The Style You Haven't Done Yet Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

KRS-One. 

Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye 

Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye 

Come in! 

Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin' 

But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin' 

They're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it 

Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it 

Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer 

Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser 

And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong 

With those that perform their song on and on 

And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific 

This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted 

I speak to you, not at you to attack you 

Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue 

So now I ax you or tell you people literally 

When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me 

Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry 

Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me 

KR... nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet 

Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet 

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Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! 

Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! 

Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! 

Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye 

Run it, son, plumb it you bum 

Don't you know that it's KRS-One 

That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung 

I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run 

Cos only the suckers want a chance at that 

To see if KRS-One is really all that 

Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back 

Because the teacher that you see is not wack 

I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made 

Three albums, a triple-layer cake 

And throw it in your face you waste 

Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race 

While I whip you whine, you're out of touch 

I'm out of time, here's another rhyme 

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(The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh 

yes, dude. Yes) 

(What's the name of that crew? B.D.P) 

(Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew)