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* all KRS samples are from "Sound Of Da Police" off _Return of the Boom Bap_
Intro: Dr. Trevis, Hurricane G, Redman
Hahahahahahaaaaa
KRS Watch out!
Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside
KRS Watch out!
from Hell and beyond, the knotty-headed nigg* era has triumphed
KRS Watch out!
a new ever! If you don't know, your b*tch as* better
KRS Watch out!
axe somebody! Shoot em up!
Glo The Hurricane G is live and in color
KRS Watch out!
Glo We run you motherfkers!
Red The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
KRS Watch out!
Red We run you motherfkers!
R+G Puffin mad spliffs, so fk a b*tch
and a nigg*, cause , and girls ain't s**t!
Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis
KRS Watch out!
is in the motherfkin house
With a couple of sick patients for your b*tch ass
KRS Watch out!
Yeahhh!
Verse One: Hurricane G, Redman
The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks)
Representin, comin out of Brooklyn, Flatbush
you wuss, you can't push push in the bush
Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and
bandanna, then I rock jams like Santana
I move MC's like move keys uptown
Red and Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?!
Chorus: repeat 4X
KRS Watch out! We run New York
Yeah
Verse Two: Hurricane G
(Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back what you took!
I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house delirious
(hahahahaa) cause I'm furious!
How dare you motherfkerS, forget about the ultimate
funk, BITTTTTCH nigg*!
I got your wicked witch with a switch
Motherfker, fk you and your crew!
So what nigg*, is it you wanna do?
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the girls
For the real trick deez who can dig it
Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big d*ck boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha
on the rhyme since eighty-nine
It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now! It ain't a nigg* who could hang
or pop yang, about a motherfkin th-a-a-a-ang
And uh, fk any b*tch who can't hang
I'm representin girls universal!
It go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and Redman original steel
Latin Queens in the house!!
So nigg* swing it over here on these big fat t*ts!!
(t*ts, hahahahahaa)
Verse Three: Redman
The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block
I'm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socks
Your style, I freaked it when I was a child
So you talkin that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now?
Verbally I crush, brains erupt
Blow your focus, like you sniffin angel dust
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a
And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfkers
Every verse every word I preach
Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see
Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!
I light a blunt for up in Sing-Sing
I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh
Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest
And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm as
eager, as nigg* wantin my s**t to dub
Cause my s**t be BANGIN like the Crips and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke
From the darkside, I'm from the darkside Pah
I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall
Motherfker!!
Outro: Dr. Trevis
KRS Watch out!
Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside
Come travel
KRS Watch out!
on our metaphoric futuristic type s**t
As we blow your brains like spliffs
KRS Watch out!
Dr. Trevis is outta here
For the nine-fo' you stank... b*tch
KRS Watch out!
Yeahh
KRS Watch out!