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KRS-One

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Alright everybody move back from the ropes

If you don't move back

We're gonna turn this music off

And that's my word, move back

Word is bond let's get this shit goin'

Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the house

Say hell yeah, hell yeah

Say fuck yeah, fuck yeah

Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop

It's my man KRS you don't stop

It's the girl Angie you don't stop

With the hah haha ha haha hah

It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin' deletin'

Other radio jocks that think they competin'

They pre-sweetened like candy, I'm hot like pepper

Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie

Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is

Steppin' up lovely with my, Adidas

Through your speakers, representin'

Boriquas and all hip-hop rhyme seekers

You may think I'm crazy right but I'm crazy hype

Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic

I jams it right tonight, not the hardest

But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess

Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music

Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up

Yo get from the off the ropes

Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector

It's been a long time but we made it, you waited

You gettin' frustrated 'cause these MC's in trainin'

Skills on the mic for a royalty save it

Pullin' down rap so that others can't make it

They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked

That same old MC trend I'm here to break it

The highly conceptional multidirectional

Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible

Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical

All your wreckin' and rapin' is still theoretical

Redman, you know you must understand

Redman, you know you gots to understand

Angie, rockin' with the one BDP

Representin' right now at Hit Factory

One two hah and you don't quit

It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate

One two hah and you don't quack

It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack

Hahaha, hah and you don't quit

Hoohahhahah and you don't quit

I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics

Stage two boomin' system and flood the lights

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off like suppose

Reggie Reg is rockin' on the radio

Hahh, huh, the ooh-child too chill

Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill

Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my spot can't be touched

No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch

Shotgun what? It's the high exalted

Ruler of the Buddha, the cash make my pockets

Stick out like a tumor, for the consumers

I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb

To make you hibernate sooner, certified lunatic

My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna

Kahunas, raw for the able key movers

All over the hood like them Crooked I coolers

Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver

Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up

I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss

Like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist

Sike, I can afford it, less I slaughtered

Three platinum niggaz and none of 'em prerecorded

KRS-One need to be runnin' for office

So Butter Pecan Rican tell them to get off his

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