Alright move back from the ropes If you don't move We're gonna this music off And my word, move back
Word is let's get this shit goin' Word up, the Funk Doc in the house Say yeah, hell yeah 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 Angie you don't stop With the hah haha ha hah
It's the Butter Pecan Rican deletin' Other radio jocks that they competin' They pre-sweetened candy, I'm hot like pepper Big up to but my name is Angie
Martinez, what a microphone fiend is Steppin' up lovely with my, Through speakers, representin' Boriquas and all rhyme seekers
You may think I'm crazy right but I'm hype Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie the mic I it right tonight, not the hardest But peep the of this Puerto Rican Goddess
Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the back up off the ropes, man, word up Yo get the off the ropes Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the
It's been a long but we made it, you waited You gettin' frustrated 'cause these in trainin' on the mic for a royalty save it Pullin' down rap so that others can't it
They can't fake it in front of KRS naked That 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 it's medical All your wreckin' and rapin' is theoretical Redman, you you must 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 Angie the ultimate One two hah and you don't It's Funk Doc weed and don't smoke crack
Hahaha, hah and you quit and you don't quit I rock jams like, Samsonites with Stage two system and flood the lights
The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off like Reggie Reg is rockin' on the Hahh, huh, the ooh-child too peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill
Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my spot be touched No time for the Pauline jack, hit the Shotgun what? It's the exalted Ruler of the Buddha, the make my pockets
out like a tumor, for the consumers I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the To make you sooner, certified lunatic My click run deeper Charlie Tuna
Kahunas, raw for the able key All over the hood like them Crooked I Bang maneuvers, Jerz to Vancouver Back to the Bronx with heartbeats looped up
I Blastmast Kris, funk abyss 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 tell them to get off his