KRS-One Lyrics

Album: I Got Next

Halftime Lyrics

featuring Angie Martinez Redman 

[Redman] 

Alright everybody move back from the ropes 

If you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off 

and that's my word move back! 

Word is bond let's get this shit goin 

Word up it's the Funk Doc in the house 

say hell yeah! HELL YEAH! 

Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH! 

Word up it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop 

It's my man KRS you don't stop 

It's the girl Angie you don't stop 

With the hah haha ha haha hah!! 

[Angie Martinez] 

It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin 

other radio jocks that think they competin 

they pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper 

Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie 

Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is 

Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS 

through your speakers, representin 

boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers 

You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype 

Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic 

I jams it right tonight, not the hardest 

But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess 

[Redman] 

Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music! 

Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up! 

Yo get from the off the ropes 

Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector! 

[KRS-One] 

It's been a long time but we made it, you waited 

You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin 

Skills on the mic for a royalty save it 

Pullin down rap so that others can't make it 

They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked 

That same old MC trend I'm here to break it 

The highly conceptional multidirectional 

Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible 

Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical 

All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical 

Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?) 

Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?) 

Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha) 

Representin right now at Hit Factory 

[Redman] 

One two hah, and you don't quit 

It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate 

One two hah, and you don't quack 

It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack 

Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit 

Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit 

I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics 

Stage two boomin system and flood the lights 

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose 

Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo! 

Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill 

Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill 

Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched 

No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch 

Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted 

Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets 

stick out like a tumor, for the consumers 

I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb 

to make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic 

My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna 

Kahunas, raw for the able key movers 

all over the hood like them Crooked I coolers 

Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver 

Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up 

I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss 

like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist 

Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered 

three platinum niggaz and none of em prerecorded 

KRS-One need to be runnin for office 

So Butter Pecan Rican -- tell them to get off his