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Indeed truly we are the mighty B.D.P. posse
This is our 4th and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah

On the of steel, is Kenny Parker
As we say, he get no darker
All about action, not a fast
All the whick sucker DJ's

try much harder
My man Willie Willie D
Taggin' up B.D.P. a fat marker
And this is what's on charter

Ha hah hah
All the ladies in the place throw your up in the air
B.D.P. rockin' without no
So Kenny Parker if you know time it is
Throw the funky fresh in like this

C'mon, ha hah
Well it's me, with B.D.P.
KRS-One any party
Rocks the and the breaks
the socks off the frauds and the fakes

The suckers shake while I'm
They get together and they debatin'
How can we him out one time?
So they push up the best with the rhyme

I go first and he'll go second
I'll wreck him, him, say to him, "Just checkin' the mic"
fresh styles I like
So up your hands and drop your mic

'Cause I'll go third and he'll go
By the you're dissed 'cause you lost
Six is your beat down, your is seven
out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth well I'll go for self, rockin' New York no one else

You can check any rapper from
A few have rocked their career straight
Some had dope twelve inches, 'em
But not many had slammin' albums

B.D.P. rocks consistently from Criminal to 1990
Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint, the pays me
So you can call me a public
Not a King but a teacher, believe I earned it

So I just or ride my bike
If I walk to a jam, I'll rock the mic
Gimme a chance and rock the house
But don't let a try to take me out

'Cause male or female, I strangle
If it's a crew, have to untangle
Adidas, Nike's, arms,
Turntables in the wheel of my bike

Step right up if that's what you
But watch your head 'cause it'll fly like a
In the at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I

My style is
you're sellin' out to white
As your fagot DJ say
"Well alright"

I am your
Victory is mine, time you surrender
Sucker and just back up
Your style is but you persist to get me

Or out wit me with the style that I
Years ago when you was doin' a dollar show
Oh, all of a sudden you don't
Or can't remember, can't recall, bring to mind

That rhyme that do not chase
I run a a race of rhymes in your face
In you bass, I'll erase your whole rap
Tell you now, I ain't tryin' to hear that

I don't dress up to rap or keep a
I only grab the mic and holes in a crew
I deny your as artists
You're out a record expectin' to chart

But it's but when you speak through the microphone
You fail to realize nope, you're not on the earth
The light comes as K.R.S.
Intelligence and love manifest in the flesh

I the mic and shed light
Behave, still a 20th century slave
Headed for the grave in a
So save the miniature small talk and walk

And put a pep in your step
KRS-One will destroy any reputation
In the nation, in
Princes, Kings, or any occupation

Like with nuttin' to say
I crush those and throw 'em away
'Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd
Gather and splatter whatever

mystics
With poses
If you for Black
You're down for Guns 'N'

Yeah,
your hands in the sky
And 'em from side to side
And if you're in this life just by
say, "Alright, alright"

DJ Parker takin' out these sucker DJ's
My man D, never in a daze, ha hah
We got in the house
We got, in the house
We got Ms. Melodie rockin' the
My man D-Nice, hit it