The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

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 

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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 

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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!