Like A Throttle

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*snapping fingers and singing*
 Ha ha, hah hah! da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo
 You wanna test me are you stupid?
 Gotta be out of your f**kin mind
 Krs-one is the don, seen?
 Come down kenny park-ah!!
 Hahaha, you know
 I don't know what your management be tellin you
 I don't know what your producers be tellin you
 But yo, you step this way
 You're gettin played, out of position
 So let me give you a little style
 Check it out
 Everytime krs-one steps in the jam
 The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand
 Brooklyn's ready uptown's in the house
 Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out
 That's it! none of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's
 You either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics
 But mc's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful
 None of em lyrical but their ego is critical
 Like I said I'm not a muslim but to allah I'm obedient
 Some mc's on the mic become muslims when it's convenient
 And I've seen it!
 Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it
 Others are dreamin it with sex me and do me and
 I'd rather listen to the brand nubians
 You know it's funny everybody wants money
 And material things from cars and chicken wings
 When they sing, they sing for the cash
 They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash
 You get respect by bein creative
 And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
 In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta?
 If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex?
 If you believe in allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check?
 All of this is incorrect
 First should always come respect
 The charts are not equal to the respect of the people
 Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble
 They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model
 Right on stage, you'll get a bottle
 You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle
 I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me
 I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
 Don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry
 You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry
 You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy
 But I'm a parker so I'll play you like monopoly
 Don't entertain the thought of droppin me
 To think of me as anything less than your teacher
 Crazy you got to be
 These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
 I rip it up constantly
 You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle
 The teacher will come, again and again and again and again
 To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
 So-when-their-lyrics-finish-krs-one-just-begin
 Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end
 So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better
 Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather
 Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync
 To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face
 And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
 Just in case, get the f**k out my face I run this place
 You're lucky you're from the same race
 A simple technique will keep you on beat
 With the style from the street you compete with the elite
 That's weak -- flashin gold and can't speak
 I seek the direction of the brown complexion
 So every year, I appear somewhere
 That you hear my dear to get one thing clear
 Whether on welfare or millionaire
 Don't step to this here or you outta here
 Allow me now to please change the gear? and-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!?? we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?
 Let's get back to the hip-hop
 You come into the place you can't look in my face
 Cause the light is bright and I'm towering in height
 See there are millions of stars in the sky
 When the sun appears none are visible to the eye
 Why, the reason is the sun is the sun
 You can't possibly rock, until I'm done
 And finished, and like the evening I'll fade
 But when I return you'll cry for more shade
 So check the dancestyle cause I am not
 Softening up it's time that I rock and sing
 Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!
 But instead bring intellect pon ting
 Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
 But kenny parker ain't tryin to hear that

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Duration
04:16
Key
8
Tempo
101 BPM

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