(Yo man  these people around here in '87 just slippin dough  you know what 
I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin dough  so hold ya hands you 
Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic you know what 
Happened? He slipped on us he die. Pumpin KISS FM  we rock. To my man DJ 

Red Alert  we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do  heard about  man  this shit 
About this kid Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'. 
Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, 
But no description was given) 

Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin 
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin 
This is the warning, known as the caution: 
Do not attempt to dis 'cause you'll soften 

Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress 
You can't match this style or attack this 
While I'm telling you, write on schedule 
Fuck with K-are-S and I'll bury you 

Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel 
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle 
Total domination on stage 
Kris is the name, 22 is the age 

Those who want to battle, I know who you are 
You got a little girl, you drive a little car 
You come into the place with that look on your face 
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race 

So assume you're doomed when you step in the room 
I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom 
I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete 
I'll slide you to a funky beat 

So what do we have here? 
A sucka in fear 
I snatched your heart 
Put it way up on the chart 

At ten you're fucked 
At nine you suck 
At eight you're a sucker 
At seven-a mothafucka 

At six you're slapped 
At five you're just wacked 
At four you're lost 
At three, you're just soft 

At two you're an ass 
At one, you're a dick 
But before you slip, I'll whip 
'Cause homeboy, ya slippin' 

(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D, 
And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you, sayin?) 

I understand that music calms the savage beast 
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece 
First a bass, a snare 
A little cut over there 

I add my name K-are-S 
And the shit becomes fresh 
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts 
Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought 

One again, the tactics of original arts 
We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we were down from the start 
We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no be	-boy stance 
Guaranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance 

We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost 
You want to hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source 
Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal 
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule 

One after another, another to the next 
Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex 
Check your larynx 
It may get lower havin' sex 

Or may get higher 
When bustin' as a liar 
These are the things I teach so be tought 
To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought? 

If you come up with a number, notebook, or list 
It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed 
I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap 
That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap 

It's funny 
Just dissin' you I can make money 
But no one's tippin' 
My message is simple: Ya' slippin! 

(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top 
Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, 
I'm sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin') 

E-N-O, S-R-K 
When you go through other albums, you're sure to say 
Goddam! They all seem to sound alike 
'Til you hear the crew standin' over in the light 

Showing, glowing, on the top growing 
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing 
Just like a river, or better yet a stream 
I'm proud to be down with the winning team 

So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement 
'Cause you'll get walked on like carpet 
We'll pick you up, and dust you off 
Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off 

But you won't even change that to say instead 
I'm down 'cause I got a BDP on my head 
So just before you inherit that ass kicking 
I suggest you wake right up 'cause ya slippin' 

(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I 
Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin' 
Man. be	-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm 
Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time 
It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime 
He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)