Ya Slippin'

Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit
At seven-a mothafucka
I add my name K-R-S
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress
Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal
My message is simple Ya' slippin
Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they
Sayin?)
I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom
It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed
But noone's tippin'
We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we were down from the start
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light
But you won't even change that to say instead
What time
At nine you suck
Given)
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'
'Cause homeboy, ya slippin'
Do not attempt to dis 'cause you'll soften
Total domination on stage
At two you're an ass
Or may get higher
While I'm telling you, write on schedule
I'll slide you to a funky beat
Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance

Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought
Goddam! They all seem to sound alike
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
Just dissin' you I can make money
That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap
A sucka in fear
We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost
I'm proud to be down with the winning team
It may get lower havin' sex
Slippin'
When bustin' as a liar
At one, you're a dick
First a bass, a snare
I snatched your heart
Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')

(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D
So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement
At ten you're fucked
You come into the place with that look on your face
I understand that music calms the savage beast
These are the things I teach so be tought
I

(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top
I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head
So what do we have here?
If you come up with a number, notebook, or list
Those who wanna battle, I know who you are
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
At three, you're just soft
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
But before you slip, I'll whip
I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap
A little cut over there
We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
I'm
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
This is the warning, known as the caution
So just before you inherit that ass kicking

E-N-O, S-R-K
Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
Put it way up on the chart
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex
At five you're just wacked
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
At six you're slapped
Word up
One after another, another to the next
One again, the tactics of original arts
And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you

Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm
When you go through other albums, you're sure to say
At four you're lost
Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
You can't match this style or attack this
At eight you're a sucker
It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source
About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'
We'll pick you up, and dust you off
Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what
Check your larynx
To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?
So assume you're doomed when you step in the room
Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet
Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know
And the shit becomes fresh
Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you
I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete
Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was
Everytime
It's funny
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts