Boogie Down Productions - Breath Control lyrics
[Boogie Down Productions - Breath Control lyrics]
With DJ Scott LaRock and KRS-One
With D-Nice you know the job is done
I know because I'm KRS-One, yo check this out
Breath control here's an example
I appeal, to the +Criminal Minded+
You can't find it, boy you're still blinded
Why don't you open your eyes and stop DISSIN
Get a prescription to listen
Sit in the class and ask real
Fast about a FRESH RAP
You're gettin left back, set back, kept back
Get back, I don't accept that material
Your rhymes are artificially
Flavored like cereal
I like clarity, so when you come here
Speak clear and concise and then I might give
A little slack to nah
Wait - I take that back
If you're wack, I'll slap, fuck THAT!
Boogie Down Productions back
Simply cause we never left
The radical sounds of KRS
What a mess, to roll up and then 'fess
Wild guess huh
You thought you were the best?
But - yup yup - as it always turns out
You get burned out, your rhymes just run out
I immediately come out, BOOMIN dope and
Don't provoke, you're walkin a very thin rope
Not even rope
The word I'm lookin for is string
When I sing, I sing to try and bring
Enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin it
Radio's fightin it, the fans be likin it
Your face I'm wipin it
Cause your mouth is dirty
You're unworthy to THINK that
You can serve me
You heard me? These styles are universal
You need rehearsal, wait, first I'll
Beef up the system, rhyth, rhymin, timin
Climbin then realizing
As producer of this dope record huh
I think it's time we break for a second
Breath control
That's it, that's it, that's it
Break is over, back to the track
Resume attack, on the crews that are wack
We don't lack, I mean, we don't like
The played out styles when
We're rockin the mic
The radical rebel at level fifteen
The amp only goes to ten
You know what I mean?
As it seems, it seems that you're doomed
Yes I'll boom and consume the WHOLE room
Not a part, not a fraction or a sum
But ALL, capital KRS-One b-d-b-d-b-d-b-d-p
Takin MC's out constantly!
Because you're no big deal
You're no big wheel
You steal, come before me and kneel but
I'm not a king, I'm not a queen
I'm not a ace
I'm not a jack, I'm not a MC or a playboy
And I just ain't wack
I feel that you should get an understanding
You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming
Hypothetically, or in reality
Takin you out, is a SMALL technicality
Rhymes like these, or rhymes like THIS ONE
Comes in handy, while I diss some
Soft silly low budget sucker like yourself
I got the style you need
In my house on the shelf
Labelled, sucker boy style
I like to do it every once in a while
With D-Nice you know the job is done
I know because I'm KRS-One, yo check this out
Breath control here's an example
I appeal, to the +Criminal Minded+
You can't find it, boy you're still blinded
Why don't you open your eyes and stop DISSIN
Get a prescription to listen
Sit in the class and ask real
Fast about a FRESH RAP
You're gettin left back, set back, kept back
Get back, I don't accept that material
Your rhymes are artificially
Flavored like cereal
I like clarity, so when you come here
Speak clear and concise and then I might give
A little slack to nah
Wait - I take that back
If you're wack, I'll slap, fuck THAT!
Boogie Down Productions back
Simply cause we never left
The radical sounds of KRS
What a mess, to roll up and then 'fess
Wild guess huh
You thought you were the best?
But - yup yup - as it always turns out
You get burned out, your rhymes just run out
I immediately come out, BOOMIN dope and
Don't provoke, you're walkin a very thin rope
Not even rope
The word I'm lookin for is string
When I sing, I sing to try and bring
Enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin it
Radio's fightin it, the fans be likin it
Your face I'm wipin it
Cause your mouth is dirty
You're unworthy to THINK that
You can serve me
You heard me? These styles are universal
You need rehearsal, wait, first I'll
Beef up the system, rhyth, rhymin, timin
Climbin then realizing
As producer of this dope record huh
I think it's time we break for a second
Breath control
That's it, that's it, that's it
Break is over, back to the track
Resume attack, on the crews that are wack
We don't lack, I mean, we don't like
The played out styles when
We're rockin the mic
The radical rebel at level fifteen
The amp only goes to ten
You know what I mean?
As it seems, it seems that you're doomed
Yes I'll boom and consume the WHOLE room
Not a part, not a fraction or a sum
But ALL, capital KRS-One b-d-b-d-b-d-b-d-p
Takin MC's out constantly!
Because you're no big deal
You're no big wheel
You steal, come before me and kneel but
I'm not a king, I'm not a queen
I'm not a ace
I'm not a jack, I'm not a MC or a playboy
And I just ain't wack
I feel that you should get an understanding
You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming
Hypothetically, or in reality
Takin you out, is a SMALL technicality
Rhymes like these, or rhymes like THIS ONE
Comes in handy, while I diss some
Soft silly low budget sucker like yourself
I got the style you need
In my house on the shelf
Labelled, sucker boy style
I like to do it every once in a while