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The Kenny Parker Show Lyrics

"The Kenny Parker Show" was written by Parker, Lawrence Krsone / Brown, James.
"The Kenny Parker Show" was written by Parker, Lawrence Krsone / Brown, James.

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Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty B.D.P. posse
This is our 4th album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah

On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker
As we say, he can't get no darker
All about action, not a fast talker
All the whick whack sucker DJ's

Gotta try much harder
My man Willie Willie Willie D
Taggin' up B.D.P. with a fat marker
And this is what's on today's charter

Ha hah hah
All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air
B.D.P. rockin' without no fear
So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is
Throw the funky fresh beat in like this

C'mon, ha hah
Well it's me, down with B.D.P.
KRS-One rocks any party
Rocks the beats and the breaks
Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes

The suckers shake while I'm creatin'
They get together and they start debatin'
How can we take him out one time?
So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme

I might go first and he'll go second
I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "Just checkin' the mic"
Droppin' fresh styles I like
So throw up your hands and drop your mic

'Cause I'll go third and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed 'cause you lost
Six is your beat down, your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth well I'll go for self, rockin' New York like no one else

You can check any rapper from seventy-eight
A few have rocked their whole career straight
Some had dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many crews had slammin' albums

B.D.P. rocks consistently from Criminal Minded to 1990
Why? Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint, the public pays me
So you can call me a public servant
Not a King but a teacher, I'll believe I earned it

So I just walk or ride my bike
If I walk to a jam, well I'll rock the mic
Gimme a chance and I'll rock the house
But don't let a sucker try to take me out

'Cause male or female, I will strangle
If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle
Adidas, Nike's, arms, mics
Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike

Step right up if that's what you like
But watch your head 'cause it'll fly like a kite
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I recite

My style is bright
Still you're sellin' out to white
As your fagot DJ would say
"Well alright"

I am your mentor
Victory is mine, it's time you surrender
Sucker and just back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you persist to get me

Or out wit me with the style that I created
Years ago when you was doin' a dollar fifty show
Oh, all of a sudden you don't know
Or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind

That rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face
In case you bass, I'll erase your whole rap
Tell you right now, I ain't tryin' to hear that

I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew
I deny your existence as artists
You're puttin' out a record expectin' to chart

But it's weak but when you speak through the microphone
You fail to realize nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light comes forth as K.R.S.
Intelligence force and love manifest in the flesh

I snatch the mic and shed light
Behave, you're still a 20th century slave
Headed for the grave in a wave
So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk

And put a little pep in your step
KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation
In the nation, in creation
Princes, Kings, Queens or any occupation

Like rappers with nuttin' to say
I crush those idiots and throw 'em away
'Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
Gather together and splatter whatever

Egotistic mystics
With macho poses
If you ain't for Black
You're down for Guns 'N' Roses

Yeah, c'mon
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave 'em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin' by
Somebody say, "Alright, alright"

DJ Kenny Parker takin' out these sucker DJ's
My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah
We got Symone in the house
We got, D-Square in the house
We got Ms. Melodie rockin' the soundset
My man D-Nice, hit it

Songwriters
PARKER, LAWRENCE KRSONE / BROWN, JAMES

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