The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics
| Song | The Kenny Parker Show |
| Artist | Boogie Down Productions |
| Album | Edutainment |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : D Nice, D Square, Mills ... | |
| Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty bdp posse | |
| This is our 4th album and we're still not takin no shorts | |
| Yeah.. ha hah! | |
| On the wheels of steel, is kenny parker | |
| As we say he can't get no darker | |
| All about action, not a fast talker | |
| All the whick whack sucker dj's | |
| Gotta try much harder | |
| My man willie willie willie d | |
| Taggin up bdp with a fat marker | |
| And this, is what's on today's charter | |
| Ha hah hah | |
| All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air | |
| Bdp rockin without no fear | |
| So kenny parker if you know what time it is | |
| Throw the funky fresh beat in like this | |
| C'mon! | |
| * crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while * | |
| Ha hah | |
| Well it's me, down with bdp | |
| Krs-one rocks any party | |
| Rocks the beats, and the breaks | |
| Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes | |
| The suckers shake, while i'm creatin | |
| They get together and they start debatin | |
| How can we take him out one time? | |
| So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme | |
| I might go first, and he'll go second | |
| I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "just checkin the mic" | |
| Droppin fresh styles i like | |
| So throw up your hands and drop your mic | |
| Cause i'll go third, and he'll go fourth | |
| By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost | |
| Six is your beatdown, your title is seven | |
| Takin out your four man crew makes eleven | |
| By the twelveth well i'll go for self | |
| Rockin new york like no one else | |
| You can check any rapper from seventy-eight | |
| A few have rocked their whole career straight | |
| Some had dope twelve inches, count em | |
| But not many crews had slammin albums | |
| Bdp rocks consistently | |
| From _criminal minded_ to 1990 | |
| Why? well that's my secret baby | |
| Here's a hint: the public pays me | |
| So you can call me a public servant | |
| Not a king but a teacher, i'll believe i earned it | |
| So i just walk, or ride my bike | |
| If i walk to a jam well i'll rock the mic | |
| Gimme a chance and i'll rock the house | |
| But don't let a sucker try to take me out | |
| Cause male or female, i will strangle | |
| If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle | |
| Adidas, nike's, arms, mics | |
| Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike | |
| Step right up if that's what you like | |
| But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite | |
| In the night at a height right for flight | |
| Way out of sight, you bite, i recite | |
| My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white | |
| As your faggot dj would say, "well alllllright" | |
| I am your mentor | |
| Victory is mine, it's time you surrender | |
| Sucker! and just back up quickly | |
| Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me | |
| Or outwit me with the style that i created | |
| Years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show | |
| Oh, all of a sudden you don't know | |
| Or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind | |
| That rhyme that place do not chase | |
| I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face | |
| In case you bass i'll erase your whole rap | |
| Tell you right now i ain't tryin to hear that | |
| I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo | |
| I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew | |
| I deny your existence as artists | |
| You're puttin out a record expectin to chart | |
| But it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone | |
| You fail to realize nope you're not alone | |
| On the earth, the light comes forth as krs | |
| Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh | |
| I snatch the mic and shed light | |
| Behave, you're still a 20th century slave | |
| Headed for the grave in a wave | |
| So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk | |
| And put a little pep in your step | |
| Krs-one will destroy any ignorant reputation | |
| In the nation, in creation | |
| Princes, kings, queens, or any occupation | |
| Like rappers with nuttin to say | |
| I crush those idiots and throw em away | |
| Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, i'd rather | |
| Gather together and splatter whatever | |
| Egotistic mystics, with macho poses | |
| If you ain't for black you're down for guns 'n' roses | |
| Yeah! c'mon! | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| And wave em from side to side | |
| And if you're in this life just gettin by | |
| Somebody say, alright! (alright!) alright! (alright!) | |
| Dj kenny parker takin out these sucker dj's | |
