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  • 作词 : L. Parker
    作曲 : L. Parker
    Intro


    KRS-One.

    Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye
    Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye

    Come in!

    Verse 1

    Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin'
    But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin'
    They're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it
    Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it
    Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer
    Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser
    And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong
    With those that perform their song on and on
    And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific
    This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted
    I speak to you, not at you to attack you
    Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue
    So now I ax you or tell you people literally
    When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me
    Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry
    Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me
    KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet
    Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet

    Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
    Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
    Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
    Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye

    Verse 2

    Run it, son, plumb it you bum
    Don't you know that it's KRS-One
    That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung
    I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run
    Cos only the suckers want a chance at that
    To see if KRS-One is really all that
    Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back
    Because the teacher that you see is not wack
    I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
    Three albums, a triple-layer cake
    And throw it in your face you waste
    Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race
    While I whip you whine, you're out of touch
    I'm out of time, here's another rhyme

    (The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh.Oh
    yes, dude. Yes)

    (What's the name of that crew? B.D.P)

    (Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew)
  • 作词 : L. Parker
    作曲 : L. Parker
    Intro


    KRS-One.

    Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye
    Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye

    Come in!

    Verse 1

    Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin'
    But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin'
    They're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it
    Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it
    Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer
    Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser
    And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong
    With those that perform their song on and on
    And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific
    This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted
    I speak to you, not at you to attack you
    Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue
    So now I ax you or tell you people literally
    When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me
    Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry
    Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me
    KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet
    Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet

    Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
    Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
    Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
    Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye

    Verse 2

    Run it, son, plumb it you bum
    Don't you know that it's KRS-One
    That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung
    I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run
    Cos only the suckers want a chance at that
    To see if KRS-One is really all that
    Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back
    Because the teacher that you see is not wack
    I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
    Three albums, a triple-layer cake
    And throw it in your face you waste
    Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race
    While I whip you whine, you're out of touch
    I'm out of time, here's another rhyme

    (The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh.Oh
    yes, dude. Yes)

    (What's the name of that crew? B.D.P)

    (Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew)