Breath Control - Boogie Down Productions

Let me tell you bout a crew I know

Called Boogie Down Productions and they steal the show

With DJ Scott La Rock and KRS-One

With D-Nice you know the job is done

And I know, oh yes I know, I know because

I’m KRS-One, yo check this out

Breath control here’s an example I appeal, to the criminal minded

You can’t find it, boy you’re still blinded, why don’t you open your

Eyes and stop dissin' get a prescription to listen, sit in the class and

Ask real fast about a fresh rap, you’re gettin' left back, set back

Kept back, get back, I don’t accept that material, your rhymes

Are artificially flavored like cereal, I like clarity, so when you come

Here speak clear and concise and then I might give a little slack to

No, wait I take that back if you’re whack, I’ll slap, fuck that

Boogie Down Productions back, simply 'cause we never left

The radical sounds of KRS, what a mess, to roll up and then 'fess

Wild guess huh, you thought you were the best?

But, yup yup as it always turns out, you get burned out

Your rhymes just run out I immediately come out, boomin' dope

And don’t provoke, you’re walkin' a very thin rope, not even rope

The word I’m lookin' for is string when I sing, I sing to try and bring

Enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin' it, radio’s fightin' it

The fans be likin' it, your face I’m wipin' it, 'cause your mouth is dirty

You’re unworthy to think that you can serve me, you heard me?

These styles are universal you need rehearsal, wait, first I’ll

Beef up the system, rhythm, rhymin', timin', climbin' then realizing

As producer of this dope record, I think it’s time we break for a second

Breath control

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, break is over, back to the track

Resume attack, on the crews that are whack, we don’t lack

I mean, we don’t like the played out styles when we’re rockin'

The mic, the radical rebel at level fifteen, the amp only goes to ten

You know what I mean?

As it seems, it seems that you’re doomed

Yes I’ll boom and consume the whole room not a part, not a fraction

Or a sum but all, capital KRS-One B-D-B-D-B-D-B-D-P takin' MC’s

Out constantly because you’re no big deal, you’re no big wheel

You steal, come before me and kneel but I’m not a king, I’m not a queen

I’m not a ace I’m not a jack, I’m not a MC or a playboy

And I just ain’t whack I feel that you should get an understanding

You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming hypothetically

Or in reality, takin' you out, is a small technicality rhymes like these

Or rhymes like this one, comes in handy, while I diss some soft

Silly low budget sucker like yourself, I got the style you need

On my house on the shelf labeled, sucker boy style

I like to do it every once in a while