Lyric Duck Down
You say ah one for the trouble two for the time
Ah come on y all let s rock that...
Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house D Square in the house
Check it out
You re stuck up your luck s up you fucked up you re mud up
You can t even jump up so shut the fuck up
Whattup? Tough love buck buck bucka
is all you re gonna hear when KRS One step up
I m thick like syrup no I m not ?Kura?
Sit back and relax and watch the KRS era
No I won t let up, because of how I m set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC s get wet up, they met up with atypical
subliminal, I m original metaphysical Criminal Minder
Fighter, petty gangster that flips em neither
I simply grab the mic and make the party get liver
I ma, rhymer, with a tim-er attack
to your mind, a reminder of what kind of headliner
you ll see, when you come to the show
BlastMaster KRS-One, Leo -- the Lion
Cryin MC s they be cryin
when they sizzle in a big pot grease beggin, "Please, please!"
But I ll be efficient and flexin wisdom cuisine
Then dismiss it as Kris and Kenny
Rockin many, good n plenty
Any MC tests me gets done
Lyrically hung, I surgically remove his tongue
Lyrics by KRS-One
DUCK! Sucker MC s DUCK!
BO! Duck down!
Sucker MC s duck!
DUCK! Sucker MC s Duck down!
I don t battle to lose or win, I battle
to ruin your whole career, yo, watch what you doin
I m permanent punk, like a metallic marker
KRS-One, but you ll call me Mr. Parker
A pity I m K-R, you ain t no superstar
ha ha hee hee, BlastMaster KRS-One be
ripping up MC s with their meaningless words, y know
There s more wit, to one of my turds of shit
You ain t shit, you never was shit
So I spit, on your number one hit, now quit!
Leave the poetry, it s just too strong for thee
Maybe we should rethink the strategy see
Poetry I speak, fluently I think youse a sucker
cause the only word you know is motherfucker
Yo, you don t see a whole race in bondage
No, you grab the microphone and feed em garbage
Yo, everything about me is fresher than fresher
than fresher than fresh, of COURSE it s KRS
Flashing lyrics, metaphysics, unlike you idiots
be doing, I m pursuing, chewing your whole crew
and what you feel like doin, your face they be ungluin
like a gift, don t step to KRS, you re dismissed!
DUCK! DUCK!
Sucker MC s duck down!
DUCK! BO!
Ree-WINNNNND!!
DUCK! BO!
Ah come on y all let s rock that...
Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house D Square in the house
Check it out
You re stuck up your luck s up you fucked up you re mud up
You can t even jump up so shut the fuck up
Whattup? Tough love buck buck bucka
is all you re gonna hear when KRS One step up
I m thick like syrup no I m not ?Kura?
Sit back and relax and watch the KRS era
No I won t let up, because of how I m set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC s get wet up, they met up with atypical
subliminal, I m original metaphysical Criminal Minder
Fighter, petty gangster that flips em neither
I simply grab the mic and make the party get liver
I ma, rhymer, with a tim-er attack
to your mind, a reminder of what kind of headliner
you ll see, when you come to the show
BlastMaster KRS-One, Leo -- the Lion
Cryin MC s they be cryin
when they sizzle in a big pot grease beggin, "Please, please!"
But I ll be efficient and flexin wisdom cuisine
Then dismiss it as Kris and Kenny
Rockin many, good n plenty
Any MC tests me gets done
Lyrically hung, I surgically remove his tongue
Lyrics by KRS-One
DUCK! Sucker MC s DUCK!
BO! Duck down!
Sucker MC s duck!
DUCK! Sucker MC s Duck down!
I don t battle to lose or win, I battle
to ruin your whole career, yo, watch what you doin
I m permanent punk, like a metallic marker
KRS-One, but you ll call me Mr. Parker
A pity I m K-R, you ain t no superstar
ha ha hee hee, BlastMaster KRS-One be
ripping up MC s with their meaningless words, y know
There s more wit, to one of my turds of shit
You ain t shit, you never was shit
So I spit, on your number one hit, now quit!
Leave the poetry, it s just too strong for thee
Maybe we should rethink the strategy see
Poetry I speak, fluently I think youse a sucker
cause the only word you know is motherfucker
Yo, you don t see a whole race in bondage
No, you grab the microphone and feed em garbage
Yo, everything about me is fresher than fresher
than fresher than fresh, of COURSE it s KRS
Flashing lyrics, metaphysics, unlike you idiots
be doing, I m pursuing, chewing your whole crew
and what you feel like doin, your face they be ungluin
like a gift, don t step to KRS, you re dismissed!
DUCK! DUCK!
Sucker MC s duck down!
DUCK! BO!
Ree-WINNNNND!!
DUCK! BO!
