(Yo man, these people around in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what I'm sayin? Down 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 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 kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin' Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow on, but no description was Given)
Now you just heard, people, was a little kickin But let me tell you while the clock is still tickin This is the warning, as the caution Do not attempt to dis 'cause soften Just like a pillow, or yet a mattress You can't match this or attack this I'm telling you, write 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 on stage is the name, 22 is the age Those who battle, I know who you are You got a girl, you drive a little car You come into the place that look on your face you ran the mile, you lost the race So assume you're when you step in the room I'll be the and you'll be the broom I'll ride you, you into the concrete I'll you to a funky beat So do we have here? A sucka in I your heart Put it way up on the At ten you're At you suck At you're a sucker At mothafucka At six slapped At five you're just At you're lost 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 on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you Sayin?)
I understand that music the savage beast But keep in mind that I compose my music by piece First a bass, a A little cut there I add my name And the becomes fresh I ask Moe and ICU for their Layin' down a power play all the are tought One again, the tactics of arts We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we were from the start We're known as Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you us a chance We're off and of course all ya suckas are lost You wanna hear a rhyme? You've come to the source Because I'm the type of guy not put up on a pedestal Run my rhyme on time and on One another, another to the next Can't when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex your 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 come up with a number, notebook, or It just doesn't matter, you can still get I'm bringin' back ol' New York rap That gets you jacked while hands still clap funny Just dissin' you I can make But tippin' My is simple 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 flowing and flowing Just a river, or better yet a stream I'm proud to be down with the team So don't in your life even think about an arguement Cuz get walked on like carpet pick you up, and dust you off Stamp BDP on you're and you're off But you won't even change to say instead I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my So just before you that ass kicking I suggest you wake up cuz ya slippin' (Yo! slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up
up I Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they know what I'm Saying? This other kid-I don't know his name is, but you know time It is. (WORD UP!) He's too (everybody). Slippin', and He do somethin', slippin'. Slippin'.)