Ya Slippin`

(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, Jerry 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-are-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 who want to 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 'Cause homeboy, ya slippin' (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D, 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-are-S And the shit becomes fresh I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought One again, the tactics of original arts We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we were down from the start We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no be