Krs-one - Heartbeat Lyrics
[redman]Alright everybody move back from the ropesIf you dont move back were gonna turn this music offAnd thats my word, move back!Word is bond lets get this shit goinWord up, its the funk doc in the houseSay hell yeah! hell yeah!Say ***** yeah! ***** yeah!Word up, its the funk doc spock you dont stopIts my man krs you dont stopIts the girl angie you dont stopWith the hah haha ha haha hah!![angie martinez]Its the butter pecan rican speakin deletinOther radio jocks that think they competinThey pre-sweetened, like candy, Im hot like pepperBig up to sandy but my name is angieMartinez, what a true microphone fiend isSteppin up lovely with my, ad-idasThrough your speakers, representinBoriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekersYou may think Im crazy right, but Im crazy hypeSlay this nice yall, everytime angie grab the micI jams it right tonight, not the hardestBut peep the style of this puerto rican goddess[redman]Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!Yo get from the off the ropesNow aiyyo yo yo, krs-one, come again the selector![krs-one]Its been a long time but we made it, you waitedYou gettin frustrated cause these mcs in traininSkills on the mic for a royalty save itPullin down rap so that others cant make itThey cant fake it in front of krs they *****That same old mc trend Im here to break itThe highly conceptional multidirectionalHot in ninety-seven so I guess Im flexibleRap relieve stress so yes I guess its medicalAll your wrecking and raping is still theoreticalRedman, you know you must understand (whatup? )Redman, you know you gots to understand (hah! whatup love? )Angie, rockin with the one bdp (ha, haha)Representin right now at hit factory[redman]One two hah, and you dont quitIts kris and angie with the ultimateOne two hah, and you dont quackIts funk doc smoke weed and dont smoke crackHahaha, hah, and you dont quitHoohahhahah, and you dont quitI rock jams like, samsonites with micsStage two boomin system and flood the lightsThe lyrical, fo-fos lettin off like supposeReggie reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chillCaps peeled, someone in my bed like dru hillRaise em up, cause I feel my spot cant be touchedNo time for the pauline jack, hit the clutchShotgun what? ? its the high exaltedRuler of the buddha, the cash make my pocketsStick out like a tumor, for the consumersI get busy with la pluma, detonate the bombTo make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-ticMy click run deeper than charlie tunaKahunas, raw for the able key moversAll over the hood like them crooked I coolersBang maneuvers, from jerz to vancouverBack to the bronx with heartbeats ample looped upI blastmast like kris, funk abyssLike a phone chauvenist with a roley on the wristSike! i can afford it, less I slaughteredThree platinum niggaz and none of em prerecordedKrs-one need to be runnin for officeSo butter pecan rican -- tell them to get off his
