We In There Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Yeah.. ahh, back to that old shit!
For all you FAKE-ass teachers out there
Aiyyo Kris.. break this shit up!

[KRS-One]
The type of lyrical terrorism I present
Educates people, at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin, "Damn, Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is not legit
You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit
Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong
Don't even think about battling with a song
You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff
You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed
With your ribcage crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my FUCKIN name
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

[KRS-One]
They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison
(You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given)
Who you kiddin? You're only tryin to rock a party
You ain't really down to shoot nobody
So why you frontin? Sayin from the cops you be runnin
In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel
In jail you ain't got respect
You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary
And the picture of your sister, mister
As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed
I'm just thinkin LONG range
People died so I can rhyme..
you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick
Plus you're on my dick
Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct
You know my FUCKIN name!
Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*)

KRS.. Kenny Parker.. Willie D.. from Long Island
Heather B.. Ska-Danks..
D-Square.. Sidney Mills..
Ha-ohhhh.. go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!
Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!)
The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!

Blackman In Effect Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Wake up!
Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it.
It's time for the massive BDP crew at the top of the pile.

Yo. In the morning I'm yawning, at noon is when I wake up
Make up my bed break up the bread and said
Scratching my head, why am I so damn intimidating?
Is it because of laws designed to keep us waiting and waiting
Thus hating all forms of a setback
Get back, if you can't understand a rap act.
This is the language of the people ready to hear the crew
I've got no juice, 'cause I'm not getting juiced
To have juice means you kiss and lick a lot of booty
To have respect means you simply new or newly
Heard what I had to say and felt as though you'd say that too
I'm not down with a juice-crew
But anyway I say today the message I create is great
I don't preach hate, I simply get the record straight
It's not the fault of the black race that we are misplaced
We're robbin' and killin', your own medicine you taste
You built up a race on the concept of violence
Now in '90 you want silence
Well, I want science, not silence but science
Scientific fact about black
The board of education acts as if it's only reality
Is talking 'bout a Tom, Dick and Harry
So now you learn your black history is questions and answers
Every question but the Black Panthers
Timbuctoo existed when the caveman existed
Why then isn't this listed
Is this because the blackman is the original man
Or does it mean humanity is African
I don't know, but these sciences are hidden
For some strange reason it's forbidden
To talk about, or converse on a political outburst
I don't believe that I'm the first
Or should I say the first one, or the first one that's done
Music like I'm still number one
Music like that or this is the incredible uplift
Those that oppose get dissed
But who will oppose the teacher when society's a wreck
So check the blackman's in effect

Near the Tigris and Euphrates Valleys in Asia
Lies the Garden of Eden
Where Adam became a father to humanity
Now don't get mad at me
But according to facts, this seems just fantasy
Because man, the most ancient man
Was found thousands of years before Adam began
And where he was found, again they can't laugh at ya
It's right, dead, smack in Africa
But due to religious and political power
We must be denied the facts every hour
We run to school, tryin' to get straight A's
Let's take a trip way back in the days
To the first civilization on Earth, the Egyptians
Giving birth to science, mathematics and music
Religion, the list goes on, you choose it
Egypt was the land of spiritual blessing
Egypt was the land of facts, not guessing
People from all over the world had come
To learn from Egypt, Egypt number one
So people that believe in Greek philosophy
Know your facts, Egypt was the monopoly
Greeks had learned from Egyptian masters
You might say "Prove it", well here's the answers
640 to 322 b.C. originates Greek philosophy
But in that era Greece was at war
With themselves and Persia, what's more
Any philosopher at that time was a criminal
He'd be killed very simple
This indicates that Greece had no respect
For science or intellect
So how the hell you created philosophy
When you kill philosophers constantly
The point is that we descend from kings
Science, art and beautiful things
African history is the worlds history
This is the missing link and mystery
Once we realise they all are African
White will sit down with black and laugh again
So judge not least ye might be judged
By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged
Matthew seven, first verse doesn't budge
No man should walk the Earth and sludgez
if you don't believe, you can go and check
To see how and where the blackman's in effect

