We In There Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

We In There Lyrics

    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!

    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!

    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!

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