(yo man, these people around here in 87 just slippin-dough, you know what
Im sayin? boogie down productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you
Know what Im sayin? (word) yo! whats goin on? mr. magic-you know what
Happened? he slipped 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 shit
About this kid-wearin the, ah, jerry curls, man. word up! he was slippin.
Yo dough, word up, word up. he had a yellow coat on, but no description was
Given)
Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known as the caution:
Do not attempt to dis cuz youll soften
Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress
You cant match this style or attack this
While Im telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with k-r-s and Ill bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those who wanna battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
You come into the place with that look on your face
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume youre doomed when you step in the room
Ill be the witch and youll be the broom
Ill ride you, guide you into the concrete
Ill slide you to a funky beat
So what do we have here?
A sucka in fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten youre fucked
At nine you suck
At eight youre a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six youre slapped
At five youre just wacked
At four youre lost
At three, youre just soft
At two youre an ass
At one, youre a dick
But before you slip, Ill whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin
(yo get my slip on, Im chillin on. a long time, ya see me slip on, crop d,
And Ill slip on, everybody-i slip on. sayin? Ill come back if I miss you,
Sayin? )
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
First a bass, a snare
A little cut over there
I add my name k-r-s
And the shit becomes fresh
I ask moe and icu for their thoughts
Layin down a power play all the suckas are tought
One again, the tactics of original arts
Were gettin payed to the end cuz we were down from the start
Were known as boogie down productions, aint no b-boy stance
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance
Were goin off and of course all ya suckas are lost
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? youve come to the source
Because Im the type of guy whos not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
One after another, another to the next
Cant rhyme when youre tense, or your muscles wont flex
Check your larynx
It may get lower havin sex
Or may get higher
When bustin as a liar
These are the things I teach so be tought
To me youre kinda short, how many battles have you fought?
If you come up with a number, notebook, or list
It just doesnt matter, you can still get dissed
Im bringin back that ol new york rap
That gets you jacked while youre hands still clap
Its funny
Just dissin you I can make money
But noones tippin
My message is simple: ya slippin!
(they slippin-dough-1987-they spippin, but we goin all the way to the top
Man (word)-you know what Im sayin? to my brother krs-1, youre large, im
Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. theyre slippin)
E-n-o, s-r-k
When you go through other albums, youre sure to say
Goddam! they all seem to sound alike
Till you hear the crew standin over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
Im proud to be down with the winning team
So dont ever in your life even think about an arguement
Cuz youll get walked on like carpet
Well pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp bdp on youre head and youre off
But you wont even change that to say instead
Im down cuz I got a bdp on my head
So just before you inherit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin
(yo! they slippin-dough, they slippin-dough, they slippin-word up, i
Dont care no more, man, Im commin out of the shell-dough, they slippin
Man. b-boy records, magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what im
Saying? this other kid-i dont know what his name is, but you know what time
It is. (word up!) hes slippin too (everybody). slippin, and everytime
He do somethin, hes slippin. slippin.)
