The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics

    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

    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

    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!

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