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

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

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

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

Martinez, what a microphone fiend is
up lovely with my, Adidas
Through speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all hip-hop seekers

You may I'm crazy right but I'm crazy hype
Slay this y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the
But peep the of this 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, again the selector

It's been a long but we made it, you waited
You frustrated 'cause these MC's in trainin'
Skills on the mic for a royalty it
Pullin' down rap so others can't make it

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

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

Angie, with the one BDP
right now at Hit Factory

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

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

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off like
Reggie Reg is rockin' on the
Hahh, huh, the too chill
peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill

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

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

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

I Blastmast like Kris, abyss
Like a chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist
Sike, I can afford it, less I
Three platinum niggaz and of 'em prerecorded

KRS-One need to be for office
So Butter Pecan Rican tell to get off his