Like A Throttle (LP Version)

歌詞

You wanna test me? Are you stupid? Gotta be out of your fuckin' mind, KRS-One is the DON, seen? Come down Kenny Park You know, I don't know what your management be tellin' you I don't know what your producers be tellin' you But yo, you step this way, you're gettin' played out of position So let me give you a little start, check it out Every time KRS-One steps in the jam The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand Brooklyn's ready, Uptown's in the house Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out That's it, none of the gimmicks tricks, oh it's You either have the hits or the crazy hype lyrics But MC's come half assed and lookin' pitiful None of 'em lyrical but their ego is critical Like I said, I'm not a Muslim but to Allah, I'm obedient Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's convenient And I've seen it, real Muslims praise Allah and they mean it Others are dreamin' it with sex me and do me And I'd rather listen to the brand Nubians You know it's funny, everybody wants money And material things from cars and chicken wings When they sing, they sing for the cash They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash You get respect by bein' creative and yes, a native to your audience So you know reality, in other words if you ain't a gangsta Why play you a gangsta? If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex? If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check? All of this is incorrect, first should always come respect The charts are not equal to the respect of the people Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble, they know the difference From a artist and a lip-syncin' model, right on stage You'll get a bottle, you're holdin' my dick like a throttle I'm the freshest thing on the mic, don't mess with me I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe You don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry You're no astronomer, why see me as astronomy? But I'm a Parker, so I'll play you like Monopoly Don't entertain the thought of droppin' me, to think of me As anything less than your teacher, crazy you got to be These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily I rip it up constantly, you're holdin' my dick like a throttle The teacher will come again and again and again and again To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend So when their lyrics finish, KRS-One just begin Rippin' up sucker, teachers put their courage to an end So once again, the trend setter comes a lot better Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync The lyrics I write, help me think To guide ink off the paper through the air, smack in your face And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace Just in case, get the fuck out my face, I run this place You're lucky you're from the same race A simple technique will keep you on beat With the style from the street, you compete with the elite That's weak, flashin' gold and can't speak I seek the direction of the brown complexion So every year, I appear somewhere That you hear, my dear to get one thing clear Whether on welfare or millionaire Don't step to this here or you outta here Allow me now to please change the gear And pick up the mic you missed those happen around me Have me feared, come, we come in the dance We haffa likka of a shot an towah? Let's get back to the hip hop You come into the place you can't look in my face 'Cause the light is bright and I'm towerin' in height See there are millions of stars in the sky When the sun appears none are visible to the eye Why? The reason is the sun is the sun You can't possibly rock until I'm done And finished and like the evening, I'll fade But when I return you'll cry for more shade So check the dancestyle 'cause I am not softening up It's time that I rock and sing not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling But instead bring intellect pon ting 'Cause you can inject ignorance in rap But Kenny Parker ain't tryin' to hear that