We In There Lyrics - Sex And Violence - Boogie Down Productions

Yeah. ahh, back to that old shit! 

For all you FAKE-ass teachers out there 

Aiyyo Kris. break this shit up! 

(KRS-One) 

The type of lyrical terrorism I present 

Educates people, at the same time pays my rent 

You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters 

When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures 

I know you want to step to me kid! 

But you're thinkin, "Damn, Kris is kinda big!" 

Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care 

And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year 

From your eye drops a tear 

I don't play that shit, I play that hit 

Your whole gangsta image is not legit 

You heard Criminal Minded, and bit the whole shit 

Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong 

Don't even think about battling with a song 

You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff 

You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed 

With your ribcage crushed 

Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks 

You know my FUCKIN name 

Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range! 

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Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X) 

(KRS-One) 

They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison 

(You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) 

Who you kiddin? You're only tryin to rock a party 

You ain't really down to shoot nobody 

So why you frontin? Sayin from the cops you be runnin 

In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning 

You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl 

Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel 

In jail you ain't got respect 

You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary 

And the picture of your sister, mister 

As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her 

This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed 

I'm just thinkin LONG range 

People died so I can rhyme. 

you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? 

Step up with that weak shit 

You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick 

Plus you're on my dick 

Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct 

You know my FUCKIN name! 

Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range! 

Photos 

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*) 

KRS. Kenny Parker. Willie D. from Long Island 

Heather B. Ska-Danks. 

D-Square. Sidney Mills. 

Ha-ohhhh. go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn! 

Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!) 

The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx! 

Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! 

Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! 

Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!