Текст песни Boogie Down Productions - Ya Slippin`
Boogie Down Productions - Ya Slippin` слова песни
(Yo man these people around here in `87 just slippin dough you know
what
I`m sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin dough so hold ya
hands you
know what I`m sayin? (word) Yo! What`s goin` on? Mr. Magic you know
what
happened? He slipped on us he die. Pumpin KISS FM we rock. To my man
DJ
Red Alert we chillin` (word). Yo man! Yo do heard about man this
shit
about this kid Wearin` the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was
slippin`.
Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no
description was
given)
Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known as the caution:
Do not attempt to dis cuz you`ll soften
Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress
You can`t match this style or attack this
While I`m telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with K-R-S and I`ll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those who wanna battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
You come into the place with that look on your face
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume you`re doomed when you step in the room
I`ll be the witch and you`ll be the broom
I`ll ride you, guide you into the concrete
I`ll slide you to a funky beat
So what do we have here?
A sucka in fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you`re fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you`re a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six you`re slapped
At five you`re just wacked
At four you`re lost
At three, you`re just soft
At two you`re an ass
At one, you`re a dick
But before you slip, I`ll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin`
(Yo get my slip on, I`m chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on,
crop D,
and I`ll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I`ll come back if I miss
you,
sayin?)
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
First a bass, a snare
A little cut over there
I add my name K-R-S
And the shit becomes fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts
Layin` down a power play all the suckas are tought
One again, the tactics of original arts
We`re gettin` payed to the end cuz we were down from the start
We`re known as Boogie Down Productions, ain`t no B-boy stance
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance
We`re goin` off and of course all ya suckas are lost
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You`ve come to the source
Because I`m the type of guy who`s not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
One after another, another to the next
Can`t rhyme when you`re tense, or your muscles won`t flex
Check your larynx
It may get lower havin` sex
Or may get higher
When bustin` as a liar
These are the things I teach so be tought
To me you`re kinda short, how many battles have you fought?
If you come up with a number, notebook, or list
It just doesn`t matter, you can still get dissed
I`m bringin` back that ol` New York rap
That gets you jacked while you`re hands still clap
It`s funny
Just dissin` you I can make money
But noone`s tippin`
My message is simple: Ya` slippin!
(They slippin`-dough-1987-they spippin`, but we goin` all the way to
the top
man (word)-you know what I`m sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you`re large,
I`m
sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They`re slippin`)
E-N-O, S-R-K
When you go through other albums, you`re sure to say
Goddam! They all seem to sound alike
Till you hear the crew standin` over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
I`m proud to be down with the winning team
So don`t ever in your life even think about an arguement
Cuz you`ll get walked on like carpet
We`ll pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on you`re head and you`re off
But you won`t even change that to say instead
I`m down cuz I got a BDP on my head
So just before you inherit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin`
(Yo! They slippin`-dough, they slippin`-dough, they slippin`-word up,
I
don`t care no more, man, I`m commin` out of the shell-dough, they
slippin`
man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what
I`m
saying? This other kid-I don`t know what his name is, but you know
what time
it is. (WORD UP!) He`s slippin` too (everybody). Slippin`, and
everytime
he do somethin`, he`s slippin`. Slippin`.)