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Alright everybody move back the ropes
If you don't back
We're gonna turn this off
And my word, move back

Word is bond let's get this shit
Word up, it's the Doc in the house
Say hell yeah, hell
Say fuck yeah, yeah

Word up, it's the Funk Doc you don't stop
my man KRS you don't stop
It's the girl Angie you stop
With the hah ha haha hah

It's the Pecan Rican speakin' deletin'
Other radio jocks that think they
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 your speakers,
Boriquas and all rhyme seekers

You may think I'm crazy right but I'm crazy
Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the
But peep the style of this Rican Goddess

yo yo yo, stop the music
Aiyyo up off the ropes, man, word up
Yo get from the off the
Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the

It's been a long time but we it, you waited
You gettin' 'cause these MC's in trainin'
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' down rap so that can't make it

They can't fake it in front of KRS naked
That same old MC I'm here to break it
The highly conceptional
Hot in so I guess I'm flexible

Rap relieve stress so yes I it's medical
All your wreckin' and is still theoretical
Redman, you know you must
Redman, you know you to understand

Angie, rockin' the one BDP
Representin' right now at Hit

One two hah and you quit
Kris and Angie with the ultimate
One two hah and you don't
It's Funk Doc weed and don't smoke crack

Hahaha, hah and you don't
Hoohahhahah and you quit
I jams like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two boomin' system and flood the

The lyrical, fo'-fo's off like suppose
Reggie Reg is on the radio
Hahh, huh, the ooh-child too
Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru

Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my spot can't be
No time for the jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun what? It's the high
of the Buddha, the cash make my pockets

Stick out a tumor, for the consumers
I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the
To make you sooner, certified lunatic
My run deeper than Charlie Tuna

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All over the hood like them Crooked I
maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the with heartbeats ample looped up

I Blastmast like Kris, funk
a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist
Sike, I can afford it, I slaughtered
Three platinum and none of 'em prerecorded

KRS-One need to be runnin' for
So Butter Pecan Rican them to get off his