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

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

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

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

Martinez, what a true microphone is
up lovely with my, Adidas
Through your speakers,
Boriquas and all hip-hop rhyme

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

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

It's been a time but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated 'cause MC's in trainin'
Skills on the mic for a royalty it
Pullin' down rap so that others make it

They fake it in front of KRS they naked
That same old MC trend I'm to break it
The conceptional multidirectional
Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm

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

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

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

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

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 Dru Hill

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

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

Kahunas, raw for the key movers
All the hood like them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample up

I Blastmast Kris, funk abyss
Like a 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 for office
So Butter Pecan Rican them to get off his