Boogie Down Productions, Willie D, Kenny Parker - We in There lyrics
[Boogie Down Productions, Willie D, Kenny Parker - We in There lyrics]
Yeah ahh, 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
They are in there
Like you'll soon be in prison
(faggot, your ass you'll be giving)
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 commisary
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 off 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!
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, ARRRRRRGH!
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
They are in there
Like you'll soon be in prison
(faggot, your ass you'll be giving)
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 commisary
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 off 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!
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, ARRRRRRGH!