The Kenny Parker Show

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!