Boogie Down Productions - We In There (Alternate Lyrics) - Yo Mtv Raps Version lyrics

"Don't gimme da-dis, don't gimme da-dat, don't gimme my lyrical miracle act You'll flip yourself from the front to the back, whatever you mumbling is whiggity-whack What's all this scribblin-gigglin-gangin-and-bangin and what you really sayin? Nothin you're frontin and huntin, gruntin for somethin I come Kriss-tyal clear, good as that first gla** You can't last the cla**, you're the outlash Or the boom-bash, and the end of crash Find PM Dawn and ask they a** I am the Teacha, undisputed Teacha Bout to see your body like a beatin peepin reachin seekin leapin creepin - uh But at the same time (? ) This is our corporate meeting, greeting! I use a little-a-this A little-a-that So lyrics I rap will dazzle, when I battle I won't have to resurrect styles or rattle The cat'll get your tongue I'm KRS-One I'll bring a catastrophe to an emcee But I'm not exact-ahct-actly young Who wants to test the respect Phrase for phrase, it pays, to look the other ways I'm not the lyrical average, I'm all about damage You in my face then your manager can't manage" Yeah we in there, yeah yeah Yeah we in there, yeah yeah Yeah we in there, yeah yeah Yeah we in there, yeah yeah They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison (You await and this is f*ggot, your a** you'll be given) Who you kiddin'? You're only tryin' to rock a party You ain't really down to shoot nobody So why you frontin'? Sayin' from the cops you be runnin' In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning You pop all that wannabe sh** on vinyl Until your a** is bein' pumped by some f*ggot named Lionel In jail you ain't got respect You a fairy, I'll be takin' your commissary And the picture of your sister, mister As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bullsh** game and I ain't changed I'm just thinkin' long range People died so I can rhyme You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak sh** You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick Plus you're on my dick Changin' the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know my f**in' name! Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D from Long Island Heather B, Ska-Danks D-Square, Sidney Mills Ha-ohhhh go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn! Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!) The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx, argh!