Текст песни 7 Dee Jays - Boogie Down Productions
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
of
the
day
Because
we
don't
play
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
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"
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
Biddi-by-by,
by,
by-by-by,
Jamal-Ski,
ki-ki-kiyah!
{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
Come
in
de
dance
with
the
NUFF
stylee
And
KRS-One,
now
comin
in
with
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)
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
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
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
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
{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
Ma-ma,
ma-ma,
ma
Ma-ma,
ma-ma,
ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma,
ma
Me
a
melt
down
the
sound-ah
Melt
down
the
sound,
come
mi
say
melt
down
the
sound-ah
KRS-One,
the
master
of
the
verb
and
noun
ah
Jump
in
the
dance
and
my
skin
is
yes
browner
Kings,
mash
up,
crown
Queen,
rip
up,
dancehall
gown
ah
Every
posse
know
that
we
ah
rule
every
sound
Jump
up
in
the
dance
and
run
every
town
ah
DJ,
nuff,
clown
Come
up
in
the
dance,
BUCKS
em
right
down
ah
If
you
a
Prince
we'll
flood
ya
and
you
drown
ah
KRS-One
ah,
mash
up
better
sound
ah
Satan
in
the
dance,
we
a
mash
right
down
ah
Down,
to
the
ground
KRS
him
have
the
number
one
sound
Sound
sound
sound,
sound-sound
sound
sound
sound
Number
one
sound
WHAT
in
creation
Play
with
yourself
it's
called
masturbation
Chop
it
off,
castration
Jesus
Christ
get
the
crucifixion
Three
days
later,
resurrection
He's
comin
back,
read
Revelation
Close
the
book,
pick
up
your
gun
And
fight
in
the
African
revolution
Righteous
man,
get
liberation
Wicked
man
get
execution
It's
called
the
battle
of
armageddeon
Through
my
mouth
is
a
translation
Unto
recknoning
to
circulation
Nuff
African
education
DJ
Kenny
Parker
YES
you
are
the
don
Edutainer
teach
nuff
wisdom
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
Scott
LaRock,
you're
gonna
make
the
party
live
It
takes
1 dee
jay,
jigga
jay
ah
jay
ah
jay
Ah
1 a
jay
jay
ah
jigga
jay
ah
jay
It
takes
1,
jigga
jay
jay,
a
jigga
jay
jay
Ah
1 a
jay
jay
ah
jigga
jay
It
takes
a
jigga
to
your
face,
a
jigga
jay
jay
Ah
1 a
jay
jay
ah
jigga
jay,
a
jigga
jigga
1 a
jay
jay
a
jay
jigga
jay
a
jay
1 jigga
jay
a
jigga
jay
a
jigga
jay
a
1 Exhibit A
2 Blackman In Effect
3 Ya Know the Rules
4 Exhibit B
5 Beef
6 House Nigga's
7 Exhibit C
8 Love's Gonna Get'cha (Material Love)
9 100 Guns
10 Breath Control II
11 Exhibit D
12 Edutainment
13 The Homeless
14 Exhibit E
15 The Kenny Parker Show
16 Original Lyrics
17 The Racist
18 7 Dee Jays
19 30 Cops or More
20 Exhibit F
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