Boogie Down Productions - Like A Throttle Lyrics
[krs-one]*snapping fingers and singing*Ha ha, hah hah! da-doo-doo-doo, do-dooYou wanna test me are you stupid?Gotta be out of your *****in mindKrs-one is the don, seen?Come down kenny park-ah!!Hahaha, you knowI dont know what your management be tellin youI dont know what your producers be tellin youBut yo, you step this wayYoure gettin played, out of positionSo let me give you a little styleCheck it outEverytime krs-one steps in the jamThe party is packed, he got the mic in his handBrooklyns ready uptowns in the houseKenny drops the beat and we turn the party outThats it! none of the gimmicks, tricks, oh itsYou either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyricsBut mcs come half-assed, and lookin pitifulNone of em lyrical but their ego is criticalLike I said Im not a muslim but to allah Im obedientSome mcs on the mic become muslims when its convenientAnd Ive seen it!Real muslims praise allah, and they mean itOthers are dreamin it with sex me and do me andId rather listen to the brand nubiansYou know its funny everybody wants moneyAnd material things from cars and chicken wingsWhen they sing, they sing for the cashThey fail to realize, respect will outlast cashYou get respect by bein creativeAnd yes a native to your audience, so you know realityIn other words, if you aint a gangsta why play you a gangsta?If you aint a hoe, why sell sex?If you believe in allah, how is it you can only work when theres a check?All of this is incorrectFirst should always come respectThe charts are not equal to the respect of the peopleTheir respect doesnt weeble or wobbleThey know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin modelRight on stage, youll get a bottleYoure-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttleIm the freshest thing on the mic dont mess with meIm fresher than your grandmothers fried chicken recipeDont test me, you aint a chemist and I sure aint chemistryYoure not a mathematician and my name aint geometryYoure no astronomer why see me as astronomyBut Im a parker so Ill play you like monopolyDont entertain the thought of droppin meTo think of me as anything less than your teacherCrazy you got to beThese type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppilyI rip it up constantlyYoure-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttleThe teacher will come, again and again and again and againTo set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blendSo-when-their-lyrics-finish-krs-one-just-beginRipping up sucker teachers put their courage to an endSo once again, the trendsetter comes a lot betterForever too clever for a petty mc in leatherWhenever they decide, whatever Im in syncThe lyrics I write, help me thinkTo guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your faceAnd erase in haste the rhymes you embraceJust in case, get the ***** out my face I run this placeYoure lucky youre from the same raceA simple technique will keep you on beatWith the style from the street you compete with the eliteThats weak -- flashin gold and cant speakI seek the direction of the brown complexionSo every year, I appear somewhereThat you hear my dear to get one thing clearWhether on welfare or millionaireDont step to this here or you outta hereAllow me now to please change the gear? and-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!?? we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?Lets get back to the hip-hopYou come into the place you cant look in my faceCause the light is bright and Im towering in heightSee there are millions of stars in the skyWhen the sun appears none are visible to the eyeWhy, the reason is the sun is the sunYou cant possibly rock, until Im doneAnd finished, and like the evening Ill fadeBut when I return youll cry for more shadeSo check the dancestyle cause I am notSoftening up its time that I rock and singNot about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!But instead bring intellect pon tingCause you can inject ignorance in rapBut kenny parker aint tryin to hear that
