Breath Control Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

Breath Control Lyrics

    [krs-one] + [somebody beatboxing]
    Let me tell you bout a crew i know [ba bum bum]
    Called boogie down productions and they steal the show [ba bum bum]
    With dj scott larock and krs-one
    [ba-bum, ba-ba-bum, ba-bum-ba-bum-bababababababababa]
    With d-nice you know the job is done
    And i know [boom-ba-bum] oh yes i know [ba-boom-ba-bum]
    I know because i'm krs-one, yo check this out

    [beatbox continues in the background]

    [krs-one]
    Breath control.. here's an example
    I appeal, to the +criminal minded+
    You can't find it, boy you're still blinded
    Why don't you open your eyes and stop dissin
    Get a prescription to listen
    Sit in the class and ask real fast about a fresh rap
    You're gettin left back, set back, kept back
    Get back, i don't accept that material
    Your rhymes are artificially flavored like cereal
    I like clarity, so when you come here
    Speak clear and concise and then i might give
    A little slack to.. nah, wait - i take that back
    If you're wack, i'll slap, fuck that!
    Boogie down productions back, simply cause we never left
    The radical sounds of krs
    What a mess, to roll up and then 'fess
    Wild guess huh, you thought you were the best?
    But - yup yup - as it always turns out
    You get burned out, your rhymes just run out
    I immediately come out, boomin dope and
    Don't provoke, you're walkin a very thin rope
    Not even rope, the word i'm lookin for is string
    When i sing, i sing to try and bring
    Enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin it
    Radio's fightin it, the fans be likin it
    Your face i'm wipin it, cause your mouth is dirty
    You're unworthy to think that you can serve me
    You heard me? these styles are universal
    You need rehearsal, wait, first i'll
    Beef up the system, rhyth, rhymin, timin, climbin
    Then realizing
    As producer of this dope record huh
    I think it's time we break for a second

    Breath control..

    [krs-one]
    That's it, that's it, that's it
    Break is over, back to the track
    Resume attack, on the crews that are wack
    We don't lack, i mean, we don't like
    The played out styles when we're rockin the mic
    The radical rebel at level fifteen
    The amp only goes to ten, you know what i mean?
    As it seems, it seems that you're doomed
    Yes i'll boom and consume the whole room
    Not a part, not a fraction or a sum
    But all, capital krs-one
    B-d-b-d-b-d-b-d-p
    Takin mc's out constantly!
    Because you're no big deal, you're no big wheel
    You steal, come before me and kneel but
    I'm not a king, i'm not a queen, i'm not a ace
    I'm not a jack, i'm not a mc or a playboy
    And i just ain't wack
    I feel that you should get an understanding
    You might be jamming, but krs-one is slamming
    Hypothetically, or in reality
    Takin you out, is a small technicality
    Rhymes like these, or rhymes like this one
    Comes in handy, while i diss some
    Soft silly low budget sucker like yourself
    I got the style you need, in my house on the shelf
    Labelled, sucker boy style
    I like to do it every once in a while..

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