Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS-One.
Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye
Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye
Come in!
Verse 1
Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin`
But when I listen to `em I see they`re only lyin`
They`re tryin`, but after some years if you ain`t got it
Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it
Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer
Don`t touch the microphone because you`ll always be the loser
And laughed at, smirked on, you don`t belong
With those that perform their song on and on
And on and on and on, yo, let`s get specific
This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted
I speak to you, not at you to attack you
Maybe when I`m through with this rhyme I`ll get a statue
So now I ax you or tell you people literally
When it comes to rockin` funky lyrics few are better than me
Down with BDP, endlessly recitin` poetry
Any time I`m in the street, you hear my voice, you know it`s me
KR...nope! I`m not ready to say my name yet
Many say they teach, but this style they haven`t attained yet
Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye
Verse 2
Run it, son, plumb it you bum
Don`t you know that it`s KRS-One
That comes to sing the styles that ain`t sung
I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run
Cos only the suckers want a chance at that
To see if KRS-One is really all that
Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of `em back
Because the teacher that you see is not wack
I`d like to stack up all the hits that I`ve made
Three albums, a triple-layer cake
And throw it in your face you waste
Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race
While I whip you whine, you`re out of touch
I`m out of time, here`s another rhyme
(The black man`s in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh
yes, dude. Yes)
(What`s the name of that crew? B.D.P)
(Say what? I`m not down with the Juice Crew)
