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Alright move back from the ropes
If you move back
We're gonna this music off
And my word, move back

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

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

It's the Butter Rican speakin' deletin'
Other radio that think they competin'
They pre-sweetened candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to but my name is Angie

Martinez, a true microphone fiend is
Steppin' up lovely my, Adidas
Through speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all hip-hop rhyme

You may think I'm crazy but I'm crazy hype
Slay this nice y'all, everytime grab the mic
I jams it tonight, not the hardest
But peep the style of Puerto 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 but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated these MC's in trainin'
Skills on the mic for a save it
Pullin' down rap so that others make it

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

Rap stress so yes I guess it's medical
All your and rapin' is still theoretical
Redman, you know you must
Redman, you know you gots to

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

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

Hahaha, hah and you quit
and you don't quit
I rock like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two boomin' system and the lights

The lyrical, lettin' off like suppose
Reg is rockin' on the radio
Hahh, huh, the too chill
Caps peeled, In My Bed like Dru Hill

Raise 'em up 'cause I my spot can't be touched
No time for the Pauline jack, hit the
Shotgun what? It's the exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash my pockets

out like a tumor, for the consumers
I get with La Pluma, detonate the bomb
To make you hibernate sooner, certified
My click run deeper than Charlie

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All over the like them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, from to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats looped up

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

need to be runnin' for office
So Butter Pecan Rican them to get off his