| Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
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| This is our 4th album and we’re STILL not takin no shorts
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| Yeah. |
| ha hah!
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| On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker
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| As we say he can’t get no darker
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| All about action, not a fast talker
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| All the whick whack sucker DJ’s
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| Gotta try much harder
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| My man Willie Willie Willie D
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| Taggin up BDP with a fat marker
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| And THIS, is what’s on today’s charter
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| Ha hah hah
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| All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air
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| BDP rockin without no fear
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| So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is
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| Throw the funky fresh beat in like this
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| Crowd chants «go, go, go, go»
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| Ha hah
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| Well it’s me, down with BDP
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| KRS-One rocks ANY party
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| Rocks the beats, and the breaks
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| Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes
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| The suckers shake, while I’m creatin
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| They get together and they start debatin
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| «How can we take him out one time?»
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| So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme
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| I might go first, and he’ll go second
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| I’ll wreck him, deck him, say to him, «just checkin' the mic»
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| Droppin' fresh styles I like
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| So throw up your hands and drop your mic
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| Cause I’ll go third, and he’ll go fourth
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| By the fifth you’re dissed cause you lost
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| Six is your beat down, your title is seven
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| Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
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| By the twelveth well I’ll go for self
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| Rockin' New York like no one else
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| You can check any rapper from seventy-eight
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| A few have rocked their whole career straight
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| Some had dope twelve inches, count 'em
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| But not many crews had slammin' albums
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| BDP rocks CONSISTENTLY
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| From Criminal Minded to 1990
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| Why? |
| Well that’s my secret baby
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| Here’s a hint: the public pays me
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| So you can call me a public servant
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| Not a King but a teacher, I’ll believe I earned it
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| So I just walk, or ride my bike
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| If I walk to a jam well I’ll rock the mic
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| Gimme a chance and I’ll rock the house
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| But don’t let a sucker try to take me out
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| Cause male or female, I will strangle
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| If it’s a crew, they’ll have to untangle
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| Adidas, Nike’s, arms, mics
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| Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike
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| Step right up if that’s what you like
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| But watch your head cause it’ll fly like a kite
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| In the night at a height, right for flight
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| Way out of sight, you bite, I recite
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| My style is bright, still you’re sellin' out to white
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| As your faggot DJ would say, «Well alllllright»
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| I am your mentor,
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| Victory is mine, it’s time you surrender
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| Sucker! |
| And just back up quickly
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| Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me
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| Or outwit me with the style that I created
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| Years ago when you was doing a dollar fifty show
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| Oh, all of a sudden you don’t know
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| Or can’t remember, can’t recall, can’t
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| Bring to mind
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| That rhyme that place do not chase
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| I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face
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| In case you bass I’ll erase your whole rap
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| Tell you right now I ain’t TRYIN to hear that
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| I don’t dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
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| I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew
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| I deny your existence as artists
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| You’re puttin out a record expectin to chart
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| But it’s weak, but when you speak through the microphone
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| You fail to realize nope you’re not alone
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| On the earth, the light comes forth as KRS
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| Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh
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| I snatch the mic and shed light
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| Behave, you’re still a 20th century slave
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| Headed for the grave in a wave
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| So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk
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| And put a little pep in your step
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| KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation
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| In the nation, in creation
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| Princes, Kings, Queens, or any occupation
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| Like rappers with nuttin to say
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| I crush those idiots and throw em away
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| Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I’d rather
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| Gather together and splatter whatever
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| Egotistic mystics, with macho poses
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| If you ain’t for black you’re down for Guns 'n' Roses
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| Yeah! |
| C’mon!
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| Throw your hands in the sky
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| And wave em from side to side
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| And if you’re in this life just gettin by
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| Somebody say, ALRIGHT! |
| (ALRIGHT!)
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| ALRIGHT! |
| (ALRIGHT!)
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| DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ’s
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| My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah
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| We got Symone in the house
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| We got, D-Square in the house
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| We got Ms. Melodie rockin the soundset
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| My man D-Nice, HIT IT! |