Boogie Down Productions - The Kenny Parker Show lyrics

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Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse

This is our 4th album and we're STILL not takin no shorts

Yeah.. ha hah!

On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker

As we say he can't get no darker

All about action, not a fast talker

All the whick whack sucker DJ's

gotta try much harder

My man Willie Willie Willie D

Taggin up BDP with a fat marker

And THIS, is what's on today's charter

Ha hah hah

All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air

BDP rockin without no fear

So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is

throw the funky fresh beat in like this

C'mon!

* crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while *

Ha hah

Well it's me, down with BDP

KRS-One rocks ANY party

Rocks the beats, and the breaks

Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes

The suckers shake, while I'm creatin

They get together and they start debatin

How can we take him out one time?

So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme

I might go first, and he'll go second

I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "Just checkin the mic"

Droppin fresh styles I like

So throw up your hands and drop your mic

Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth

By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost

Six is your beatdown, your title is seven

Takin out your four man crew makes eleven

By the twelveth well I'll go for self

Rockin New York like no one else

You can check any rapper from seventy-eight

A few have rocked their whole career straight

Some had dope twelve inches, count em

But not many crews had slammin albums

BDP rocks CONSISTENTLY

From _Criminal Minded_ to 1990

Why? Well that's my secret baby

Here's a hint: the public pays me

So you can call me a public servant

Not a King but a teacher, I'll believe I earned it

So I just walk, or ride my bike

If I walk to a jam well I'll rock the mic

Gimme a chance and I'll rock the house

But don't let a sucker try to take me out

Cause male or female, I will strangle

If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle

Adidas, Nike's, arms, mics

Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike

Step right up if that's what you like

But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite

In the night at a height right for flight

Way out of sight, you bite, I recite

My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white

As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alllllright"

I am your mentor

Victory is mine, it's time you surrender

Sucker! And just back up quickly

Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me

or outwit me with the style that I created

years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show

Oh, all of a sudden you don't know

or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind

that rhyme that place do not chase

I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face

In case you bass I'll erase your whole rap

Tell you right now I ain't TRYIN to hear that

I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo

I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew

I deny your existence as artists

You're puttin out a record expectin to chart

but it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone

You fail to realize nope you're not alone

on the earth, the light comes forth as KRS

Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh

I snatch the mic and shed light

Behave, you're still a 20th century slave

Headed for the grave in a wave

So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk

and put a little pep in your step

KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation

in the nation, in creation

Princes, Kings, Queens, or any occupation

Like rappers with nuttin to say

I crush those idiots and throw em away

Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather

gather together and splatter whatever

egotistic mystics, with macho poses

If you ain't for black you're down for Guns 'n' Roses

Yeah! C'mon!

Throw your hands in the sky

And wave em from side to side

And if you're in this life just gettin by

Somebody say, ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!)

DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ's

My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah

We got Symone in the house

We got, D-Square in the house

We got Ms. Melodie rockin the soundset

My man D-Nice, HIT IT!