YES! Chillin in the place right now Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKE R Because the Africanism is in EFFECT So check it out, MAN! And try not to bite the lyrics POI! So come in now with the chorus of the day Because we don't play Chorus: KR S-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live [D-Nice] Bust it, yo I love to diss whores, I love to do tours Makin young ladies just drop their drawers and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!" From that point on, I say we're on for the night But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee I say, "Please hoe, it's all about me" [Heather B] It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa And now you wanna laugh at her I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her to find out she's a man without a manicure Go to President DeKlerk without askin her and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her for every freedom fighter start crashin her And then Heather B will get nastier and pull out my two shot derringer Cause yes, Heather B comes classier Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer makes up the **** crew called, Edutainer You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label [KRS-One] Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! [Jamal-Ski] {"{"}best guess} Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em Come follow me the man me work for the mic They call me top celebrity Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done Me read from Genesis unto Relevation Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan Me have armitage, me have enough stylee Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna [KRS-One] Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony [Harmony] Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call follow me follow me, Sister Harmony I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup I'm a, stimulator, administrator Activator, initiator Captivator, originator Perculator, perk you up It's Harmony, the minor key That moves with the rhythm passionately I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of BDP It's easy, for me you see I ain't the one or the two, I'm the three And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr (badda-ba-ba-by-by) Chorus: KR S-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But KRS, you're gonna make the party live [KRS-One] Well now it's Blastmaster KRS-One When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done Pray to my father cause yes me are the son Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection Any sucker MC must run come Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone 1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone Every posse KNOW we come in the dance we teach reality-ta-tee an' reality, reality-ta-ta-tee We nah deal with sickness and negativity We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah On the con-sole we have the man D-****** Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah at George Bush, cause him D my ***** KRS-One, him the President come The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de [Ms. Melodie] Comin live and direct in full effect Ms. M-E-L- O-D-I-E on the mic check Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard If someone said, well damn, who is it? It's Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it [?] Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy The way they treat blacks, in white society It's ******** rebellion, revolution uprisin Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin Government they try to manage and rule Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool That's why I search, explore, inspect, investigate Drop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates [KRS-One] Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah KRS-One, boy, must come fi straighter Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah Every posse know me come in the dance not later Come in early, every posse captivator KRS-One, and enough herb gate-ah Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah KRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-am KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah KRS-One, me come to nice up any jam Me comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ah Down with the set is a Harmony-ah Ms. Melodie and my man Kenny P ah Come in Jam and look at what a raw stylee [Jamal-Ski] {"{"}best gues} Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent Pick-a-dig-dinny Jump up upon me come to run it again Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend Tell your mudda and tell you fadda and tell your sista and yuh bruda A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOW Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH IT Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a when me do that, the dancehall fi run Some of dem sell fi *******, some of dem sell ganjah But I'm the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylah And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah! Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ah What dey call me, BDP posse an' a Jamal now can rewind stylee Rewind circulate, never ever imitate When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great Test me, and you'll, test your fate BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a come in now KRS-One, an' a [KRS-One] Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma Me a melt down the sound-ah Melt down the sound, come mi say melt down the sound-ah KRS-One, the master of the verb and noun ah Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner Kings, mash up, crown Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah Every posse know that we ah rule every sound Jump up in the dance and run every town ah DJ, nuff, clown Come up in the dance, BUCKS em right down ah If you a Prince we'll flood ya and you drown ah KRS-One ah, mash up better sound ah Satan in the dance, we a mash right down ah Down, to the ground KRS him have the number one sound Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound sound Number one sound WHAT in creation Play with yourself it's called masturbation Chop it off, castration Jesus Christ get the crucifixion Three days later, resurrection He's comin back, read Revelation Close the book, pick up your gun And fight in the African revolution Righteous man, get liberation Wicked man get execution It's called the battle of armageddeon Through my mouth is a translation Unto recknoning to circulation Nuff African education DJ Kenny Parker YES you are the don Edutainer teach nuff wisdom Chorus: KR S-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But Scott LaRock, you're gonna make the party live It takes 1 dee jay, jigga jay ah jay ah jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay ah jay It takes 1, jigga jay jay, a jigga jay jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay It takes a jigga to your face, a jigga jay jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga 1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay 1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a 1..
