KRS-ONE Fills Out Comment Card @ Taco Bell

[el capitan pwnage]

Now, now listen: this beef thing? This beef thing I ordered right here? Yo, listen, this... this is not a taco. This is not a taco. This is not a taco. Okay? No way is this a taco. But, hey: don't misunderstand me. Don't misquote me. I love Taco Bell, I think Taco Bell is doing some great -- some really great stuff at the moment, I think they're the man, they're at the top of their game, I mean, you can't -- you can't go more than like a few blocks in LA or, or anywhere really without seeing a Taco Bell. They're awesome, okay? But that's not what I'm saying.

Taco-making is all about taking tools of society and of the government and flipping them, flipping them to make something real, something delicious and crunchy. I seen kids making tacos on engine blocks, great tacos, seen one dude I know in Queens, he always making tacos with a hair dryer, using dead chipmunks and rats, wrapping that shit in cardboard, and, and yo -- you know, it's never gonna hit the charts, it’s never gonna sell a million, but they care about Tacos and they will confront someone who is making a Gordita, right? They make hard tacos, crunchy tacos. They respect the Mexican food and they're doing the knowledge, trying to get paid. They're making the real shit, you know, after eating some of my tacos, some of my Blastmaster tacos, and they're true to what the art form and the culture is.

And so, when I hear shit like, "Oh yo, KRS, that's cool, but how many tacos these kids selling?" you know, I just get pissed. What does that shit have to do with anything? For real, when did commercial success become a part of the equation? When did that fucking happen? When did people give a fuck about that? About how many tacos you selling? When did it become this fucking numbers game? This shit ain't algebra, this ain't fucking taco calculus of taco business. Ain't no fucking calculator with a big ass chalupa button. If you have a taco calculator with a taco button then you are not fucking making a taco and that is a gay calculator that is fake and bad.

Now, I say these things because I love tacos. I love tacos. I represent tacos and I am the voice of tacos. Everyone knows that, everyone knows that the Blastmaster, the Teacher, has been making tacos for decades, back when Taco Bell wasn't around, when Del Taco wasn't around, when everyone was just, everyone was just -- let me finish -- when everyone was just making tacos at house parties and in secret caverns and laser drawers and the CIA hadn't even heard about tacos. You know, I am tacos. I am a big taco. I am a taco. I am a giant talking taco. Tacos aren't just a culture, they're who you are, and I am the only real taco out there. Everyone else is a bitch, and I am a taco. I am a taco. I am a taco. So yo, you ask me how this fake beef taco is, I tell you, it ain't me. It ain't me. If something isn't me, then it is a fake taco. I am a taco.

Oh and hey yo, almost forgot -- fuck the Fire Sauce packets. Fuck that. Fuck that government agent Fire Sauce infiltration shit. They are a part of COINTELPRO and they are spying on us and to my people, if you eat these fucking things, you are no longer black. You aren't black if you eat Fire Sauce. Black people reject fire sauce and the lies and hate of Bush's war. Fire sauce! Fuck. Now.... Now. Look. I am all about peace -- I am Spiritually Minded -- but that shit bitch Fire Sauce betrays us and betrays our culture. It betrays us and betrays our tacos. It betrays our tacos. It betrays our tacos. It betrays our tacos. It -- it betrays our tacos. You want a fucking spicy taco? You want spicy? Then get some Tapatio, motherfucker. Fire sauce! Motherfuck that fakeass sauce. Free H Rap Brown from his Supermax. I'm a taco. I'm done. Peace.

[Cheeky]

Tacos are fattening and clog your arteries /end of

[T.c.a.]

KRS is from da streetz, he dun be carin bout fukt up body parts y0

[BRR]

Rap legend KRS-One suffered a fractured right hand at the hands of an angry fan, during a recent performance at a New Haven, CT nightclub. The fan, who became upset after being escorted off stage by the club’s security staff, threw a taco in the direction of the stage, striking KRS-One in the face and hand.

Despite the fan’s hostility, KRS-One remained calm as he urged the crowd to "Let it go." "Let it go. When negativity comes your way, let it go," said the rapper, who was rushed to to Yale-New Haven hospital in an ambulance.

The legendary rapper was treated for a fractured hand and dehydration, after his right hand swelled up and became painful during the last 15 minutes of his set, at the Toad’s Place nightclub.

"Let this be an example as to how we stop the violence," KRS-One said.

During his stay at the hospital, KRS-One was urged to postpone all previously scheduled appearances until he rehydrates and his fractured hand heals.

Despite his request to not charge the fan for the incident, the KRS-One’s management team and the staff of the nightclub advised him to have the fan arrested for legal purposes related to the postponements.

KRS-One’s New Haven performance was one of a string of appearances the rapper made during multi-city tour in support of his Stop the Violence Movement.

The outing, which includes stops in some of the nation’s roughest neighborhoods, is geared toward promoting KRS-One’s message of nonviolence.

Prior to coming to New Haven, the rapper visited Crane High School in Chicago, as well as released his "Self-Construction" single on the city’s Hot 92.3 radio station.

A press conference promoting peace was also held as KRS-One appeared with Illinois State Representative John Fritchey.

The rapper expressed his disappointment as he apologized to fans for missing the dates