Ya Slippin'

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-R-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 that wanna 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

Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'

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-R-S

And the shit becomes fresh

I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts

Lay it down at Power Play all the suckas are taught

One again, the tactics of original arts

We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start

We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance

Guaranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance

We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost

You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source

Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal

Run my rhyme on time and on schedule

One after another, another to the next

Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex

Check your larynx

It may get lower havin' sex

Or may get higher

When bustin' as a liar

These are the things I teach so be taught

To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?

If you come up with a number, notebook, or list

It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed

I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap

That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap

It's funny

Just dissin' you I can make money

But no one's tippin'

My message is simple: Ya' slippin!

E-N-O, S-R-K

When you go through other albums, you're sure to say

"Goddamn, they all seem to sound alike!"

Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light

Showing, glowing, on the top growing

The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing

Just like a river, or better yet a stream

I'm proud to be down with the winning team

So don't ever in your life even think about a arguement

Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet

We'll pick you up, and dust you off

Stamp BDP on your head and you're off

But you would even change that to say instead

"I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head!"

So just before you inherit that ass kicking

I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'