Alright everybody move back the ropes If you don't back We're gonna turn this off And that's my word, move
Word is bond get this shit goin' Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the Say hell yeah, yeah Say fuck yeah, fuck
Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't my man KRS you don't stop It's the Angie you don't stop With the hah haha ha hah
It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin' Other radio jocks that think competin' They pre-sweetened like candy, I'm hot pepper Big up to Sandy but my name is
Martinez, a true microphone fiend is Steppin' up lovely with my, Through speakers, representin' and all hip-hop rhyme seekers
You may think I'm crazy but I'm crazy hype Slay this y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic I it right tonight, not the hardest But peep the style of this Puerto Rican
yo yo yo, stop the music Aiyyo up off the ropes, man, word up Yo get from the off the Now yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector
It's been a long time but we made it, you You frustrated 'cause these MC's in trainin' on the mic for a royalty save it Pullin' down rap so that can't make it
can't fake it in front of KRS they naked That same old MC I'm here to break it The highly conceptional Hot in ninety-seven so I I'm flexible
Rap stress so yes I guess it's medical All your wreckin' and rapin' is still Redman, you know you must Redman, you know you to understand
Angie, rockin' the one BDP right now at Hit Factory
One two hah and you don't It's Kris and Angie the ultimate One two hah and you don't It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't crack
Hahaha, hah and you don't Hoohahhahah and you don't I jams like, Samsonites with mics Stage two system and flood the lights
The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off like Reg is rockin' on the radio Hahh, huh, the ooh-child too peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill
Raise 'em up 'cause I my spot can't be touched No time for the jack, hit the clutch what? It's the high exalted Ruler of the Buddha, the cash make my
out like a tumor, for the consumers I get with La Pluma, detonate the bomb To make you hibernate sooner, lunatic My click run than Charlie Tuna
Kahunas, raw for the key movers All over the like them Crooked I coolers Bang maneuvers, Jerz to Vancouver to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up
I Blastmast like Kris, funk Like a phone chauvenist a Roley on the wrist Sike, I can it, less I slaughtered Three platinum and none of 'em prerecorded
KRS-One need to be runnin' for So Butter Pecan Rican tell to get off his