Boogie Down Productions - The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty bdp posseThis is our 4th album and were still not takin no shortsYeah.. ha hah!On the wheels of steel, is kenny parkerAs we say he cant get no darkerAll about action, not a fast talkerAll the whick whack sucker djsGotta try much harderMy man willie willie willie dTaggin up bdp with a fat markerAnd this, is whats on todays charterHa hah hahAll the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the airBdp rockin without no fearSo kenny parker if you know what time it isThrow the funky fresh beat in like thisCmon!* crowd chants go, go, go, go for a while *Ha hahWell its me, down with bdpKrs-one rocks any partyRocks the beats, and the breaksRock the socks off the frauds and the fakesThe suckers shake, while Im creatinThey get together and they start debatinHow can we take him out one time?So they push up the best with the freshest rhymeI might go first, and hell go secondIll wreck him, deck him, say to him, just checkin the micDroppin fresh styles I likeSo throw up your hands and drop your micCause Ill go third, and hell go fourthBy the fifth youre dissed cause you lostSix is your beatdown, your title is sevenTakin out your four man crew makes elevenBy the twelveth well Ill go for selfRockin new york like no one elseYou can check any rapper from seventy-eightA few have rocked their whole career straightSome had dope twelve inches, count emBut not many crews had slammin albumsBdp rocks consistentlyFrom _criminal minded_ to 1990Why? well thats my secret babyHeres a hint: the public pays meSo you can call me a public servantNot a king but a teacher, Ill believe I earned itSo I just walk, or ride my bikeIf I walk to a jam well Ill rock the micGimme a chance and Ill rock the houseBut dont let a sucker try to take me outCause male or female, I will strangleIf its a crew, theyll have to untangleAdidas, nikes, arms, micsTurntables suckers in the wheel of my bikeStep right up if thats what you likeBut watch your head cause itll fly like a kiteIn the night at a height right for flightWay out of sight, you bite, I reciteMy style is bright, still youre sellin out to whiteAs your faggot dj would say, well alllllrightI am your mentorVictory is mine, its time you surrenderSucker! and just back up quicklyYour style is sickly, but you persist to get meOr outwit me with the style that I createdYears ago when you was doin a dollar fifty showOh, all of a sudden you dont knowOr cant remember, cant recall, cant bring to mindThat rhyme that place do not chaseI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your faceIn case you bass Ill erase your whole rapTell you right now I aint tryin to hear thatI dont dress up to rap or keep a hairdoI only grab the mic and bust holes in a crewI deny your existence as artistsYoure puttin out a record expectin to chartBut its weak, but when you speak through the microphoneYou fail to realize nope youre not aloneOn the earth, the light comes forth as krsIntelligence, force, and love manifest in the fleshI snatch the mic and shed lightBehave, youre still a 20th century slaveHeaded for the grave in a waveSo save the microscopic miniature small talk and walkAnd put a little pep in your stepKrs-one will destroy any ignorant reputationIn the nation, in creationPrinces, kings, queens, or any occupationLike rappers with nuttin to sayI crush those idiots and throw em awayCause no matter how fatter the wallet, Id ratherGather together and splatter whateverEgotistic mystics, with macho posesIf you aint for black youre down for guns n rosesYeah! cmon!Throw your hands in the skyAnd wave em from side to sideAnd if youre in this life just gettin bySomebody say, alright! (alright!) alright! (alright!)Dj kenny parker takin out these sucker djsMy man willie d, never in a daze, ha hahWe got symone in the houseWe got, d-square in the houseWe got ms. melodie rockin the soundsetMy man d-nice, hit it!
