Текст песни Boogie Down Productions - Like a Throttle
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[KRS-One]*snapping fingers and singing*Ha ha, hah hah! Da-doo-doo-doo, do-dooYou wanna test me are you stupid?Gotta be out of your FUCKIN mindKRS-One is the DON, seen?Come down Kenny Park-ah!!Hahaha, you knowI don`t know what your management be tellin youI don`t know what your producers be tellin youBut yo, you step this wayYou`re gettin PLAYED, out of positionSo let me give you a little styleCheck it outEverytime KRS-One steps in the jamThe party is packed, he got the mic in his handBrooklyn`s ready Uptown`s in the houseKenny drops the beat and we turn the party outThat`s it! None of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it`syou either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyricsBut MC`s come half-assed, and lookin pitifulNone of em lyrical but their ego is criticalLike I said I`m not a Muslim but to Allah I`m obedientSome MC`s on the mic become Muslims when it`s CONVENIENTAnd I`ve seen it!Real Muslims praise Allah, and they mean itOthers are dreamin it with Sex Me and Do Me andI`d rather listen to the Brand NubiansYou know it`s funny everybody wants moneyAnd material things from cars and chicken wingsWhen they sing, they sing for the cashThey fail to realize, respect will outlast cashYou get respect by bein creativeand yes a native to your audience, so you know realityIn other words, if you ain`t a gangsta why play you a gangsta?If you ain`t a hoe, why sell sex?If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there`s a check?All of this is incorrectFirst should always come respectThe charts are not equal to the respect of the peopleTheir respect doesn`t weeble or wobbleThey know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin modelRight on stage, you`ll get a bottleYou`re-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttleI`m the freshest thing on the mic don`t mess with meI`m fresher than your grandmother`s fried chicken recipedon`t test me, you ain`t a chemist and I sure ain`t chemistryYou`re not a mathematician and my name ain`t geometryYou`re no astronomer why see me as astronomyBut I`m a Parker so I`ll play you like MonopolyDon`t entertain the thought of droppin meTo think of me as anything less than your teacherCrazy you got to beThese type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppilyI rip it up constantlyYou`re-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttleThe teacher will come, again and again and again and againTo set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blendSo-when-their-lyrics-finish-KRS-One-just-beginRIPPING up sucker teachers put their courage to an endSo once again, the trendsetter comes a lot betterForever too clever for a petty MC in leatherWhenever they decide, whatever I`m in syncThe lyrics I write, help me thinkto guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your faceAnd erase in haste the rhymes you embraceJust in case, get the FUCK out my face I run this placeYou`re lucky you`re from the same raceA simple technique will keep you on beatWith the style from the street you compete with the elitethat`s WEAK -- flashin gold and can`t speakI seek the direction of the brown complexionSo every year, I appear somewherethat you hear my dear to get one thing clearWhether on welfare or millionaireDon`t step to this here or you outta hereAllow me now to please change the gear?And-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!??We come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?Let`s get back to the hip-hopYou come into the place you can`t LOOK in my faceCause the light is bright and I`m towering in heightSee there are millions of stars in the skyWhen the sun appears none are visible to the eyeWhy, the reason is the sun is the sunYou can`t possibly rock, until I`m doneand finished, and like the evening I`ll fadeBut when I return you`ll cry for more shadeSo check the dancestyle cause I am notSoftening up it`s time that I rock and singNot about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!But instead bring intellect pon tingCause you can inject ignorance in rapBut Kenny Parker ain`t tryin to hear that