| My man willie d, never in a daze, ha hah | |
| We got symone in the house | |
| We got, d-square in the house | |
| We got ms. melodie rockin the soundset | |
| My man d-nice, hit it! |
| zuo ci : D Nice, D Square, Mills ... | |
| Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty bdp posse | |
| This is our 4th album and we' re still not takin no shorts | |
| Yeah.. ha hah! | |
| On the wheels of steel, is kenny parker | |
| As we say he can' t get no darker | |
| All about action, not a fast talker | |
| All the whick whack sucker dj' s | |
| Gotta try much harder | |
| My man willie willie willie d | |
| Taggin up bdp with a fat marker | |
| And this, is what' s on today' s charter | |
| Ha hah hah | |
| All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air | |
| Bdp rockin without no fear | |
| So kenny parker if you know what time it is | |
| Throw the funky fresh beat in like this | |
| C' mon! | |
| crowd chants " go, go, go, go" for a while | |
| Ha hah | |
| Well it' s me, down with bdp | |
| Krsone rocks any party | |
| Rocks the beats, and the breaks | |
| Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes | |
| The suckers shake, while i' m creatin | |
| They get together and they start debatin | |
| How can we take him out one time? | |
| So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme | |
| I might go first, and he' ll go second | |
| I' ll wreck him, deck him, say to him, " just checkin the mic" | |
| Droppin fresh styles i like | |
| So throw up your hands and drop your mic | |
| Cause i' ll go third, and he' ll go fourth | |
| By the fifth you' re dissed cause you lost | |
| Six is your beatdown, your title is seven | |
| Takin out your four man crew makes eleven | |
| By the twelveth well i' ll go for self | |
| Rockin new york like no one else | |
| You can check any rapper from seventyeight | |
| A few have rocked their whole career straight | |
| Some had dope twelve inches, count em | |
| But not many crews had slammin albums | |
| Bdp rocks consistently | |
| From _criminal minded_ to 1990 | |
| Why? well that' s my secret baby | |
| Here' s a hint: the public pays me | |
| So you can call me a public servant | |
| Not a king but a teacher, i' ll believe i earned it | |
| So i just walk, or ride my bike | |
| If i walk to a jam well i' ll rock the mic | |
| Gimme a chance and i' ll rock the house | |
| But don' t let a sucker try to take me out | |
| Cause male or female, i will strangle | |
| If it' s a crew, they' ll have to untangle | |
| Adidas, nike' s, arms, mics | |
| Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike | |
| Step right up if that' s what you like | |
| But watch your head cause it' ll fly like a kite | |
| In the night at a height right for flight | |
| Way out of sight, you bite, i recite | |
| My style is bright, still you' re sellin out to white | |
| As your faggot dj would say, " well alllllright" | |
| I am your mentor | |
| Victory is mine, it' s time you surrender | |
| Sucker! and just back up quickly | |
| Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me | |
| Or outwit me with the style that i created | |
| Years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show | |
| Oh, all of a sudden you don' t know | |
| Or can' t remember, can' t recall, can' t bring to mind | |
| That rhyme that place do not chase | |
| I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face | |
| In case you bass i' ll erase your whole rap | |
| Tell you right now i ain' t tryin to hear that | |
| I don' t dress up to rap or keep a hairdo | |
| I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew | |
| I deny your existence as artists | |
| You' re puttin out a record expectin to chart | |
| But it' s weak, but when you speak through the microphone | |
| You fail to realize nope you' re not alone | |
| On the earth, the light comes forth as krs | |
| Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh | |
| I snatch the mic and shed light | |
| Behave, you' re still a 20th century slave | |
| Headed for the grave in a wave | |
| So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk | |
| And put a little pep in your step | |
| Krsone will destroy any ignorant reputation | |
| In the nation, in creation | |
| Princes, kings, queens, or any occupation | |
| Like rappers with nuttin to say | |
| I crush those idiots and throw em away | |
| Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, i' d rather | |
| Gather together and splatter whatever | |
| Egotistic mystics, with macho poses | |
| If you ain' t for black you' re down for guns ' n' roses | |
| Yeah! c' mon! | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| And wave em from side to side | |
| And if you' re in this life just gettin by | |
| Somebody say, alright! alright! alright! alright! | |
| Dj kenny parker takin out these sucker dj' s | |
| My man willie d, never in a daze, ha hah | |
| We got symone in the house | |
| We got, dsquare in the house | |