Gimme Dat (woy) Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
Right, right! (Woy)
Bring it (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
Now smooth it out (Woy, Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Alright, here we go (Woy, Woy)

Hi, hello, whassup, and what's happenin?
I am known as the teacher in rappin
Some need slappin, cause what they're sayin
is wack and weak and - wait, let me speak (Woy)
Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that (Woy)
yang-yang, or you'll be down with the chain gang (Woy)
Draggin your feet, to a beat produced by BDP (Woy)
One of the many, from the library (Woy)
I teach HIP-HOP for a living
So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin
KRS-One two three four, encore
I'm not a freshman, sophomore, and further more (Woy)
I graduated from the school of no shorts
to the world of rappin I brought
"That's it, that's all, single, no more, no less"
That style was created by DJ KRS (Woy)
Offbeat got you out your seat (Woy)
When I created the style, they studied every single week (Woy)
Now you come in my face like you're rulin? (Woy)
But I'm teacher boy, who you foolin!
See there's no defense against common sense
confidence, intelligence or excellence
Intense, but here's the difference
KRS-One does NOT mean ignorance
Try obediance, magnificence
As a reference, STOP THE VIOLENCE
Criminal Minded, Poetry, and Jimmy Hats
Is that your title? GIMME DAT! (WOY)

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Now let's take it back a little bit (Woy, Woy)

(Woy)
(Woy)
You can't test BDP boy (Woy)
So bust this down (Woy, Woy)

While I got your attention I feel like just
lettin off two or three lyric then steppin
JETTIN, gettin the respect of a teacher
My name is Kris, 23, glad to meet ya
BDP +is+ the number one set
I don't DROP science, I teach it, correct!
Some get caught in my style like a net
They can't get out, so I treat em like a pet
Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me yet
I bet you're kind of hungry, here's a CalCan, step
Cause I've got no time to hold your hand
I just SLAM, so you can understand who I am (Woy)
The teacher, professor, scholar makin dollars (Woy)
The trainer, entertainer, makin ya holla (Woy)
The numero uno, number one, the best perfectionist (Woy)
Crazy, fresh KRS (Woy, Woy)
So GIMME DAT!

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Now take it on back (Woy, Woy)

Original.. original.. original.. hit it!

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Original.. ah one two three, we out! (Woy, Woy)

Edutainment Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
Give it to em!

Nuff respect! And praise to the creator
Over the years it seems that I became a
landmark, in the hip-hop field of art
I shed light, yet my skin is dark
I'm not conerned with climbin the chart
Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart?
I'll start, cause only Jah will create it
I'll just name it, Edutainment
People sit and they look at my album
like a problem, they try to solve em
They don't know, it only leads the way
to a bright more positive day
By itself, it's NOT the bright day
Sit up straight, and hear what I say
Fear and ignorance, I'm down for stoppin this
but the bright day is your conciousness
I am poet, my words will heal you
I'm not a phony I'll really feel you
That's why I walk and talk to my nation
Wherever they are, in any situation
They usually ask for an autograph
And I'll whip out the pen and just write Blast-
-Master, K-R-S, O-N-E
BDP, Peace and Unity
But do not concentrate on the paper
Concentrate on the laws of the creator
Cause when the paper's gone, it will deceive you
But Allah will never leave you

Nothing I say now is hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by the so-called Christians
that went to church, and did not listen
See Jesus couldn't stand politics
so they nailed him to a crucifix
Then it was that way, today it's a trigger
So why is the Pope such a political figure?
I don't know, but it's really beyond me
But through knowledge, they'll NEVER con me
Cause from Jesus Christ to right now
everytime a black man speaks up, KA-POW
See people concentrate on the leader
And not the message comin through the speaker
If the Christians really heard Christ
the black man never would've lived this life
My point is that do not concentrate
on what I state, create, or debate
I might be great, and you might admire
But what I say is to take you MUCH higher
MORE higher than the physical plane
to the plane of forces in the astral plane
The mental plane, and the final three
They're all around you, yet you can't see
So grab the sphere of life and aim it
and you'll be guided by Edutainment

The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our 4th album and we're STILL not takin no shorts
Yeah.. ha hah!
On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker
As we say he can't get no darker
All about action, not a fast talker
All the whick whack sucker DJ's
gotta try much harder
My man Willie Willie Willie D
Taggin up BDP with a fat marker
And THIS, is what's on today's charter
Ha hah hah
All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air
BDP rockin without no fear
So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is
throw the funky fresh beat in like this

C'mon!

* crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while *

Ha hah
Well it's me, down with BDP
KRS-One rocks ANY party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes
The suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start debatin
How can we take him out one time?
So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme
I might go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "Just checkin the mic"
Droppin fresh styles I like
So throw up your hands and drop your mic
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth well I'll go for self
Rockin New York like no one else
You can check any rapper from seventy-eight
A few have rocked their whole career straight
Some had dope twelve inches, count em
But not many crews had slammin albums
BDP rocks CONSISTENTLY
From _Criminal Minded_ to 1990
Why? Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint: the public pays me
So you can call me a public servant
Not a King but a teacher, I'll believe I earned it
So I just walk, or ride my bike
If I walk to a jam well I'll rock the mic
Gimme a chance and I'll rock the house
But don't let a sucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will strangle
If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle
Adidas, Nike's, arms, mics
Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike
Step right up if that's what you like
But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I recite
My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white
As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alllllright"
I am your mentor
Victory is mine, it's time you surrender
Sucker! And just back up quickly
Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I created
years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show
Oh, all of a sudden you don't know
or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face
In case you bass I'll erase your whole rap
Tell you right now I ain't TRYIN to hear that

I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew
I deny your existence as artists
You're puttin out a record expectin to chart
but it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone
You fail to realize nope you're not alone
on the earth, the light comes forth as KRS
Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and shed light
Behave, you're still a 20th century slave
Headed for the grave in a wave
So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk
and put a little pep in your step
KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation
in the nation, in creation
Princes, Kings, Queens, or any occupation
Like rappers with nuttin to say
I crush those idiots and throw em away
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and splatter whatever
egotistic mystics, with macho poses
If you ain't for black you're down for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!)

DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ's
My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah
We got Symone in the house
We got, D-Square in the house
We got Ms. Melodie rockin the soundset
My man D-Nice, HIT IT!

Jack Of Spades Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

* was also featured in the movie "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka"

[KRS-One]
Again we start, let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
but it's HERE, and everybody's in fear
Crashin through the door of that WHORE
Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR
What you saw, KRS-One is now seeing
Another fly human being
Making, no excuses for the losers
Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers
You don't like it but you gotta keep PUSHIN
until somebody starts MUSHIN
all these suckers, claimin to rule the environment
(Nah man, I ain't buyin it)
You seem to think that everybody can be taught
that everyone else can be bought
But, you took a short, cause one guy hasn't been paid
He is the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

[KRS-One]
He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal
But don't let the temper boil
Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows
(That's right boy, anything goes!)
The crime is commited and he's right on your tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
when Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS
CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends
who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME
Here is the aim --
destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes
We don't like, criminals, and crime --
but we don't pay it any mind
So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy
Slade, Hammer, and Slammer
I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar
If you ain't up on it you GOTTA
fall to the back of the line
Hear this rhyme, cause I'ma say it one more time
It's JACK'S theme song that KRS made
It's called the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

[KRS-One]
You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you wanna see more, just watch me
MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh yeah "OHH YEAHHH!!"
One more time! "OHH YEAHHH!!"
(Flash the rhyme!)
Cool, guy, loud and quiet
If your head's in the way, he'll FLY IT
Don't try it, cause Jack of Spades doesn't BUY IT
He's a one man riot
Cleanin the community, of all it's debris
The C-R-I-M-E
The road was long and scary and some didn't make it
The average guy couldn't take it
But JACK, is not, the average guy
He took a piece of the pie and BIT IT
Got with it, for his brother he DID IT
So you gotta admit it
This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero
WHY? Because he started from zero
In this battle he clearly understands their power
They're payin people by the hour
to sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny
they are gettin everybody HIGH
High on a cable, cash under the table
Currency is how they're able
to buy the cops and props and keep the law PAID
But here comes the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

[KRS] Break it down!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

[KRS-One]
Fresh.. for Jack of Spades, you SUCKERS
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah..

