Boogie Down Productions - Original Lyrics lyrics
[ms. melodie] Extra extra, read all about it! Krs-one's rhymes, have been doubted s**ers stepped up, and got murdered!! [krs-one] Pump pump pom pom poing! Yo, this goes out, to george bush Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... margaret thatcher Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... bensonhurst Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... de klerk Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat The master of the microphone is here and he's black Recitin poetry, beautifully articulated Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature Of the teacher, i am the teacher, you can check it The styles they're doing, is from my old record They bought my album, for $8.99 Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme I don't mind because i'm here to show The lost mc's which way to go So here's my rep, to those that slept And didn't get the first concept in depth I am the manifestation of study Not, the manifestation of money Therefore i advance through thought Not what's manufactured and bought Concentration, and calculation Goes into every song creation The first and second album rocked you Third album made you think and got through Didn't you think i knew? Number three, wasn't for the dance crew But it gave me a chance to see Who was really down with bdp I set the warm milk, in the gla** And the snakes came out the gra** They don't realize i'm not confined Nor trapped by space and time I am a rebel, an overthrower Descendant of the black man noah Radio dj's, all around Constantly tell me how they are down To uplift africa and unite black Yet they fronted when i dropped _why is that?_ It's a fact, i don't beg for juice, i just get loose And demonstrate the truth Many mc's can only rock the many But i rock a few with my brother kenny >from twenty-thousand to ten i'm housin African culture is what i'm arousin In your consciousness, soul and body Pay attention while i rock the party Cause now i'm gonna show ya how the east coast rocks Bumpin s**er mc's out the box Rockin the dreadlocks and the flattops I like these ops, so i'll try not to stop, but drop The new hip-hop, and get props Scott la, scott la, scott la, scott larock Spins in heaven, while the earth i rock Mc's adopt, the styles i drop They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no direction So they wanna go pop Chasin the charts up and down like s**ers Totally ignoring their sisters and brothers They're the ones to say you're number one Not chart position, so pick up the drum and hum Sing along, it's a poetry session Mathematically applied, no guessin I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked Get your ticket, come straight to the jam i'll rip it Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, kenny parker on the mix! [special k] Yes yes i'm special k On new york's two show on wbdp This is the brand new one by krs-one of boogie down productions And it's off the edutainment lp Wanna send a shout out to the bdp posse Of course to teddy ted, nice and smooth, d-nice, d-square And my man fish, sidney mills, ms. melodie, willie d And of course me... seeya!