(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 'cause 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   'Cause 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 'cause 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      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'.)