The Kenny Parker Show

Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse This is our fourth 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! 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 beat down, your title is seven Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelfth 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 nineteen-ninety 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 alright" 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 sound set My man D-Nice, hit it!