Boogie Down Productions - South Bronx Lyrics
Scott la rock: yo, wassup blastmaster krs-one. this jam is kickinKrs: word! yo, what-up d-nice?D-nice: yo, wassup scott la rock?Slr: yo man, we chillin this funky fresh jam. I wanna tellYou a little somethin about us. were the boogie downProductions crew and due to the fact that no-one else out thereKnew what time it was, we have to tell you a little story aboutWhere we come from...South bronx, the south south bronx (4x)Many people tell me this style is terrificIt is kinda different but lets get specificKrs-one specialized in musicIll only use this type of style when I choose itParty people in the place to be, krs-one attacksYa got dropped off mca cause the rhymes you wrote was wackSo you think that hip-hop had its start out in queensbridgeIf you popped that junk up in the bronx you might not liveCause youre in...South bronx, the south south bronx (4x)I came with scott larock to express one thingI am a teacher and others are kingsIf thats a title they earn, well its well deserved, butWithout a crown, see, I still burnYou settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebelKrs-one is the holder of a boulder, money folderYou want a fresh style let me show yaNow way back in the days when hip-hop beganWith coque larock, kool herc, and then bamBeat boys ran to the latest jamBut when it got shot up they went home and said damnTheres got to be a better way to hear our music every dayBeat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anywayThey tried again outside in cedar parkPower from a street light made the place darkBut yo, they didnt care, they turned it outI know a few understand what Im talkin aboutRemember bronx river rollin thickWith kool dj red alert and chuck chillout on the mixWhen afrika islam was rockin the jamsAnd on the other side of town was a kid named flashPatterson and millbrook projectsCasanova all over, ya couldnt stop itThe nine lives crew, the cypress boysThe real rock steady takin out these toysAs odd as it looked, as wild as it seemedI didnt hear a peep from a place called queensIt was seventy-six, to 1980The dreads in brooklyn was crazyYou couldnt bring out your set with no hip-hopBecause the pistols would go...So why dont you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wackInstead of tryna take out ll, you need to take your homeboys off the crackCos if you dont, well, then their nerves will become shotAnd that would leave the job up to my own scott larockAnd hes from...South bronx, the south south bronx (8x)The human tr-808, d-niceThe poet, the blastmaster krs-oneThe grand incredible dj scott la rockBoogie...down...productionsFresh for 86, suckers!(ha ha ha ha ha)
