Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop
Boogie Down Productions lyrics
Boogie Down Productions lyrics
"The Style You Haven't Done Yet Lyrics"
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS-One.
Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye
Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye
Come in!
Verse 1
Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin'
But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin'
They're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it
Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it
Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer
Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser
I'm Falling Lyrics
If i had the time to look hard at you The things i know i'd find The things i'd have to do And sometimes i wonder Oooh i'm falling What else can i say Oooh i'm falling Fading away If i had the peace of mind Oooh i'd catch a plane and m
And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belongIf i had the time to look hard at you The things i know i'd find The things i'd have to do And sometimes i wonder Oooh i'm falling What else can i say Oooh i'm falling Fading away If i had the peace of mind Oooh i'd catch a plane and m
With those that perform their song on and on
And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific
This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted
I speak to you, not at you to attack you
Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue
So now I ax you or tell you people literally
When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me
Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry
Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me
KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet
Ma
Aphelion Lyrics
My daddy ask for secrets My mother doesn't care To hide the hidden Deep inside And while I sleep Shivering faces In candle-light Lose their names Affected sympathy Victim or witness While fathers Betray themselves
ny say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet
Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye
Verse 2
Run it, son, plumb it you bum
Don't you know that it's KRS-One
That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung
I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run
Cos only the suckers want a chance at that
To see if KRS-One is really all that
Because the teacher that you see is not wack
I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
Three albums, a triple-layer cake
And throw it in your face you waste
Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race
While I whip you whine, you're out of touch
I'm out of time, here's another rhyme
(The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh
yes, dude. Yes)
(What's the name of that crew? B.D.P)
(Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew
My daddy ask for secrets My mother doesn't care To hide the hidden Deep inside And while I sleep Shivering faces In candle-light Lose their names Affected sympathy Victim or witness While fathers Betray themselves
ny say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet
Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye
Verse 2
Run it, son, plumb it you bum
Don't you know that it's KRS-One
That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung
I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run
Cos only the suckers want a chance at that
To see if KRS-One is really all that
Venerea-Nothing Is Planned Lyrics
Steam Rising up through the cracks in the curb As if this whole town was ready to blow And the one thing I know is that I can't hold it back But tomorrow a new sun will rise to wipe the sand off my eyes Leaving me Earthb
Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em backSteam Rising up through the cracks in the curb As if this whole town was ready to blow And the one thing I know is that I can't hold it back But tomorrow a new sun will rise to wipe the sand off my eyes Leaving me Earthb
Because the teacher that you see is not wack
I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
Three albums, a triple-layer cake
And throw it in your face you waste
Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race
While I whip you whine, you're out of touch
I'm out of time, here's another rhyme
(The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh
yes, dude. Yes)
(What's the name of that crew? B.D.P)
(Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew