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Easssssssssy
It's impossible to take out Down Productions

Yes mi say

Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the
Come mi say come to the t'cha to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the

Me bus' upon the scene around
A few hit records got me started real
I the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, eat pork or
in a battle yes my brain starts clickin
Just like the gears of a watch,
I never time cause the rhyme is all digital
For like you, I turn the power up to critical
On every playlist, waxin anus
Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE
every time you subtract an emcee
People look at me, a
Teachin like you about the I.C.U
And the KRS-One, sounds like
Very psychologicalwhy are you on the
Well, my is sudden
Takin me out, is closer to impossible
You could try your
But I don't think it's logical
This is yes the DJ writer Kris
God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the

Come to the t'cha, mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Come mi say to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the come to the t'cha

Push up ya han-ds, if you out here PAID
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you out gettin PA-AI-ID
Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be
Boogie Productions at the head of the raid
Always brighter while the suckers will fade
Life is very serious, not an arcade
So you're hearing, KRS has made
MC's grab the microphone but don't know to say
So DJ KRS has come to dem the way
I call you females by your name, not "Hey!"
Cause "Hey" will make a real woman turn away, GWAN
the woman is the freak of the yearrrr
Well then you know KRS don't carrrre
the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by
And then you know that KRS carrrre
You always call a freak, by the garment they
Instead of it clothes they always callin it gear
Big to make the next man stare
to the man with jheri curls in him hair
Always puffin cheeba a forty of beer
But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare,
up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO
Hold up ya han-ds, if you do
The that I'm sayin, without no delayin
Is Blastmaster KRS-One, just
It's really easy for me, to do a style like this
It's kinda primitive, so don't miss
The way I do on the microphone, cause I was never shown
My mother wasn't into at the Home
No one out can
And not another DJ rocks this type of
mi say

Come to the t'cha, come mi say to the t'cha
mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the
Come mi say to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha

Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya
Boogie Productions make the lyrics just flow
With M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Moe
We'll up any MC in a ribbon or a bow
People pictures of me everywhere I go
Take out three and call it Tic-Tac-Toe

ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum,
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum,
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum,
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, mi say

Come to the t'cha, come mi say to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha to the t'cha
Come mi say to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha to the t'cha