Questions And Answers Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Yo Kris whassup this press stuff man?
Yo I don't Money, I don't know, they frontin
Yo why we don't get no respect?
I don't know man
They got all them gangsta lookalike, know y'know
But you know what?
All them fraud magazines I'm tired of
I'm tired of us not bein on no covers
But you know what?
We rock the streets, ANYWAY
regardless to what anybody say
Well well, yo yo, I tell you
As long as you rip up the streets
you don't GOTTA have no press, youknowhatI'msayin?
That's right
As long as you stay true to the streets
All these wannabe black, black, black
Black nuttin - you know, chewin all that black
Cause they ain't really reportin nuttin on no black nuttin
They wanna be right, and they wanna be, rap, and..
That's why I read The Final Call
The Final Call got it goin on, youknowhatI'msayin?
Yeah
I mean, if you really wanna check out somethin black
I mean, all these other magazines, they got
They can only show you the light-skinned girl
or the light-skinned guy, and all of that, yaknowhatI'msayin?
I ain't with all that nonsense
Ha hah, we won't name any names
But they know who they are though!
Ha hah, knowhatI'msayin? Watch yourself
I don't know why we can't get no covers though!
Yo Kris, I don't why
cause we just slammin everywhere we go
Yo, BDP been rockin for like six years now
Six long hard rough years, youknowhatI'msayin?
And, and for some reason
everytime these COMMERCIAL acts come out
they get the cover the first..
they could drop a twelve inch single
and they be snatchin up the cover
You know why? Cause they don't wanna deal with reality
in any of these magazines
Hey Kris, I got the answer to ALL your problems
What's that?
Just interview yourself
Interview myself?
Yeah!
Aight check it out
Kick it!

[KRS-One]
Question: Why everything you do is fresh?
Answer: My name, Blastmaster KRS
Question: You only write reality, why?
Answer: No time to waste, our people are going to die
Question: Going to die? Please explain this topic
Answer: Some people are using ignorance to make a profit
Question: How do we stop it?
Answer: Throw em in a jail cell and lock it
Question: Why, are people so stupid?
Answer: They got a brain and fail to use it
Question: How did it get like this?
Answer: People are more worried about ass and tits and
little bits of information
The barbarians teach us just to be barbarians in the nation
This new creation
takes on the manifestation of the Board of Education
Question: What's the solution?
Answer: Organized, revolution
Question: Revolution implies killing..
Answer: Whether you fight or talk, the blood is
STILL SPILLING, and we're chilling
Thinking of our history as Elmer Fudd
Everything, black people got in this country
they got through shedding their blood, word!

But they ain't gonna print all that
They too concerned about what you wearin
what kind of Benz you got, or BM
But I think this year
since we knockin all these sucker frauds out,
you might get some press
But when you talk that conciousness -
nobody wants to listen
Word up, it's a crying shame though
I, ah-I tell you this though
if I was talkin sex and all that nonsense
I'd get ALL the covers
Yo Kris, just chill, and interview yourself
That's what I like to hear
Aight aight check it out

[KRS-One]
Everything you learned in law school
can be taught, when you're six years old
But they make you wait and wait and wait and wait
and wait, and of course, the information, is then sold
But what if you can't afford to pay?
You walk around ignorant all day!
The pimp don't care, it's really your decision
Kick up that money hoe!! Oh, I mean tuition
They be dissin, that ass you be kissin
Sittin in a room with a liar, and you must listen
Question: Who are you dissin?
Answer: The concept that turns a rapper, into a dancer
Question: Are you really all that fresh?
Answer: Yes, yes.. YES!
Or, "si," to the people speakin Spanish
You better make use of KRS, before he vanish

But all these magazines'll vanish before you will
They better start printin the REAL REAL hip-hop
from BDP
Yo yo but check it out Will
They ain't interested in no real hip-hop
They ain't interested in graffiti art, breakdancin
and real rap music, they just wanna know where the money is
Why why why?
Yo I think some of these journalists
need to start gettin punched in they face
Hah, I got a big fist

