Like A Throttle (LP版)-Boogie Down Productions

Like A Throttle(LP Version) - Boogie Down Productions [krs-one] *snapping fingers and singing* Ha ha, hah hah! da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo You wanna test me are you stupid? Gotta be out of your *****in mind Krs-one is the don, seen? Come down kenny park-ah!! Hahaha, you know I dont know what your management be tellin you I dont know what your producers be tellin you But yo, you step this way Youre gettin played, out of position So let me give you a little style Check it out Everytime krs-one steps in the jam The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand Brooklyns ready uptowns in the house Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out Thats it! none of the gimmicks, tricks, oh its You either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics But mcs come half-assed, and lookin pitiful None of em lyrical but their ego is critical Like I said Im not a muslim but to allah Im obedient Some mcs on the mic become muslims when its convenient And Ive seen it! Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it Others are dreamin it with sex me and do me and Id rather listen to the brand nubians You know its funny everybody wants money And material things from cars and chicken wings When they sing, they sing for the cash They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash You get respect by bein creative And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality In other words, if you aint a gangsta why play you a gangsta? If you aint a hoe, why sell sex? If you believe in allah, how is it you can only work when theres a check? All of this is incorrect First should always come respect The charts are not equal to the respect of the people Their respect doesnt weeble or wobble They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model Right on stage, youll get a bottle Youre-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle Im the freshest thing on the mic dont mess with me Im fresher than your grandmothers fried chicken recipe Dont test me, you aint a chemist and I sure aint chemistry Youre not a mathematician and my name aint geometry Youre no astronomer why see me as astronomy But Im a parker so Ill play you like monopoly Dont entertain the thought of droppin me To think of me as anything less than your teacher Crazy you got to be These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily I rip it up constantly Youre-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle The teacher will come, again and again and again and again To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend So-when-their-lyrics-finish-krs-one-just-begin Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather Whenever they decide, whatever Im in sync The lyrics I write, help me think To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace Just in case, get the ***** out my face I run this place Youre lucky youre from the same race A simple technique will keep you on beat With the style from the street you compete with the elite Thats weak -- flashin gold and cant speak I seek the direction of the brown complexion So every year, I appear somewhere That you hear my dear to get one thing clear Whether on welfare or millionaire Dont step to this here or you outta here Allow me now to please change the gear ? and-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!? ? we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah? Lets get back to the hip-hop You come into the place you cant look in my face Cause the light is bright and Im towering in height See there are millions of stars in the sky When the sun appears none are visible to the eye Why, the reason is the sun is the sun You cant possibly rock, until Im done And finished, and like the evening Ill fade But when I return youll cry for more shade So check the dancestyle cause I am not Softening up its time that I rock and sing Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling! But instead bring intellect pon ting Cause you can inject ignorance in rap But kenny parker aint tryin to hear that