Boogie Down Productions - Original Lyrics Lyrics
[ms. melodie]Extra extra, read all about it!Krs-ones rhymes, have been doubtedSuckers stepped up, and got murdered!![krs-one]Pump pump pom pom poing!Yo, this goes out, to george bushGet off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dickDiggi-diggi-diggi-dick... margaret thatcherGet off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dickDiggi-diggi-diggi-dick... bensonhurstGet off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dickDiggi-diggi-diggi-dick... de klerkGet off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dickDiggi-diggi-diggi-dickIt feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chatThe master of the microphone is here and hes blackRecitin poetry, beautifully articulatedDemonstrated by the never faded strong facial featureOf the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check itThe styles theyre doing, is from my old recordThey bought my album, for $8.99Studied the style, then wrote they own rhymeI dont mind because Im here to showThe lost mcs which way to goSo heres my rep, to those that sleptAnd didnt get the first concept in depthI am the manifestation of studyNot, the manifestation of moneyTherefore I advance through thoughtNot whats manufactured and boughtConcentration, and calculationGoes into every song creationThe first and second album rocked youThird album made you think and got throughDidnt you think I knew?Number three, wasnt for the dance crewBut it gave me a chance to seeWho was really down with bdpI set the warm milk, in the glassAnd the snakes came out the grassThey dont realize Im not confinedNor trapped by space and timeI am a rebel, an overthrowerDescendant of the black man noahRadio djs, all aroundConstantly tell me how they are downTo uplift africa and unite blackYet they fronted when I dropped _why is that? _Its a fact, I dont beg for juice, I just get looseAnd demonstrate the truthMany mcs can only rock the manyBut I rock a few with my brother kenny>from twenty-thousand to ten Im housinAfrican culture is what Im arousinIn your consciousness, soul and bodyPay attention while I rock the partyCause now Im gonna show ya how the east coast rocksBumpin sucker mcs out the boxRockin the dreadlocks and the flattopsI like these ops, so Ill try not to stop, but dropThe new hip-hop, and get propsScott la, scott la, scott la, scott larockSpins in heaven, while the earth I rockMcs adopt, the styles I dropThey got no direction, they got no direction, they got no directionSo they wanna go popChasin the charts up and down like suckersTotally ignoring their sisters and brothersTheyre the ones to say youre number oneNot chart position, so pick up the drum and humSing along, its a poetry sessionMathematically applied, no guessinIm fresh and dope and wild and wickedGet your ticket, come straight to the jam Ill rip itOriginal lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, kenny parker on the mix![special k]Yes yes Im special kOn new yorks two show on wbdpThis is the brand new one by krs-one of boogie down productionsAnd its off the edutainment lpWanna send a shout out to the bdp posseOf course to teddy ted, nice and smooth, d-nice, d-squareAnd my man fish, sidney mills, ms. melodie, willie dAnd of course me... seeya!
