Текст (слова) песни: Boogie Down Productions - 7 Dee Jays

 
[KRS-One] 
YES! Chillin in the place right now 
Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie 
DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker 
And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKER 
Because the Africanism is in EFFECT 
So check it out, MAN! 
And try not to bite the lyrics 
POI! 
 
So come in now with the chorus of the day 
Because we don`t play 
 
Chorus: KRS-One 
 
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud 
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 
But D-Nice, you`re gonna make the party live 
 
[D-Nice] 
Bust it, yo 
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours 
Makin young ladies just drop their drawers 
and when they drop em, I don`t kick em, check it 
Like the Fat Boys said, I 	"Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!" 
From that point on, I say we`re on for the night 
But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice 
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee 
I say, "Please hoe, it`s all about me" 
 
[Heather B] 
It`s not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue 
but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew 
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush 
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians 
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA 
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa 
And now you wanna laugh at her 
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya 
Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her 
to find out she`s a man without a manicure 
Go to President DeKlerk without askin her 
and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa 
And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her 
for every freedom fighter start crashin her 
And then Heather B will get nastier 
and pull out my two shot derringer 
Cause yes, Heather B comes classier 
Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer 
makes up the dope crew called, Edutainer 
You`ll find the law of balance on the two turntables 
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label 
 
[KRS-One] 
Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! 
 
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess} 
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em 
Come follow me the man me work for the mic 
They call me top celebrity 
Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly 
Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi 
But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee 
BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don 
You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion 
Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done 
Me read from Genesis unto Relevation 
Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan 
Me have armitage, me have enough stylee 
Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna 
 
[KRS-One] 
Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee 
And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony 
 
[Harmony] 
Now I`m comin to the dancehall, everybody call 
follow me follow me, Sister Harmony 
I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a 
You don`t need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a 
Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a 
You don`t need no coffee, let me, fill your cup 
I`m a, stimulator, administrator 
Activator, initiator 
Captivator, originator 
Perculator, perk you up 
It`s Harmony, the minor key 
That moves with the rhythm passionately 
I ain`t ego trippin I do it humbly 
Cause everybody`s bound to hear the sound of BDP 
It`s easy, for me you see 
I ain`t the one or the two, I`m the three 
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it`s the magic numberrr 
	(badda-ba-ba-by-by) 
 
Chorus: KRS-One 
 
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud 
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound 
But KRS, you`re gonna make the party live 
 
[KRS-One] 
Well now it`s Blastmaster KRS-One 
When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done 
Pray to my father cause yes me are the son 
Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection 
Any sucker MC must run come 
Kyan`t test the Boogie Down Production man 
Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone 
1990 lyrics `pon the microphone 
Every posse KNOW we come in the dance 
we teach reality-ta-tee an` 
reality, reality-ta-ta-tee 
We nah deal with sickness and negativity 
We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee 
In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer 
Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah 
On the con-sole we have the man D-Square 
Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah 
Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah 
at George Bush, cause him D my nigga 
KRS-One, him the President come 
The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de 
 
[Ms. Melodie] 
Comin live and direct in full effect 
Ms. M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check 
Well I`m up in your face like the wind from a blizzard 
Got my wrap around your throat, like you`re chokin on a gizzard 
If someone said, well damn, who is it? 
It`s Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it 
 
[?] 
Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy 
The way they treat blacks, in white society 
It`s erection rebellion, revolution uprisin 
Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin 
Government they try to manage and rule 
Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool 
That`s why I search, explore, inspect, investigate 
Drop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates 
 
[KRS-One] 
Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah 
Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah 
KRS-One, boy, must come fi straighter 
Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah 
Every posse know me come in the dance not later 
Come in early, every posse captivator 
KRS-One, and enough herb gate-ah 
Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah 
KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah 
KRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-am 
KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah 
KRS-One, me come to nice up any jam 
Me comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ah 
Down with the set is a Harmony-ah 
Ms. Melodie and my man Kenny P ah 
Come in Jam and look at what a raw stylee 
 
[Jamal-Ski] {best gues} 
Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent 
Pick-a-dig-dinny 
Jump up upon me come to run it again 
Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend 
Tell your mudda and tell you fadda 
and tell your sista and yuh bruda 
A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh 
Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion 
Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOW 
Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH IT 
Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam 
Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an` a 
when me do that, the dancehall fi run 
Some of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell ganjah 
But I`m the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylah 
And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer 
Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin 
Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah! 
Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin 
I`m the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ah 
What dey call me, BDP posse an` a 
Jamal now can rewind stylee 
Rewind circulate, never ever imitate 
When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great 
Test me, and you`ll, test your fate 
BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an` a 
come in now KRS-One, an` a 
 
[KRS-One] 
Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma 
Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma 
Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma 
Me a melt down the sound-ah
 

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