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