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Albums:

Live on the Test: The Old Grey Whistle Test Series (Fun Boy Three) · Fight Test/Strange Design of Conscience/Fight Test (The Flaming Lips) · Test. Don't Test (Attica Blues) · Torture Test (Diesel Machine) · The Old Grey Whistle Test Live (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Test Tones, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Test Drive (Keith Sweat) · Old Grey Whistle Test Series (Nils Lofgren) · Test the Box (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Peter & the Test Tube Babies (Peter & the Test Tube Babies) – and 90 other albums »


So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause so
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the cause so
Feel
and bags on the floor by the decks

Me next to DJ, I carry the swing
[Incomprehensible] as he exercising
Everybody moving as a unified swing
Gentle up
Scratching

Suckas, pack up your shit,
And all your bunk DJ equipment.
Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent.
So be prepared to be measured for
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {​NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}​
BDP
(intro) 

one two three four...here 



(verse one) 



Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh 

There was one Dj who had to pass
crackers think they sick,
By trying to make this bullshit affordable.
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable.
Come an get your soul food well,
falls, skulls burst in two
The eyes burst from sockets, he is not through
Thousands of warriors he does this to

Piling up the corpses of those he slew
funky rhyme don't waste my time let's do this
There's a game that I know you will not play
No time to waste 'cause times a test let's do this

You got
on the pot
Ain't never had allot but thankful for
The little that I got why not be
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they slick
By trying
The little that I got why not be
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord
the way, all the way, all the way
All the way]

[Verse 1: Krayzie]
You willin to test the flesh oh yes
But don't even stress what you heard
'cause nigga Bone
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
Serve it like baby food, still hard to digest
Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest

[Chorus: x2]

Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot
to the Space Olympics 
The year Thirty Twenty Two 
Take part in a grand tradition 
Your name echoes in the holes of the universe! 

Believe in yourself!
rhyme don't waste my time let's do this
There's a game that I know you will not play
No time to waste 'cause times a test let's do this

You got
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
salute shooters & everyday music consumers
You can't bruise us, better chew that paper
Talk shit, we a go slew the perpetrators
We heard you hate us, we
Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail
Witty as can be and not for sale
Always funky fresh, could never be stale

Took a test to become an mc and didn't
didn't help niggaz

So for rememdy I pound niggaz
Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga
Like them forty-two Girbauds
I pocket every demo, like
the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of Kaopectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on

Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on

Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
name is DJ Run
Shoots a gift like a gun
Slays suckers one by one
Rather chill than kill
Cause the killing's no fun
So together forever
Crew be
delay

Yeah drums of death y'all
Put me to the test y'all
Never rest, y'all
Check it out

I got a little story to tell
With DJ Shadow and James