(Yo man, these people around here in ´87 just slippin-dough, you know what
I´m sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you
Know what I´m sayin? (word) Yo! What´s goin´ on? Mr. Magic-you know what

Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ
Red Alert- we chillin´ (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit
About this kid-Wearin´ the, ah, Jheri Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin´
Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was
Given)

Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known as the caution:
Do not attempt to dis, cause you´ll soften
Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress
You can´t match this style or attack this

While I´m telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with K-R-S and I´ll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those that wanna battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
You come into the place with that look on your face
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume you´re doomed when you step in the room
I´ll be the witch and you´ll be the broom
I´ll ride you, guide you into the concrete
I´ll slide you to a funky beat
So what do we have here?
A sucka in fear
I snatched your heart

Put it way up on the chart
At ten you´re fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you´re a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six you´re slapped
At five you´re just wacked
At four you´re lost
At three, you´re just soft
At two you´re an ass
At one, you´re a dick
But before you slip, I´ll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin´

(Yo get my slip on, I´m chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crack dealer
And I´ll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I´ll come back if I miss you

Sayin?)

I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
First a bass, a snare
A little cut over there
I add my name K-R-S
And the shit becomes fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts
Lay it down at Power Play all the suckas are tought
One again, the tactics of original arts
We´re gettin´ payed to the end cuz we were down from the start
We´re known as Boogie Down Productions, ain´t no B-boy stance
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance

We´re goin´ off and of course all ya suckas are lost
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You´ve come to the source
Because I´m the type of guy who´s not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
One after another, another to the next
Can´t rhyme when you´re tense, or your muscles won´t flex
Check your larynx
It may get lower havin´ sex
Or may get higher
When bustin´ as a liar
These are the things I teach so be tought
To me you´re kinda short, how many battles have you fought?
If you come up with a number, notebook, or list

It just doesn´t matter, you can still get dissed
I´m bringin´ back that ol´ New York rap
That gets you jacked while you´re hands still clap
It´s funny
Just dissin´ you I can make money
But no one´s tippin´
My message is simple: Ya´ slippin!

(They slippin´-dough-1987-they spippin´, but we goin´ all the way to the top
Man (word)-you know what I´m sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you´re large, I´m
Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They´re slippin´)

E-N-O, S-R-K
When you go through other albums, you´re sure to say

"Goddamn, they all seem to sound alike!"
Till you hear the crew standin´ over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
I´m proud to be down with the winning team
So don´t ever in your life even think about a [sic] arguement
Cuz you´ll get walked on like carpet
We´ll pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on your head and you´re off
But you would even change that to say instead
"I´m down cuz I got a BDP on my head!"
So just before you inherit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin´

(Yo! They slippin´-dough, they slippin´-dough, they slippin´-word up, I

Don´t care no more, man, I´m commin´ out of the shell-dough, they slippin´
Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I´m
Saying? This other kid-I don´t know what his name is, but you know what time
It is. (WORD UP!) He´s slippin´ too (everybody). Slippin´, and everytime they dis ya?, he´s slippin´. Slippin´.)