap shows at a standstill
Some waves short-circuit the frequencies, can't handle
The funk tracks produced by me and the E.D
That's the E-R-I-C-K S-E-R-M-O-N, G
And it's a fat chance that we'll ever win a Grammy
Unless we sell out, kill the Black movement dead
Which means to swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a Black president
And rap about a Black cracked-out mayor in our residence
Give me a break, brothers, time to take a stand
And kill that no, sir, yes, sir, and thank you, ma'am
'Cause the word if's a luxury a Black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we're still ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap will be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours, 'cause I'm going for mine
That's why I

Like BDP, why is that when wrong is done by the Black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked?
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt (Ow), the press gets pressed
Yo, but what about the Beatles, G, and Elvis Presley?
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence ("E-E-Enough, enough")
So ("Fight the power"), and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned
So if you want airplay
You can't be too Black and yo, watch what you say, but we

Yeah
Scratch in the house
Ebony Projects is in the house
Hit Squad's in the house
Brentwood's in the house
K-Solo's in the house
Redman's in the house
Puff Daddy's in the house
Red Zone's in the house
Kid Capri's in the house
Pete Rock's in the house

EPMD | Give The People (1990) Jeep Mix

13. Gangstarr Royalty

K-Solo - Letterman (Pete Rock Mix) (1992)

Who Got da Props (Kenny Dope remix) - Black Moon

Leaders Of The New School   The International Zone Coaster

Lyrics:


Yo! we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*)

[KRS-One]
The type of lyrical terrorism that I present
Educates people, at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin, "Damn, Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is not legit
You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit
Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong
Don't even think about battling with a song
You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff
You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed
With your ribcage crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my FUCKIN name
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

[KRS-One]
They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison
(You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given)
Who you kiddin?  You're only tryin to rock a party
You ain't really down to shoot nobody
So why you frontin?  Sayin from the cops you be runnin
In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel
In jail you ain't got respect
You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary
And the picture of your sister, mister
As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed
I'm just thinkin LONG range
People died so I can rhyme..
you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick
Plus you're on my dick
Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct
You know my FUCKIN name!
Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*)

This is the part where the ladies get ill (yeah, yeah)
This is the part where the fellas get ill (yeah, yeah)
This is the part where East Coast gets ill (yeah, yeah)
This is the part where the West Coast gets ill (yeah, yeah)

EPMD | Give The People (1990) Jeep Mix

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