Elementary
Boogie Down Productions was originally composed of KRS-One, D-Nice, and DJ … Read Full Bio ↴Boogie Down Productions was originally composed of KRS-One, D-Nice, and DJ Scott La Rock. The latter was murdered on August 27, 1987, after the release of BDP's debut album Criminal Minded. The name of the group, "Boogie Down", derives from the alternative name for The Bronx section of New York City.

While Criminal Minded was basically about sex and crime, BDP radically changed after Scott's death, becoming the most popular conscious rap group besides Public Enemy. Boogie Down Productions pioneered the fusion of Raggamuffin and hip hop music.

The membership of BDP changed continuously throughout its existence, the only constant being KRS-One. BDP members and collaborators included Kenny Parker (KRS' brother), Run, Keith Murray, McBoo, Ms. Melodie, Scottie Morris, Willie D., Robocop, Harmony, DJ Red Alert, DJ Jazzy Jay Kramer, D-Square, Rebekah, and Sidney Mills. BDP as group essentially ended because KRS-One began recording and performing under his own name, rather than the group name.

Albums
Criminal Minded (1987)
By All Means Necessary (1988; RIAA Certification: Gold)
Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop (1989; RIAA Certification: Gold)
Edutainment (1990; RIAA Certification: Gold)
Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Sex and Violence (1992)

Remix albums
Man & His Music (Remixes from Around the World) (1987)

Live albums
Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)

Compilations
Word (with Ms. Melodie) (1992)
A Retrospective (2000)
Best of B-Boy Records (2001)
Blast Master Tapes: Best of the B-Boy Sessions (2006)
South Bronx Teachings: A Collection of Boogie Down Productions (2011)
The Essential KRS-One and Boogie Down Productions (2014)

Singles

From Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop:
1989: "Why Is That"

From Edutainment:
1990: "Love's Gonna Getcha"

From Sex and Violence:
1992: "Duck Down"
1992: "13 & Good"
1992: "We in There"




Elementary
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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

HaineKen

I

hear the same old rhyme, the same old style
The same old runner has ran the mile
See, I don't know exactly what you know
But what I know is that stuff gotta go
Usually when I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night
I like to talk about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen
Everything I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it
Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak
My words are comprehended every time I speak
Or have spoken, no I'm not jokin
Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken
Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken
I get tipsy
But never in your life try to dis me
Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of what I just sung
You spell my name "KRS-One"
It's elementary
Elementary
DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One
Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run
From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
I have arrived for the purpose of joy
Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my services and launch an attack
On you fake educators with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me
I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, many people love me
Some are far below me
And you know there's some above me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story
All you fake MC's on a mission, you bore me
I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic
Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight
Cos there's no other creative composition on display
That give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will decay
While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix just for kicks
And you'll be on our tip
And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course
You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!)
x8
Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol
We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
You have arrived to make up for unemployment
You're on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick
Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em
But gettin into battles really isn't my thing
You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't mention me
It's only elementary
Elementary
All it really is to me and Scott La Rock... is elementary
Elementary
Elementary



Your_Alfaaz

I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style
The same old runner has ran the mile
See, I don't know exactly what you know
But what I know is that stuff gotta go
Usually when I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night
I like to talk about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen
Everything I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it
Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak
My words are comprehended every time I speak
Or have spoken, no I'm not jokin
Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken
Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken
I get tipsy
But never in your life try to dis me
Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of what I just sung
You spell my name "KRS-One"
It's elementary

Elementary

DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One
Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run
From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
I have arrived for the purpose of joy
Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my services and launch an attack
On you fake educators with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me
I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, many people love me
Some are far below me
And you know there's some above me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story
All you fake MC's on a mission, you bore me
I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic
Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight
Cos there's no other creative composition on display
That give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will decay
While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix just for kicks
And you'll be on our tip
And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course
You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!)

x8

Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol
We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
You have arrived to make up for unemployment
You're on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick
Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em
But gettin into battles really isn't my thing
You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't mention me
It's only elementary

Elementary
All it really is to me and Scott La Rock... is elementary

Elementary



All comments from YouTube:

jan conner

One of the most technically perfect examples of Hip Hop

Watson Holmes

Facts upon facts my brother

Darin Cunningham

Agreed

Mike Hinschen

So much energy in this classic joint...😎😎😎

Do 7he Math

Steroids!!!!

Black Riflemen's Organization

Pure hip hop! Legit lyrical ability, clarity, metaphors, if rap was in the olympics, you're listening to a gold medal performance...

ana mcclain

Criminal Minded and Paid in full these two albums had every rapper who thought he/she could rap or wanted to rap changed the game you had to go back to the lab and develope a new formula FACTS

OJ’s Bloody Glove

“I don’t battle with rhymes, I battle with guns”

If Scott La Rock wasn’t killed KRS would have never gone through his ‘stop the violence’ movement and would have probably been the first gangsta rapper to come out of New York. He would have let his 9mm go bang for sure.

James Mcclain

After hearing this rhyme how can people even listen to mumble rap and think it is fire? Youngins need to really go back and study the craft!!!

CMD Boxing Reports

It's 2018 and this jam still goes hard!!!!

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