(Yo man, these people here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what I'm sayin? Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what Happened? He on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ Red Alert- we (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin' Yo dough, up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was Given)
Now you just heard, people, was a little kickin But let me tell you this while the clock is tickin This is the warning, as the caution Do not to dis 'cause you'll soften like a pillow, or better yet a mattress You can't match style or attack this While I'm telling you, on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and bury you Deep in the dirt, or sand with a No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, muffle Total domination on is the name, 22 is the age Those who wanna battle, I who you are You got a girl, you drive a little car You come into the place that look on your face Before you ran the mile, you lost the So assume you're doomed you step in the room I'll be the witch and you'll be the ride you, guide you into the concrete I'll you to a funky beat So do we have here? A in fear I your heart Put it way up on the At ten you're At you suck At eight you're a At mothafucka At six slapped At you're just wacked At four you're At three, you're just At two an ass At one, a dick But before you slip, I'll 'Cause homeboy, ya
(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, D And I'll slip on, everybody-I on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you Sayin?)
I understand that calms the savage beast But keep in that I compose my music piece by piece First a bass, a A cut over there I add my name And the shit becomes I ask Moe and ICU for thoughts down a power play all the suckas are tought One again, the tactics of arts We're gettin' to the end 'cause we were down from the start We're known as Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a We're off and of course all ya suckas are lost You wanna hear a rhyme? You've come to the source I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal Run my rhyme on and on schedule One another, another to the next Can't rhyme when tense, or your muscles won't flex Check your It may get havin' sex Or may get bustin' as a liar These are the I teach so be tought To me you're kinda short, how many battles you fought? If you up with a number, notebook, or list It just doesn't matter, you can get dissed I'm bringin' that ol' New York rap That gets you while you're hands still clap funny Just dissin' you I can make But tippin' My message is Ya' slippin
(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we all the way to the top Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, large, I'm Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. slippin')
E-N-O, When you go through albums, you're sure to say Goddam! They all seem to sound you hear the crew standin' over in the light Showing, glowing, on the top The lyrics flowing and flowing and just flowing Just like a river, or better yet a I'm proud to be with the winning team So don't ever in life even think about an arguement Cuz get walked on like carpet We'll pick you up, and you off BDP on you're head and you're off But you won't change that to say instead I'm cuz I got a BDP on my head So just before you inherit ass kicking I suggest you wake up cuz ya slippin' (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, slippin'-word up
up I Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, Man. Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm Saying? other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know time It is. (WORD UP!) He's too (everybody). Slippin', and He do somethin', slippin'. Slippin'.)