Текст песни Boogie Down Productions - 7 Dee Jays, слова песни Boogie Down Productions

Текст песни Boogie Down Productions - 7 Dee Jays

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[KRS-One]YES! Chillin in the place right nowHarmony and Heather B, Ms. MelodieDJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny ParkerAnd of course we are gettin MUCH DARKERBecause the Africanism is in EFFECTSo check it out, MAN!And try not to bite the lyricsPOI!So come in now with the chorus of the dayBecause we don`t playChorus: KRS-OneIt takes 7 Dee Jays to control a soundIt takes one soundsystem playin music loudIt takes 7 Dee Jays to control a soundBut D-Nice, you`re gonna make the party live[D-Nice]Bust it, yoI love to diss whores, I love to do toursMakin young ladies just drop their drawersand when they drop em, I don`t kick em, check itLike the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"From that point on, I say we`re on for the nightBut I love it when the girl just call me D-NiceAnd if she gets bold and try to ask for a feeI say, "Please hoe, it`s all about me"[Heather B]It`s not the star spangled banner or the red white and bluebut the underground sister from the Edutainment crewSo what you do, is back up if you work for BushCause all the Presidential prison pushin politiciansgotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKAYou beat down my father and you raped my mother AfricaAnd now you wanna laugh at herI feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin yaSnatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin herto find out she`s a man without a manicureGo to President DeKlerk without askin herand BUST SOME SHOTS for South AfricaAnd if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin herfor every freedom fighter start crashin herAnd then Heather B will get nastierand pull out my two shot derringerCause yes, Heather B comes classierCause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainermakes up the dope crew called, EdutainerYou`ll find the law of balance on the two turntablesSo look out for the FRESH Edutainer label[KRS-One]Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah![Jamal-Ski] {best guess}Jump up and be upon the mic and stick emCome follow me the man me work for the micThey call me top celebrityMe bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-lyMe nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uziBut I kill run a leggin on Misses DanceeBLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the donYou hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical championMe bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya doneMe read from Genesis unto RelevationMe nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-panMe have armitage, me have enough styleeMe whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna[KRS-One]Come in de dance with the NUFF styleeAnd KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony[Harmony]Now I`m comin to the dancehall, everybody callfollow me follow me, Sister HarmonyI perk, perk, perk, perk you up-aYou don`t need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-aPerk, perk, perk, perk you up-aYou don`t need no coffee, let me, fill your cupI`m a, stimulator, administratorActivator, initiatorCaptivator, originatorPerculator, perk you upIt`s Harmony, the minor keyThat moves with the rhythm passionatelyI ain`t ego trippin I do it humblyCause everybody`s bound to hear the sound of BDPIt`s easy, for me you seeI ain`t the one or the two, I`m the threeAnd three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it`s the magic numberrr (badda-ba-ba-by-by)Chorus: KRS-OneIt takes 7 Dee Jays to control a soundIt takes one soundsystem playin music loudIt takes 7 Dee Jays to control a soundBut KRS, you`re gonna make the party live[KRS-One]Well now it`s Blastmaster KRS-OneWhen we come in the dance, my lyrics not donePray to my father cause yes me are the sonCause you are the guide and my pro-tectionAny sucker MC must run comeKyan`t test the Boogie Down Production manMove ya ras claat, BDP stand alone1990 lyrics `pon the microphoneEvery posse KNOW we come in the dancewe teach reality-ta-tee an`reality, reality-ta-ta-teeWe nah deal with sickness and negativityWe come up in the dance in the ruff styleeIn the discipline KRS-One is just a flyerCome up in the dance with my man called Edi AyahOn the con-sole we have the man D-SquareCome up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ahCome up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ahat George Bush, cause him D my niggaKRS-One, him the President comeThe crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de[Ms. Melodie]Comin live and direct in full effectMs. M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic checkWell I`m up in your face like the wind from a blizzardGot my wrap around your throat, like you`re chokin on a gizzardIf someone said, well damn, who is it?It`s Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it[?]Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracyThe way they treat blacks, in white societyIt`s erection rebellion, revolution uprisinTakin no shorts, because JAH is guidinGovernment they try to manage and ruleDictate, regulate, and perpetrate the foolThat`s why I search, explore, inspect, investigateDrop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates[KRS-One]Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ahKill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ahKRS-One, boy, must come fi straighterComin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ahEvery posse know me come in the dance not laterCome in early, every posse captivatorKRS-One, and enough herb gate-ahCome up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ahKRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ahKRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-amKRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ahKRS-One, me come to nice up any jamMe comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ahDown with the set is a Harmony-ahMs. Melodie and my man Kenny P ahCome in Jam and look at what a raw stylee[Jamal-Ski] {best gues}Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanentPick-a-dig-dinnyJump up upon me come to run it againMe work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friendTell your mudda and tell you faddaand tell your sista and yuh brudaA when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ MurderahhMe lyrical champion, they call me lyrical championLyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOWLyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH ITOil the mic and ah, me on the jamJump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an` awhen me do that, the dancehall fi runSome of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell ganjahBut I`m the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylahAnd me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainerNow, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankinTop celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah!Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankinI`m the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ahWhat dey call me, BDP posse an` aJamal now can rewind styleeRewind circulate, never ever imitateWhen me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem greatTest me, and you`ll, test your fateBLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an` acome in now KRS-One, an` a[KRS-One]Ma-ma, ma-ma, maMa-ma, ma-ma, maMa-ma-ma-ma, maMe a melt down the sound-ah

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