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[Ms.
Extra extra, all about it!
rhymes, have been doubted
Suckers up, and got MURDERED!!

Pump pom pom POING!
Yo, this goes out, to Bush
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick,
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Margaret
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick,
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick...
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick,
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... De
Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick,

It feels good to the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is and he's black
Recitin poetry, beautifully
Demonstrated by the never faded facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can it
The styles they're doing, is my old record
bought my album, for $8.99
Studied the style, then wrote they own
I don't mind I'm here to show
The lost MC's way to go
So here's my rep, to those that
And didn't get the first in depth
I am the manifestation of
NOT, the manifestation of
Therefore I advance thought
Not what's and bought
Concentration, and
Goes into every song
The first and second rocked you
Third album made you and got through
Didn't you think I
Number three, for the dance crew
But it gave me a to see
Who was REALLY with BDP
I set the warm milk, in the
And the snakes out the grass
They don't realize I'm not
Nor by space and time
I am a rebel, an
of the black man Noah
Radio DJ's, all
Constantly me how they are down
To Africa and unite black
Yet fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?_
It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I get loose
And the truth
Many MC's can only rock the
But I rock a few with my brother
>From twenty-thousand to ten I'm
culture is what I'm arousin
In consciousness, soul and body
Pay attention while I rock the
Cause now I'm gonna ya how the East Coast rocks
sucker MC's out the box
Rockin the dreadlocks and the
I these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop
The new hip-hop, and get
Scott La, Scott La, La, Scott LaRock
Spins in heaven, while the I rock
adopt, the styles I drop
They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no
So wanna go pop
the charts up and down like suckers
Totally their sisters and brothers
They're the ones to say you're one
Not chart position, so up the drum and hum
Sing along, it's a poetry
Mathematically applied, no
I'm fresh and dope and and wicked
get your ticket, straight to the jam I'll rip it
Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, Parker on the mix!

K]
Yes yes I'm K
On New York's Two on WBDP
This is the new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions
And it's off the LP
Wanna send a out to the BDP Posse
Of to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square
And my man Fish, Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D
And of me... seeya!