Like A Throttle - LP Version 歌词

歌曲	Like A Throttle - LP Version
歌手	Boogie Down Productions
专辑	Sex & Violence
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	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 ****in 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
	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 mc's 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 mc's on the mic become muslims when it's convenient
	And i've seen it!
	Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it
	Others are dreamin 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 bein creative
	And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
	In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta?
	If you ain't a hoe, 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-syncin model
	Right on stage, you'll get a bottle
	You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle
	I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me
	I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
	Don't test me, you ain't a chemist and i sure ain't chemistry
	You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry
	You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy
	But i'm a parker so i'll play you like monopoly
	Don't entertain the thought of droppin me
	To think of me as anything less than your teacher
	Crazy you got to be
	These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
	I rip it up constantly
	You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle
	The teacher will come, again and again and again and again
	To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
	So-when-their-lyrics-finish-krs-one-just-begin
	Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end
	So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better
	Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather
	Whenever they decide, whatever i'm in sync
	The lyrics i write, help me think
	To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face
	And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
	Just in case, get the **** out my face i run this place
	You're lucky you're from the same race
	A simple technique will keep you on beat
	With the style from the street you compete with the elite
	That's weak -- flashin gold and can't speak
	I seek the direction of the brown complexion
	So every year, i appear somewhere
	That you hear my dear to get one thing clear
	Whether on welfare or millionaire
	Don't step to this here or you outta here
	Allow me now to please change the gear
	?and-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!?
	?we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?
	Let's get back to the hip-hop
	You come into the place you can't look in my face
	Cause the light is bright and i'm towering in height
	See there are millions of stars in the sky
	When the sun appears none are visible to the eye
	Why, the reason is the sun is the sun
	You can't possibly rock, until i'm done
	And finished, and like the evening i'll fade
	But when i return you'll cry for more shade
	So check the dancestyle cause i am not
	Softening up it's time that i rock and sing
	Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!
	But instead bring intellect pon ting
	Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
	But kenny parker ain't tryin to hear that

	snapping fingers and singing
	Ha ha, hah hah!　 dadoodoodoo, dodoo
	You wanna test me are you stupid?
	Gotta be out of your in mind
	Krsone is the don, seen?
	Come down kenny parkah!!
	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
	Everytime krsone 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 mc' s come halfassed, 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 mc' s on the mic become muslims when it' s convenient
	And i' ve seen it!
	Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it
	Others are dreamin 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 bein creative
	And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
	In other words, if you ain' t a gangsta why play you a gangsta?
	If you ain' t a hoe, 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 lipsyncin model
	Right on stage, you' ll get a bottle
	You' reholdingmydicklikeathrottle
	I' m the freshest thing on the mic don' t mess with me
	I' m fresher than your grandmother' s fried chicken recipe
	Don' t test me, you ain' t a chemist and i sure ain' t chemistry
	You' re not a mathematician and my name ain' t geometry
	You' re no astronomer why see me as astronomy
	But i' m a parker so i' ll play you like monopoly
	Don' t entertain the thought of droppin me
	To think of me as anything less than your teacher
	Crazy you got to be
	These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
	I rip it up constantly
	You' reholdingmydicklikeathrottle
	The teacher will come, again and again and again and again
	To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
	Sowhentheirlyricsfinishkrsonejustbegin
	Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end
	So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better
	Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather
	Whenever they decide, whatever i' m in sync
	The lyrics i write, help me think
	To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face
	And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
	Just in case, get the out my face i run this place
	You' re lucky you' re from the same race
	A simple technique will keep you on beat
	With the style from the street you compete with the elite
	That' s weak flashin gold and can' t speak
	I seek the direction of the brown complexion
	So every year, i appear somewhere
	That you hear my dear to get one thing clear
	Whether on welfare or millionaire
	Don' t step to this here or you outta here
	Allow me now to please change the gear
	? andpickupthemicyoumissedthosehappenaroundmehavemefeared, come!?
	? we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?
	Let' s get back to the hiphop
	You come into the place you can' t look in my face
	Cause the light is bright and i' m towering in height
	See there are millions of stars in the sky
	When the sun appears none are visible to the eye
	Why, the reason is the sun is the sun
	You can' t possibly rock, until i' m done
	And finished, and like the evening i' ll fade
	But when i return you' ll cry for more shade
	So check the dancestyle cause i am not
	Softening up it' s time that i rock and sing
	Not about my dingalingaling!
	But instead bring intellect pon ting
	Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
	But kenny parker ain' t tryin to hear that

	snapping fingers and singing
	Ha ha, hah hah!　 dadoodoodoo, dodoo
	You wanna test me are you stupid?
	Gotta be out of your in mind
	Krsone is the don, seen?
	Come down kenny parkah!!
	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
	Everytime krsone 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 mc' s come halfassed, 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 mc' s on the mic become muslims when it' s convenient
	And i' ve seen it!
	Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it
	Others are dreamin 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 bein creative
	And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
	In other words, if you ain' t a gangsta why play you a gangsta?
	If you ain' t a hoe, 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 lipsyncin model
	Right on stage, you' ll get a bottle
	You' reholdingmydicklikeathrottle
	I' m the freshest thing on the mic don' t mess with me
	I' m fresher than your grandmother' s fried chicken recipe
	Don' t test me, you ain' t a chemist and i sure ain' t chemistry
	You' re not a mathematician and my name ain' t geometry
	You' re no astronomer why see me as astronomy
	But i' m a parker so i' ll play you like monopoly
	Don' t entertain the thought of droppin me
	To think of me as anything less than your teacher
	Crazy you got to be
	These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
	I rip it up constantly
	You' reholdingmydicklikeathrottle
	The teacher will come, again and again and again and again
	To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
	Sowhentheirlyricsfinishkrsonejustbegin
	Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end
	So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better
	Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather
	Whenever they decide, whatever i' m in sync
	The lyrics i write, help me think
	To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face
	And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
	Just in case, get the out my face i run this place
	You' re lucky you' re from the same race
	A simple technique will keep you on beat
	With the style from the street you compete with the elite
	That' s weak flashin gold and can' t speak
	I seek the direction of the brown complexion
	So every year, i appear somewhere
	That you hear my dear to get one thing clear
	Whether on welfare or millionaire
	Don' t step to this here or you outta here
	Allow me now to please change the gear
	? andpickupthemicyoumissedthosehappenaroundmehavemefeared, come!?
	? we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?
	Let' s get back to the hiphop
	You come into the place you can' t look in my face
	Cause the light is bright and i' m towering in height
	See there are millions of stars in the sky
	When the sun appears none are visible to the eye
	Why, the reason is the sun is the sun
	You can' t possibly rock, until i' m done
	And finished, and like the evening i' ll fade
	But when i return you' ll cry for more shade
	So check the dancestyle cause i am not
	Softening up it' s time that i rock and sing
	Not about my dingalingaling!
	But instead bring intellect pon ting
	Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
	But kenny parker ain' t tryin to hear that

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