7 Dee Jays

YES! Chillin in the place right now
 Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie
 DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker
 And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKER
 Because the Africanism is in EFFECT
 So check it out, MAN!
 And try not to bite the lyrics
 POI!
 So come in now with the of the day
 Because we don't play
 KRS-One
 It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
 It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
 It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
 But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
 Bust it, yo
 I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
 Makin young ladies just drop their drawers
 and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
 Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
 From that point on, I say we're on for the night
 But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice
 And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee
 I say, "Please hoe, it's all about me"
 It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
 but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew
 So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush
 Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians
 gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA
 You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
 And now you wanna laugh at her
 I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
 Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her
 to find out she's a man without a manicure
 Go to President DeKlerk without askin her
 and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa
 And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her
 for every freedom fighter start crashin her
 And then Heather B will get nastier
 and pull out my two shot derringer
 Cause yes, Heather B comes classier
 Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
 makes up the dope crew called, Edutainer
 You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
 So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
 Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
 {best guess}
 Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
 Come follow me the man me work for the mic
 They call me top celebrity
 Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly
 Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi
 But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee
 BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don
 You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion
 Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done
 Me read from Genesis unto Relevation
 Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan
 Me have armitage, me have enough stylee
 Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna
 Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee
 And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony
 Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call
 follow me follow me, Sister Harmony
 I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a
 You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a
 Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a
 You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup
 I'm a, stimulator, administrator
 Activator, initiator
 Captivator, originator
 Perculator, perk you up
 It's Harmony, the minor key
 That moves with the rhythm passionately
 I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly
 Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of BDP
 It's easy, for me you see
 I ain't the one or the two, I'm the three
 And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
 (badda-ba-ba-by-by)
 KRS-One
 It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
 It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
 It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
 But KRS, you're gonna make the party live
 Well now it's Blastmaster KRS-One
 When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done
 Pray to my father cause yes me are the son
 Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection
 Any sucker MC must run come
 Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man
 Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone
 1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone
 Every posse KNOW we come in the dance
 we teach reality-ta-tee an'
 reality, reality-ta-ta-tee
 We nah deal with sickness and negativity
 We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee
 In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer
 Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah
 On the con-sole we have the man D-Square
 Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah
 Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah
 at George Bush, cause him D my nigga
 KRS-One, him the President come
 The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de
 Comin live and direct in full effect
 Ms. M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
 Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
 Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
 If someone said, well damn, who is it?
 It's Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it
 Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy
 The way they treat blacks, in white society
 It's erection rebellion, revolution uprisin
 Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin
 Government they try to manage and rule
 Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool
 That's why I search, explore, inspect, investigate
 Drop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates
 Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah
 Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah
 KRS-One, boy, must come fi straighter
 Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah
 Every posse know me come in the dance not later
 Come in early, every posse captivator
 KRS-One, and enough herb gate-ah
 Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah
 KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah
 KRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-am
 KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah
 KRS-One, me come to nice up any jam
 Me comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ah
 Down with the set is a Harmony-ah
 Ms. Melodie and my man Kenny P ah
 Come in Jam and look at what a raw stylee
 {best gues}
 Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent
 Pick-a-dig-dinny
 Jump up upon me come to run it again
 Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend
 Tell your mudda and tell you fadda
 and tell your sista and yuh bruda
 A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh
 Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion
 Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOW
 Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH IT
 Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam
 Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a
 when me do that, the dancehall fi run
 Some of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell ganjah
 But I'm the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylah
 And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer
 Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin
 Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah!
 Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin
 I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ah
 What dey call me, BDP posse an' a
 Jamal now can rewind stylee
 Rewind circulate, never ever imitate
 When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great
 Test me, and you'll, test your fate
 BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a
 come in now KRS-One, an' a
 Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma
 Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma
 Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma
 Me a melt down the sound-ah
 Melt down the sound, come mi say melt down the sound-ah
 KRS-One, the master of the verb and noun ah
 Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner
 Kings, mash up, crown
 Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah
 Every posse know that we ah rule every sound
 Jump up in the dance and run every town ah
 DJ, nuff, clown
 Come up in the dance, BUCKS em right down ah
 If you a Prince we'll flood ya and you drown ah
 KRS-One ah, mash up better sound ah
 Satan in the dance, we a mash right down ah
 Down, to the ground
 KRS him have the number one sound
 Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound sound
 Number one sound WHAT in creation
 Play with yourself it's called masturbation
 Chop it off, castration
 Jesus Christ get the crucifixion
 Three days later, resurrection
 He's comin back, read Revelation
 Close the book, pick up your gun
 And fight in the African revolution
 Righteous man, get liberation
 Wicked man get execution
 It's called the battle of armageddeon
 Through my mouth is a translation
 Unto recknoning to circulation
 Nuff African education
 DJ Kenny Parker YES you are the don
 Edutainer teach nuff wisdom
 KRS-One
 It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
 It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
 It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
 But Scott LaRock, you're gonna make the party live
 It takes
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