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Alright everybody move back the ropes
If you don't move
We're turn this music off
And that's my word, back

Word is bond let's get this shit
Word up, the Funk Doc in the house
Say yeah, hell yeah
Say fuck yeah, fuck

Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't
my man KRS you don't stop
It's the girl you don't stop
With the hah haha ha hah

the Butter Pecan Rican speakin' deletin'
Other radio jocks that think they
They like candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to Sandy but my is Angie

Martinez, a true microphone fiend is
Steppin' up with my, Adidas
Through your speakers,
Boriquas and all rhyme seekers

You may think I'm crazy but I'm crazy hype
Slay this nice y'all, everytime grab the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the
But peep the of this Puerto Rican Goddess

yo yo yo, stop the music
Aiyyo up off the ropes, man, word up
Yo get the off the ropes
Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come the selector

It's a long time but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated these MC's in trainin'
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' down rap so that can't make it

can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
That same old MC trend I'm to break it
The conceptional multidirectional
Hot in so I guess I'm flexible

Rap relieve stress so yes I guess medical
All wreckin' and rapin' is still theoretical
Redman, you know you must
Redman, you know you to understand

Angie, rockin' the one BDP
Representin' right now at Hit

One two hah and you quit
Kris and Angie with the ultimate
One two hah and you quack
It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke

Hahaha, hah and you quit
and you don't quit
I rock like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two boomin' system and flood the

The lyrical, lettin' off like suppose
Reggie Reg is on the radio
Hahh, huh, the ooh-child too
Caps peeled, In My Bed like Dru Hill

'em up 'cause I feel my spot can't be touched
No for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
what? It's the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash my pockets

Stick out a tumor, for the consumers
I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the
To make you hibernate sooner, lunatic
My click run deeper than Tuna

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All over the hood them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, Jerz to Vancouver
to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up

I Blastmast like Kris, funk
Like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the
Sike, I can afford it, I slaughtered
platinum niggaz and none of 'em prerecorded

KRS-One need to be runnin' for
So Butter Pecan tell them to get off his