Slap Them Up (Explicit)

Slap Them Up (Explicit) - KRS-One

Tellin' it like it is right about now

DJ premier is in the

Motherf**kin' house and s**t ya

Know what I'm sayin' but yo

Yo kris run that s**t ya know what

I'm sayin' that that s**t

My joint run that motherf**ker it's only right kid

Drop that bassline

You want lyrics we give ya lyrics

Check it out now one time

When we come in all de dance 'nuff dj's shut up woy

Gal will ya come slap dem up

When we come in all de dance 'nuff dj's shut up woy

Ill will slap dem up

Mc's get ate get broken like a pretzel

And get dissed if they ever try to step to

They can't take a mc with loose lips

Talk a lotta s**t but sink no motherf**kin' ships

Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow tips

Watch another rapper body get stiff

Just like in church we pass the basket

As I preach over his casket

F**k it kick the body right over

And say see ya hmm nice to know ya

Got another rapper to see

Yo kris bust that a*s certainly

If you're shiverin' get off the pot

Let the original rapper rock the spot

You stand there and jock goin' mumbles

This is absolutely ludicrous what can you do to kris

Chattin' foolishness step along quick with that stupidness

It's me rippin' this for self where else ya lookin'

I got more rhymes than all the jamaicans in brooklyn

So beat it or be seated gee I'm mad undefeated

Young boy you can't see me run along and make pee-pee

I was rockin' rhymes when

La-di-da-di was a demo

Admit you been on my tip for

Years and just can't seem to let go

Go go call your mother tell her

You want to battle krs quick

I bet the minute you get home

You'll get your a*s whipped

Crazy ill mad styles is what I give 'em

Not a run-of-the-mill 'em I drill

'Em I got ridiculous rhythm

None of my styles you can get with 'em

Still um will um your crew come

Get some so I can kill 'em

Well I roll by myself but don't let it fool ya

If I got beef my crew'll d**n step to ya

We don't play no games I'll come straight to your rest

Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest

Well that was fresh

A fad doesn't fill the bill but mad skills will

Don't let me have to kill you kid God forbid still

Greed will lead your need to succeed

But your speed your speech

Your outreach is a breach of what I teach

For lyrical styles you're a leech

If I was spanish I'd say you lie like a beech

Wow-wow-wow-wow

Wow-wow-wow wow-wow-wow

Wow for a amateur you really looked hard

But you're really a b***h when you get it together

Call me here's my card

Check the list you lack breath control mental behavior

Lyrical talent imagination and flavor

I got no time for amateur rhyme you could be hurt

Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta t-shirt

I'll smash your want to-be a*s in the deep dirt

Black you'll come up dizzy sayin' how da f**k he do dat

'Cause you're yappin' like you can't be reached

If your name ain't arrested development well save your speech

Time to ill I got mad skills to fill

Not a fake I got more styles than drake's got tasty cakes

Gotta be the best gee don't try to test me

You'll get jacked son even if your name is not jesse

Let's be up front when I meet ya

Peace uh I'm the motherf**kin' teacher

When we come in all de dance 'nuff dj's shut up woy

Gal will ya come slap dem up

When we come in all de dance 'nuff dj's shut up woy

Gal will ya come slap dem up up up up up

Yo south bronx south south bronx

South bronx south south yo uptown

Brooklyn's in the house lemme tell ya 'bout staten island

What about queens