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• Artiste: Boogie Down Productions
• Titre: We in There
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Yeah ah back to that old shit! For all you fake ass teachers out there Aiyyo Kris break this shit up! The type of lyrical terrorism I present Educates people at the same time pays my rent You've been hearin' me now for the past twelve semesters When the suckers stepped up I had to use the drastic measures I know you want to step to me kid! But you're thinkin' "Damn Kris is kinda big!" Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year From your eye drops a tear I don't play that shit, I play that hit Your whole gangsta image is not legit You heard "Criminal Minded", and bit the whole shit Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong Don't even think about battling with a song You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed With your ribcage crushed Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks You know my fuckin' name Blastmaster KRS is thinkin' long range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah Yeah we in there, yeah yeah Yeah we in there, yeah yeah Yeah we in there, yeah yeah They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison (You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) Who you kiddin'? You're only tryin' to rock a party You ain't really down to shoot nobody So why you frontin'? Sayin' from the cops you be runnin' In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl Until your ass is bein' pumped by some faggot named Lionel In jail you ain't got respect You a fairy, I'll be takin' your commissary And the picture of your sister, mister As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed I'm just thinkin' long range People died so I can rhyme You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak shit You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick Plus you're on my dick Changin' the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know my fuckin' name! Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D from Long Island Heather B, Ska-Danks D-Square, Sidney Mills Ha-ohhhh go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn! Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!) The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx, argh!