Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We in There, artist - Boogie Down Productions. Date of issue: 16.03.2014
Song language: English
We in There |
| Yeah. |
| ahh, back to that old shit! |
| For all you FAKE-ass teachers out there |
| Aiyyo Kris. |
| break this shit up! |
| 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) |
| 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 off 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! |