Like a Throttle Boogie Down Productions

[Intro: KRS-One]
*snapping fingers and singing*
Ha ha, hah hah! Da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo
You wanna test me are you stupid?
Gotta be out of your FUCKIN mind
KRS-One is the DON, seen?
Come down Kenny Park-ah!!
Hahaha, 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 style
Check it out

[Verse 1: KRS-One]
Everytime 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 MCs 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 MCs on the mic become Muslims when it's CONVENIENT
And I've seen it!
Real Muslims praise Allah, and they mean it
Others are dreaming 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 being creative
And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
In other words, if you ain't a gangster why play you a gangster?
If you ain't a ho, 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 an artist and a lip-syncing model
Right on stage, you'll get a bottle
You're holding my dick like a throttle