(Yo man, these around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you what Happened? He on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this 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 what you just heard, people, was a little But let me tell you this while the clock is tickin This is the warning, as the caution Do not attempt to dis 'cause soften Just a pillow, or better yet a mattress You match this style or attack this While I'm telling you, on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll you Deep in the dirt, or sand with a No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, muffle domination on stage is the name, 22 is the age Those who wanna battle, I who you are You got a little girl, you a little car You come into the place with look on your face Before you ran the mile, you the race So assume doomed when you step in the room I'll be the witch and you'll be the I'll ride you, guide you the concrete I'll slide you to a beat So do we have here? A sucka in I your heart Put it way up on the At ten you're At nine you At eight a sucker At mothafucka At six slapped At five you're wacked At you're lost At three, you're soft At two an ass At one, a dick But you slip, I'll whip 'Cause homeboy, ya
(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A time, ya see me slip on, crop D And I'll slip on, slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you Sayin?)
I understand that music calms the savage But keep in mind I compose my music piece by piece First a bass, a A cut over there I add my K-R-S And the shit fresh I ask Moe and ICU for their Layin' down a power all the suckas are tought One again, the tactics of original We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we were down from the known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you us a chance We're goin' off and of course all ya are lost You hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source Because I'm the of guy who's not put up on a pedestal Run my rhyme on time and on One after another, to the next Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your won't flex Check your It may get havin' sex Or may get bustin' as a liar These are the things I so be tought To me you're kinda short, how many have you fought? If you up with a number, notebook, or list It just doesn't matter, you can still get I'm back that ol' New York rap That gets you jacked while hands still clap funny Just you I can make money But noone's My message is Ya' slippin
(They spippin', but we goin' 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 other albums, you're sure to say Goddam! They all seem to sound Till you hear the crew standin' in the light Showing, glowing, on the top The lyrics keep flowing and and just flowing Just like a river, or better yet a I'm proud to be down with the winning So don't ever in life even think about an arguement Cuz you'll get walked on like We'll pick you up, and you off Stamp BDP on you're head and off But you even change that to say instead I'm cuz I got a BDP on my head So just before you that ass kicking I suggest you right up cuz ya slippin' (Yo! slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up
up I Don't no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know I'm Saying? This other kid-I don't what his name is, but you know What It is. (WORD UP!) slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and He do somethin', slippin'. Slippin'.)