You Must Learn Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

Just like I told you, you must learn

It's calm yet wild the style that I speak
Just filled with facts and you will never get weak in the heart
In fact you'll start to illuminate, knowledge to others in a song
Let me demonstrate the force of knowledge,
knowledge reigned supreme
The ignorant is ripped to smithereens
What do you mean when you say I'm rebellious
'Cause I don't accept everything that you're telling us
What are you selling us the creator dwellin' us
I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us
I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning
You're tryin' make me you by seasoning
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems to me that in a school that's ebony
African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's not
and this has got to stop, See Spot run, run get Spot
Insulting to a Black mentality, a Black way of life
Or a jet Black family, so I include with one concern, that
You must learn

Chorus: Just like I told you, you must learn (twice)

I believe that if you're teaching history
Filled with straight up facts no mystery
Teach the student what needs to be taught
'Cause Black and White kids both take shorts
When one doesn't know about the other ones' culture
Ignorance swoops down like a vulture
'Cause you don't know that you ain't just a janitor
No one told you about Benjamin Banneker
A brilliant Black man that invented the almanac
Can't you see where KRS is coming at
With Eli Whitney, Haile Selassie
Granville Woods made the walkie-talkie
Lewis Latimer improved on Edison
Charles Drew did a lot for medicine
Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights
Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night
Madame CJ Walker made a straightenin comb
But you won't know this is you weren't shown
The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh
'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed
So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man
we need the 89 school system
One that caters to a Black return because
You must learn

Chorus

Like A Throttle Lyrics By Boogie Down Productions

[KRS-One]
*snapping fingers and singing*
Ha ha, hah hah! Da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo

You wanna test me are you stupid?
Gotta be out of your FUCKIN mind
KRS-One is the DON, seen?
Come down Kenny Park-ah!!

Hahaha, you know
I don't know what your management be tellin you
I don't know what your producers be tellin you
But yo, you step this way
You're gettin PLAYED, out of position
So let me give you a little style

Check it out
Everytime KRS-One steps in the jam
The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out
That's it! None of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's
you either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics
But MC's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful
None of em lyrical but their ego is critical
Like I said I'm not a Muslim but to Allah I'm obedient
Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's CONVENIENT
And I've seen it!
Real Muslims praise Allah, and they mean it
Others are dreamin it with Sex Me and Do Me and
I'd rather listen to the Brand Nubians
You know it's funny everybody wants money
And material things from cars and chicken wings
When they sing, they sing for the cash
They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash
You get respect by bein creative
and yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta?
If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex?
If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check?
All of this is incorrect
First should always come respect
The charts are not equal to the respect of the people
Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble
They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model
Right on stage, you'll get a bottle
You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle

I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me
I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry
You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry
You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy
But I'm a Parker so I'll play you like Monopoly
Don't entertain the thought of droppin me
To think of me as anything less than your teacher
Crazy you got to be
These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly
You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle

The teacher will come, again and again and again and again
To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
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RIPPING up sucker teachers put their courage to an end
So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better
Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather
Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync
The lyrics I write, help me think
to guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face
And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
Just in case, get the FUCK out my face I run this place
You're lucky you're from the same race
A simple technique will keep you on beat
With the style from the street you compete with the elite
that's WEAK -- flashin gold and can't speak
I seek the direction of the brown complexion
So every year, I appear somewhere
that you hear my dear to get one thing clear
Whether on welfare or millionaire
Don't step to this here or you outta here
Allow me now to please change the gear
?And-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!?
?We come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?
Let's get back to the hip-hop
You come into the place you can't LOOK in my face
Cause the light is bright and I'm towering in height
See there are millions of stars in the sky
When the sun appears none are visible to the eye
Why, the reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly rock, until I'm done
and finished, and like the evening I'll fade
But when I return you'll cry for more shade
So check the dancestyle cause I am not
Softening up it's time that I rock and sing
Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!
But instead bring intellect pon ting
Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't tryin to hear that