I've got a mule, and her name is Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
She's a good ol' worker an' a good ol' pal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
We've hauled some barges in our day,
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay,
And we know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo.
Low bridge, everybody down!
Low bridge, for we're comin' through a town!
And you'll always know your neighbor,
You'll always know your pal,
If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal.
We'd better look around for a job, ol' gal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal!
'Cause you bet your life I'd never part with Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal!
Git up there, mule, here comes a lock,
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock,
One more trip and back we'll go

Extra extra, read all about it!
KRS-One's rhymes, have been doubted
Suckers stepped up, and got MURDERED!!
Pump pump pom pom POING!
Yo, this goes out, to George Bush
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Margaret Thatcher
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Bensonhurst
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... De Klerk
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is here and he's black
Recitin poetry, beautifully articulated
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're doing, is from my old record
They bought my album, for $8.99
Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
I don't mind because I'm here to show
The lost MC's which way to go
So here's my rep, to those that slept
And didn't get the first concept in depth
I am the manifestation of study
NOT, the manifestation of money
Therefore I advance through thought
Not what's manufactured and bought
Concentration, and calculation
Goes into every song creation
The first and second album rocked you
Third album made you think and got through
Didn't you think I knew?
Number three, wasn't for the dance crew
But it gave me a chance to see
Who was REALLY down with BDP
I set the warm milk, in the glass
And the snakes came out the grass
They don't realize I'm not confined
Nor trapped by space and time
I am a rebel, an overthrower
Descendant of the black man Noah
Radio DJ's, all around
Constantly tell me how they are down
To uplift Africa and unite black
Yet they fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?_
It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I just get loose
And demonstrate the truth
Many MC's can only rock the many
But I rock a few with my brother Kenny
>From twenty-thousand to ten I'm housin
African culture is what I'm arousin
In your consciousness, soul and body
Pay attention while I rock the party
Cause now I'm gonna show ya how the East Coast rocks
Bumpin sucker MC's out the box
Rockin the dreadlocks and the flattops
I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop
The new hip-hop, and get props
Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott LaRock
Spins in heaven, while the earth I rock
MC's adopt, the styles I drop
They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no direction
So they wanna go pop
Chasin the charts up and down like suckers
Totally ignoring their sisters and brothers
They're the ones to say you're number one
Not chart position, so pick up the drum and hum
Sing along, it's a poetry session
Mathematically applied, no guessin
I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked
get your ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it
Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, Kenny Parker on the mix!
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions
And it's off the Edutainment LP
Wanna send a shout out to the BDP Posse
Of course to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square
And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D

Let's get lost in an original sound
I heard a band that was better
Than the last one around
So take my time, my line, my beat down
I serve a God that doesn't judge me
By a new sound
Okay, honestly, it's coming too easy
I'm making' up an old used verse, chorus, key
This has not been done before
This hasn't been done before
That's it, get down, we're lookin' for
Some new ground
Gotta break through with a breaekthrough
New sound
And that won't happen 'cause it's
Time to get down
Here's the tune, where's the truth
Inside, we found
It's almost, it's almost, it's almost, it's almost
It's almost over and I haven't said a word yet
That hasn't been done before
This hasn't been done before
Breakdown
Gotta have a breakdown
Build it up
Back to the verse and
It's alright to write a song that
Sounds like everyone else's song so
Let's get lost in an original sound
I heard a band that was better
Than the last one around
This hasn't been done before

We were forty miles from Albany,
Forget it I never shall.
What a terrible storm we had one night
On the E-ri-e Canal.
Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin',
And the gin was a-getting' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo,
Till we get to Buffalo.
Well, the barge was full of barley,
And the crew was full of rye;
The captain he looked down on me
With a dag-gone wicked eye.
Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin',
And the gin was a-getting' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo,
Till we get to Buffalo.
Well, the captain he stood up on deck
With a spyglass in his hand,
And the fog it was so doggone thick
That he couldn't spy the land.
Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin',
And the gin was a-getting' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo,
Till we get to Buffalo.
Now two days out from Syracuse
The vessel struck a shoal.
We'd like to all be foundered on
A chunk of Lackawanna coal.
Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin',
And the gin was a-getting' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo,
Till we get to Buffalo.
The cook she was a grand old gal,
She wore a raggedy dress;
We heisted her upon the pole
As a signal of distress.
Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin',
And the gin was a-getting' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo,
Till we get to Buffalo.
Now the captain he got married,
The cook she went to jail,
And I'm the only son of a sea cook
Left to tell the tale.
Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin',
And the gin was a-getting' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo,

We were forty miles from albany,
forget it, i never shall!
what a terrible storm we had one night
on the e-ri-e canal.
Chorus:
oh, the e-ri-e was a-rising,
and gin was getting low,
and i scarcely think
we're gonna get a little drink
till we get to buffalo-o-o,
till we get to buffalo.
We were loaded down with barley,
we were loaded down with rye,
and the captain, he looked at me
with a gol-durn wicked eye.
Chorus
The captain he come up on deck
with a spyglass in his hand
but the fog it was so tarn-ol' thick
that he couldn't spy the land
Chorus
The cook she was a grand ol' gal,
she had a ragged dress.
and we hoisted her upon a pole
as a signal of distress.
Chorus
Well, the captain, he got married,
and the cook, she went to jail;
and i'm the only son-of-a-gun