| We got ms. melodie rockin the soundset | |
| My man dnice, hit it! |
| zuò cí : D Nice, D Square, Mills ... | |
| Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty bdp posse | |
| This is our 4th album and we' re still not takin no shorts | |
| Yeah.. ha hah! | |
| On the wheels of steel, is kenny parker | |
| As we say he can' t get no darker | |
| All about action, not a fast talker | |
| All the whick whack sucker dj' s | |
| Gotta try much harder | |
| My man willie willie willie d | |
| Taggin up bdp with a fat marker | |
| And this, is what' s on today' s charter | |
| Ha hah hah | |
| All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air | |
| Bdp rockin without no fear | |
| So kenny parker if you know what time it is | |
| Throw the funky fresh beat in like this | |
| C' mon! | |
| crowd chants " go, go, go, go" for a while | |
| Ha hah | |
| Well it' s me, down with bdp | |
| Krsone rocks any party | |
| Rocks the beats, and the breaks | |
| Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes | |
| The suckers shake, while i' m creatin | |
| They get together and they start debatin | |
| How can we take him out one time? | |
| So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme | |
| I might go first, and he' ll go second | |
| I' ll wreck him, deck him, say to him, " just checkin the mic" | |
| Droppin fresh styles i like | |
| So throw up your hands and drop your mic | |
| Cause i' ll go third, and he' ll go fourth | |
| By the fifth you' re dissed cause you lost | |
| Six is your beatdown, your title is seven | |
| Takin out your four man crew makes eleven | |
| By the twelveth well i' ll go for self | |
| Rockin new york like no one else | |
| You can check any rapper from seventyeight | |
| A few have rocked their whole career straight | |
| Some had dope twelve inches, count em | |
| But not many crews had slammin albums | |
| Bdp rocks consistently | |
| From _criminal minded_ to 1990 | |
| Why? well that' s my secret baby | |
| Here' s a hint: the public pays me | |
| So you can call me a public servant | |
| Not a king but a teacher, i' ll believe i earned it | |
| So i just walk, or ride my bike | |
| If i walk to a jam well i' ll rock the mic | |
| Gimme a chance and i' ll rock the house | |
| But don' t let a sucker try to take me out | |
| Cause male or female, i will strangle | |
| If it' s a crew, they' ll have to untangle | |
| Adidas, nike' s, arms, mics | |
| Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike | |
| Step right up if that' s what you like | |
| But watch your head cause it' ll fly like a kite | |
| In the night at a height right for flight | |
| Way out of sight, you bite, i recite | |
| My style is bright, still you' re sellin out to white | |
| As your faggot dj would say, " well alllllright" | |
| I am your mentor | |
| Victory is mine, it' s time you surrender | |
| Sucker! and just back up quickly | |
| Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me | |
| Or outwit me with the style that i created | |
| Years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show | |
| Oh, all of a sudden you don' t know | |
| Or can' t remember, can' t recall, can' t bring to mind | |
| That rhyme that place do not chase | |
| I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face | |
| In case you bass i' ll erase your whole rap | |
| Tell you right now i ain' t tryin to hear that | |
| I don' t dress up to rap or keep a hairdo | |
| I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew | |
| I deny your existence as artists | |
| You' re puttin out a record expectin to chart | |
| But it' s weak, but when you speak through the microphone | |
| You fail to realize nope you' re not alone | |
| On the earth, the light comes forth as krs | |
| Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh | |
| I snatch the mic and shed light | |
| Behave, you' re still a 20th century slave | |
| Headed for the grave in a wave | |
| So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk | |
| And put a little pep in your step | |
| Krsone will destroy any ignorant reputation | |
| In the nation, in creation | |
| Princes, kings, queens, or any occupation | |
| Like rappers with nuttin to say | |
| I crush those idiots and throw em away | |
| Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, i' d rather | |
| Gather together and splatter whatever | |
| Egotistic mystics, with macho poses | |
| If you ain' t for black you' re down for guns ' n' roses | |
| Yeah! c' mon! | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| And wave em from side to side | |
| And if you' re in this life just gettin by | |
| Somebody say, alright! alright! alright! alright! | |
| Dj kenny parker takin out these sucker dj' s | |
| My man willie d, never in a daze, ha hah | |
| We got symone in the house | |
| We got, dsquare in the house | |
| We got ms. melodie rockin the soundset | |
| My man dnice, hit it! |
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