(Yo man, these people around in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what I'm sayin? Boogie Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what Happened? He slipped on us-he die. KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this About this the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin' Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no was Given)
Now what you just heard, people, was a kickin But let me tell you this while the clock is tickin This is the warning, known as the Do not attempt to dis 'cause soften Just like a pillow, or better yet a You match this style or attack this While I'm you, write on schedule Fuck with and I'll bury you in the dirt, or sand with a shovel No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, muffle domination on stage is the name, 22 is the age Those who battle, I know who you are You got a little girl, you drive a car You come into the place with look on your face you ran the mile, you lost the race So you're doomed when you step in the room I'll be the and you'll be the broom I'll ride you, you into the concrete slide you to a funky beat So do we have here? A in fear I snatched your Put it way up on the At ten fucked At nine you At eight a sucker At mothafucka At six slapped At you're just wacked At four you're At three, you're soft At two an ass At one, a dick But before you slip, whip homeboy, ya slippin'
(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A time, ya see me slip on, crop D And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? come back if I miss you Sayin?)
I understand that music calms the savage 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 Layin' a power play all the suckas are tought One again, the of original arts We're payed to the end 'cause we were down from the start We're known as Boogie 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 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 on time and on schedule One after another, another to the rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex Check larynx 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 doesn't matter, you can still get dissed I'm back that ol' New York rap That gets you jacked while hands still clap funny Just dissin' you I can make But noone's My message is Ya' slippin
(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we all the way to the top Man (word)-you what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. slippin')
E-N-O, When you go through other albums, 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 and flowing and just flowing Just like a river, or yet a stream I'm proud to be down with the winning So don't ever in your life think about an arguement Cuz get walked on like carpet We'll you up, and dust you off Stamp BDP on you're head and off But you won't even change to say instead I'm cuz I got a BDP on my head So before you inherit that ass kicking I suggest you wake up cuz ya slippin' (Yo! They slippin'-dough, slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up
up I Don't care no more, man, I'm out of the shell-dough, they Man. Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know What It is. (WORD UP!) He's too (everybody). Slippin', and He do somethin', slippin'. Slippin'.)