Like A Throttle Lyrics - Sex And Violence - Boogie Down Productions

*snapping fingers and singing* 

Ha ha, hah hah! da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo 

You wanna test me are you stupid? 

Gotta be out of your f**kin mind 

Krs-one is the don, seen? 

Come down kenny park-ah!! 

Hahaha, you know 

I don't know what your management be tellin you 

I don't know what your producers be tellin you 

But yo, you step this way 

You're gettin played, out of position 

So let me give you a little style 

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Everytime krs-one steps in the jam 

The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand 

Brooklyn's ready uptown's in the house 

Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out 

That's it! none of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's 

You either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics 

But mc's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful 

None of em lyrical but their ego is critical 

Like I said I'm not a muslim but to allah I'm obedient 

Some mc's on the mic become muslims when it's convenient 

And I've seen it! 

Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it 

Others are dreamin it with sex me and do me and 

I'd rather listen to the brand nubians 

You know it's funny everybody wants money 

And material things from cars and chicken wings 

When they sing, they sing for the cash 

They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash 

You get respect by bein creative 

And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality 

In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta? 

If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex? 

If you believe in allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check? 

All of this is incorrect 

First should always come respect 

The charts are not equal to the respect of the people 

Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble 

They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model 

Right on stage, you'll get a bottle 

You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle 

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I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me 

I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe 

Don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry 

You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry 

You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy 

But I'm a parker so I'll play you like monopoly 

Don't entertain the thought of droppin me 

To think of me as anything less than your teacher 

Crazy you got to be 

These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily 

I rip it up constantly 

You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle 

The teacher will come, again and again and again and again 

To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend 

So-when-their-lyrics-finish-krs-one-just-begin 

Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end 

So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better 

Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather 

Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync 

To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face 

And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace 

Just in case, get the f**k out my face I run this place 

You're lucky you're from the same race 

A simple technique will keep you on beat 

With the style from the street you compete with the elite 

That's weak -- flashin gold and can't speak 

I seek the direction of the brown complexion 

So every year, I appear somewhere 

That you hear my dear to get one thing clear 

Whether on welfare or millionaire 

Don't step to this here or you outta here 

Allow me now to please change the gear? and-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!?? we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah? 

Let's get back to the hip-hop 

You come into the place you can't look in my face 

Cause the light is bright and I'm towering in height 

See there are millions of stars in the sky 

When the sun appears none are visible to the eye 

Why, the reason is the sun is the sun 

You can't possibly rock, until I'm done 

And finished, and like the evening I'll fade 

But when I return you'll cry for more shade 

So check the dancestyle cause I am not 

Softening up it's time that I rock and sing 

Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling! 

But instead bring intellect pon ting 

Cause you can inject ignorance in rap 

But kenny parker ain't tryin to hear that