YES! Chillin in the place right now Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKE R Because the Africanism is in EFFECT So check it out, MAN! And try not to bite the lyrics POI! So come in now with the chorus of the day Because we don't play Chorus: KR S-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live [D-Nice] Bust it, yo I love to diss whores, I love to do tours Makin young ladies just drop their drawers and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!" From that point on, I say we're on for the night But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee I say, "Please hoe, it's all about me" [Heather B] It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa And now you wanna laugh at her I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her to find out she's a man without a manicure Go to President DeKlerk without askin her and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her for every freedom fighter start crashin her And then Heather B will get nastier and pull out my two shot derringer Cause yes, Heather B comes classier Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer makes up the **** crew called, Edutainer You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label [KRS-One] Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! [Jamal-Ski] {"{"}best guess} Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em Come follow me the man me work for the mic They call me top celebrity Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done Me read from Genesis unto Relevation Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan Me have armitage, me have enough stylee Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna [KRS-One] Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony [Harmony] Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call follow me follow me, Sister Harmony I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup I'm a, stimulator, administrator Activator, initiator Captivator, originator Perculator, perk you up It's Harmony, the minor key That moves with the rhythm passionately I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of BDP It's easy, for me you see I ain't the one or the two, I'm the three And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr (badda-ba-ba-by-by) Chorus: KR S-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But KRS, you're gonna make the party live [KRS-One] Well now it's Blastmaster KRS-One When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done Pray to my father cause yes me are the son Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection Any sucker MC must run come Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone 1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone Every posse KNOW we come in the dance we teach reality-ta-tee an' reality, reality-ta-ta-tee We nah deal with sickness and negativity We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah On the con-sole we have the man D-****** Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah at George Bush, cause him D my ***** KRS-One, him the President come The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de [Ms. Melodie] Comin live and direct in full effect Ms. M-E-L- O-D-I-E on the mic check Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard If someone said, well damn, who is it? It's Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it [?] Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy The way they treat blacks, in white society It's ******** rebellion, revolution uprisin Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin Government they try to manage and rule Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool That's why I search, explore, inspect, investigate Drop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates [KRS-One] Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah KRS-One, boy, must come fi straighter Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah Every posse know me come in the dance not later Come in early, every posse captivator KRS-One, and enough herb gate-ah Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah KRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-am KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah KRS-One, me come to nice up any jam Me comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ah Down with the set is a Harmony-ah Ms. Melodie and my man Kenny P ah Come in Jam and look at what a raw stylee [Jamal-Ski] {"{"}best gues} Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent Pick-a-dig-dinny Jump up upon me come to run it again Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend Tell your mudda and tell you fadda and tell your sista and yuh bruda A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOW Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH IT Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a when me do that, the dancehall fi run Some of dem sell fi *******, some of dem sell ganjah But I'm the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylah And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah! Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ah What dey call me, BDP posse an' a Jamal now can rewind stylee Rewind circulate, never ever imitate When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great Test me, and you'll, test your fate BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a come in now KRS-One, an' a [KRS-One] Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma Me a melt down the sound-ah Melt down the sound, come mi say melt down the sound-ah KRS-One, the master of the verb and noun ah Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner Kings, mash up, crown Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah Every posse know that we ah rule every sound Jump up in the dance and run every town ah DJ, nuff, clown Come up in the dance, BUCKS em right down ah If you a Prince we'll flood ya and you drown ah KRS-One ah, mash up better sound ah Satan in the dance, we a mash right down ah Down, to the ground KRS him have the number one sound Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound sound Number one sound WHAT in creation Play with yourself it's called masturbation Chop it off, castration Jesus Christ get the crucifixion Three days later, resurrection He's comin back, read Revelation Close the book, pick up your gun And fight in the African revolution Righteous man, get liberation Wicked man get execution It's called the battle of armageddeon Through my mouth is a translation Unto recknoning to circulation Nuff African education DJ Kenny Parker YES you are the don Edutainer teach nuff wisdom Chorus: KR S-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But Scott LaRock, you're gonna make the party live It takes 1 dee jay, jigga jay ah jay ah jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay ah jay It takes 1, jigga jay jay, a jigga jay jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay It takes a jigga to your face, a jigga jay jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga 1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay 1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a 1..
