slap them up

, tellin' it like it is, right about now d.j. premier is in the, motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what i'm sayin'? but yo, yo kris, run that shit, ya know what i'm sayin'? that, that shit, my joint. run that motherfucker.it's only right kid. drop that bassline. you want lyrics? we give ya lyrics. check it out now, one time. when we come in all de dance 'nuff d.j.'s shut up, woy!, gal! will ya come slap dem up, when we come in all de dance 'nuff d.j.'s shut up, woy!, ill will, slap dem up, mc's get ate, get broken like a pretzel, and get dissed if they ever try to step to, they can't take a mc with loose lips, talk a lotta shit, lyrics make bigger holes than hollow tips, watch another rapper body get stiff, just like in church, we pass the basket, as i preach over his casket, fuck it, kick the body right over, and say "see ya, hmm.nice to know ya", got another rapper to see, yo kris, bust that ass, if you're shiverin' get off the pot, let the original rapper rock the spot, you stand there and jock, goin', this is absolutely ludicrous, what can you do to kris, chattin' foolishness, step along quick with that stupidness, it's me rippin' this for self, where else ya lookin'?, i got more rhymes than all the jamaicans in brooklyn, so beat it or be seated, gee i'm mad undefeated, young boy, you can't see me, run along and make pee-pee, i was rockin' rhymes when "la-di-da-di" was a demo, admit you been on my tip for years and just can't seem to let go, go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna battle krs quick, i bet the minute you get home you'll get your ass whipped, crazy ill mad styles is what i give'em, not a run-of-the-mill'em, i drill'em, i got ridiculous rhythm, none of my styles you can get with'em, still um, will um, your crew come get some so i can kill'em, well i roll by myself but don't let it fool ya, if i got beef my crew'll damn step to ya, we don't play no games, i'll come straight to your rest, lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest, a fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad skills will, don't let me have to kill you kid, god forbid still, greed will lead your need to succeed, but your speed, your speech, your outreach is a breach of what i teach, for lyrical styles you're a leech, if i was spanish i'd say, wow-wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow. wow, for a amateur you really looked hard, but you're really a bitch, when you get it together, call me, here's my card, check the list: you lack breath control, mental behaviour, lyrical talent, imagination and flavour, i got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt, thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta t-shirt, i'll smash your wanna-be ass in the deep dirt, black, you'll come up dizzy sayin' "how da fuck he do dat?", 'cause you're yappin' like you can't be reached, if your name ain't arrested development, well save your speech, time to ill, i got mad skills to fill, not a fake, i got more styles than drake's got tasty cakes, gotta be the best gee, don't try to test me, you'll get jacked son, even if your name is not jesse, let's be up front when i meet ya, peace, uh, i'm the motherfuckin' teacher, when we come in all de dance 'nuff d.j.'s shut up, woy!, gal! will ya come slap dem up, when we come in all de dance 'nuff d.j.'s shut up, woy!, gal! will ya come slap dem up, up, up, up, up. yo.south bronx, south south bronx, south bronx, south south.yo, uptown, brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya 'bout staten island, what about.queens?