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BDP (Boogie Down Productions) - "The Kenny Parker Show"
Lyrics to The Kenny Parker Show : Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse This is our 4th album and were STILL not takin no shorts Yeah.. ha hah! On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker As we say he cant get no darker All about action, not a fast talker All the whick whack sucker DJs gotta try much harder My man Willie Willie Willie D Taggin up BDP with a fat marker And THIS, is whats on todays 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 Cmon! * crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while * Ha hah Well its 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 Im 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 hell go second Ill 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 Ill go third, and hell go fourth By the fifth youre dissed cause you lost Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth well Ill 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 thats my secret baby Heres a hint: the public pays me So you can call me a public servant Not a King but a teacher, Ill believe I earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike If I walk to a jam well Ill rock the mic Gimme a chance and Ill rock the house But dont let a sucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If its a crew, theyll have to untangle Adidas, Nikes, arms, mics Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike Step right up if thats what you like But watch your head cause itll 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 youre sellin out to white As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alllllright" I am your mentor Victory is mine, its 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 dont know or cant remember, cant recall, cant 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 Ill erase your whole rap Tell you right now I aint TRYIN to hear that I dont 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 Youre puttin out a record expectin to chart but its weak, but when you speak through the microphone You fail to realize nope youre 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, youre 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, Id rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic mystics, with macho poses If you aint for black youre down for Guns n Roses Yeah! Cmon! Throw your hands in the sky And wave em from side to side And if youre in this life just gettin by Somebody say, ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJs 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! [ The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics ]
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