Artist: Boogie Down Productions Album: We in There 12" Song: We in There (Extended Edit Mix) Typed by: scott_rodkey@hotmail.com Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x) The type of lyrical terrorism I present Educates people, at the same time pays my rent You be hearing me now for the past 12 semesters When a sucker steps up, I had to use the drastic measures I know you want to step to me, kid But you're thinking, "Damn, Kris is kinda big" Plus he rolls with the crew that don't care And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year Throw your eye drops over here I don't play that shit, I play that hit Your whole gangsta image is not legit You heard Criminal Minded, and bit the whole shit Now if I punch you in the face I'd be wrong Don't even think about battling with a song You'll be caught, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed With your ribcage crushed Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks You know my fucking name Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x) Yeah we in there, like you'll soon be in prison (You a *edited*) Who you kidding? You're only trying to rock a party You ain't really trying to shoot nobody So why you fronting? Saying from the cops you be running In jail in a pair of panties you look as stunning You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl I'll (edited out) like Lionel In jail you ain't got respect You're a fairy, I be taking your commisary And a picture of your sister, mister The CD is Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed I'm just thinking long range People died so I can rock You think I'm going to grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak shit You're psychologically, historically, lyrically sick Plus you're on my dilsnick Teaching a subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know the teacher's name Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x) Now that I'm back I attack because I lack Plus here's the glock, now my style is not wack If everybody's going "Boom Boom Bap" Why are you going "Ba boom boom boom bap?" You nah give the people what they want when they ask So when we on the mic the mic the mich I crush that ass You don't want to fuck with this It's big Kris with the hit list and nah miss I burn you like a metal kettle All that biddy boom bye bye bye bye boom shit's got to settle I got the hardcore rhyme for your mind Take time to find that I'm the one that rips your shit up Huh! This is a stick up You're so afraid of KRS I'll take away your hiccups Diss me? You'd better think about the next I got my style from KRS-ONE, you biting Treach Don't you know me all the ruler? Ram dance hall, with the styles that are newer If you contest the show BDP will rock you high, then bring you down low You know the T'Cha's name Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)