7 Dee Jays Lyrics - Singles - Boogie Down Productions

YES! Chillin in the place right now 

Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie 

DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker 

And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKER 

Because the Africanism is in EFFECT 

So check it out, MAN! 

And try not to bite the lyrics 

POI! 

So come in now with the of the day 

Because we don't play 

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KRS-One 

It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 

It takes one soundsystem playin music loud 

It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 

But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live 

Bust it, yo 

I love to diss whores, I love to do tours 

Makin young ladies just drop their drawers 

and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it 

Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!" 

From that point on, I say we're on for the night 

But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice 

And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee 

I say, "Please hoe, it's all about me" 

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It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue 

but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew 

So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush 

Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians 

gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA 

You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa 

And now you wanna laugh at her 

I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya 

Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her 

to find out she's a man without a manicure 

Go to President DeKlerk without askin her 

and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa 

And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her 

for every freedom fighter start crashin her 

And then Heather B will get nastier 

and pull out my two shot derringer 

Cause yes, Heather B comes classier 

Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer 

makes up the dope crew called, Edutainer 

You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables 

So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label 

Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! 

{best guess} 

Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em 

Come follow me the man me work for the mic 

They call me top celebrity 

Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly 

Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi 

But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee 

BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don 

You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion 

Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done 

Me read from Genesis unto Relevation 

Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan 

Me have armitage, me have enough stylee 

Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna 

Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee 

And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony 

Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call 

follow me follow me, Sister Harmony 

I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a 

You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a 

Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a 

You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup 

I'm a, stimulator, administrator 

Activator, initiator 

Captivator, originator 

Perculator, perk you up 

It's Harmony, the minor key 

That moves with the rhythm passionately 

I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly 

Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of BDP 

It's easy, for me you see 

I ain't the one or the two, I'm the three 

And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr 

(badda-ba-ba-by-by) 

KRS-One 

It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 

It takes one soundsystem playin music loud 

It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 

But KRS, you're gonna make the party live 

Well now it's Blastmaster KRS-One 

When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done 

Pray to my father cause yes me are the son 

Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection 

Any sucker MC must run come 

Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man 

Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone 

1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone 

Every posse KNOW we come in the dance 

we teach reality-ta-tee an' 

reality, reality-ta-ta-tee 

We nah deal with sickness and negativity 

We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee 

In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer 

Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah 

On the con-sole we have the man D-Square 

Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah 

Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah 

at George Bush, cause him D my nigga 

KRS-One, him the President come 

The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de 

Comin live and direct in full effect 

Ms. M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check 

Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard 

Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard 

If someone said, well damn, who is it? 

It's Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it 

Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy 

The way they treat blacks, in white society 

It's erection rebellion, revolution uprisin 

Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin 

Government they try to manage and rule 

Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool 

That's why I search, explore, inspect, investigate 

Drop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates 

Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah 

Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah 

KRS-One, boy, must come fi straighter 

Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah 

Every posse know me come in the dance not later 

Come in early, every posse captivator 

KRS-One, and enough herb gate-ah 

Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah 

KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah 

KRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-am 

KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah 

KRS-One, me come to nice up any jam 

Me comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ah 

Down with the set is a Harmony-ah 

Ms. Melodie and my man Kenny P ah 

Come in Jam and look at what a raw stylee 

{best gues} 

Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent 

Pick-a-dig-dinny 

Jump up upon me come to run it again 

Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend 

Tell your mudda and tell you fadda 

and tell your sista and yuh bruda 

A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh 

Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion 

Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOW 

Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH IT 

Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam 

Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a 

when me do that, the dancehall fi run 

Some of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell ganjah 

But I'm the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylah 

And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer 

Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin 

Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah! 

Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin 

I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ah 

What dey call me, BDP posse an' a 

Jamal now can rewind stylee 

Rewind circulate, never ever imitate 

When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great 

Test me, and you'll, test your fate 

BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a 

come in now KRS-One, an' a 

Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma 

Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma 

Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma 

Me a melt down the sound-ah 

Melt down the sound, come mi say melt down the sound-ah 

KRS-One, the master of the verb and noun ah 

Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner 

Kings, mash up, crown 

Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah 

Every posse know that we ah rule every sound 

Jump up in the dance and run every town ah 

DJ, nuff, clown 

Come up in the dance, BUCKS em right down ah 

If you a Prince we'll flood ya and you drown ah 

KRS-One ah, mash up better sound ah 

Satan in the dance, we a mash right down ah 

Down, to the ground 

KRS him have the number one sound 

Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound sound 

Number one sound WHAT in creation 

Play with yourself it's called masturbation 

Chop it off, castration 

Jesus Christ get the crucifixion 

Three days later, resurrection 

He's comin back, read Revelation 

Close the book, pick up your gun 

And fight in the African revolution 

Righteous man, get liberation 

Wicked man get execution 

It's called the battle of armageddeon 

Through my mouth is a translation 

Unto recknoning to circulation 

Nuff African education 

DJ Kenny Parker YES you are the don 

Edutainer teach nuff wisdom 

KRS-One 

It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 

It takes one soundsystem playin music loud 

It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 

But Scott LaRock, you're gonna make the party live 

It takes 

1 dee jay, jigga jay ah jay ah jay 

ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay ah jay 

It takes 1, jigga jay jay, a jigga jay jay 

ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay 

It takes a jigga to your face, a jigga jay jay 

ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga 

1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay 

1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a