KRS-One]

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 chorus of the day

Because we don't play



Chorus: 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



[D-Nice]

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"



[Heather B]

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



[KRS-One]

Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!



[Jamal-Ski] {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



[KRS-One]

Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee

And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony



[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)



Chorus: 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



[KRS-One]

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



[Ms. Melodie]

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



[KRS-One]

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



[Jamal-Ski] {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



[KRS-One]

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



Chorus: 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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