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7 Dee Jays

Artist:Boogie Down Productions  Album:Edutainment  Writer:PARKER LAWRENCE KRSONE/KRS ONE  Composer:PARKER LAWRENCE KRSONE/KRS ONE 

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(KRS-One) YES! Chillin in the place right now Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKER Because the Africanism is in EFFECT So check it out, MAN! And try not to bite the lyrics POI! So come in now with the chorus of the day Because we don't play Chorus: KRS-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live (D-Nice) Bust it, yo I love to diss whores, I love to do tours Makin young ladies just drop their drawers and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!" From that point on, I say we're on for the night But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee I say, "Please hoe, it's all about me" (Heather B) It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa And now you wanna laugh at her I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her to find out she's a man without a manicure Go to President DeKlerk without askin her and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her for every freedom fighter start crashin her And then Heather B will get nastier and pull out my two shot derringer Cause yes, Heather B comes classier Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer makes up the dope crew called, Edutainer You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label (KRS-One) Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! (Jamal-Ski) {best guess} Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em Come follow me the man me work for the mic They call me top celebrity Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done Me read from Genesis unto Relevation Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan Me have armitage, me have enough stylee Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna (KRS-One) Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony (Harmony) Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call follow me follow me, Sister Harmony I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup I'm a, stimulator, administrator Activator, initiator Captivator, originator Perculator, perk you up It's Harmony, the minor key That moves with the rhythm passionately I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of BDP It's easy, for me you see I ain't the one or the two, I'm the three And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr (badda-ba-ba-by-by) Chorus: KRS-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But KRS, you're gonna make the party live (KRS-One) Well now it's Blastmaster KRS-One When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done Pray to my father cause yes me are the son Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection Any sucker MC must run come Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone 1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone Every posse KNOW we come in the dance we teach reality-ta-tee an' reality, reality-ta-ta-tee We nah deal with sickness and negativity We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah On the con-sole we have the man D-Square Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah at George Bush, cause him D my nigga KRS-One, him the President come

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