Intro:
KRS One : Pop pop pop pop!
KRS One : Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown (in the background)
(repeats while Tim Dog is speaking)
Tim Dog : Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned
The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya
KRS One : That`s right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down
Hit em like this, hoooooooo
Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One in parenthesis)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), ha hah
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go
Verse One: KRS-One
What does KRS and Tim Dog have in common
We both hate corny ass soft commercial rhyme
I don`t sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can`t hear nothin but wreck, do not force me
I can`t hear Fred Astaire sharin Tommy Dorsey you lost me
Pure hip-hop rhymes beats I see
Singers dressed like rappers kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see, what you hear you hear
When you cheer and you cheer, I`m every fresh MC`s nightmare
The instrumental is fundamentally essential
When I practice I get sharp like a pencil
But the pencil`s made of oak, so don`t provoke
You`ll get broke, whaddya take I for a joke?
I`m radical, mathematical if I have static I`ll
Pick up the mic or automatic either way I won`t have it
I cover the whole gamit
Mic I`ll rap it leaving with your ass out like a faggot
This is a losing battle your like cattle
The sound of my name KRS makes your tail waggle
Better yet you`re a snake so it rattles
I`ll dice you up like you`re apple, smash you into Snapple
I`m not, the one you wanna battle that bad
Or just give me your ass I`ll make a shoulder bag
I bring the blade all around
By the time I`m done you`ll be $2.99 a pound
Verse Two: Tim Dog
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped
Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped
Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop
Till they hit the tip-top now it`s time to get props
Wack MC`s I just tax
I`ll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax
Bitch ass niggaz step aside
Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide
Toyin non-believers, here`s the menace side
Shit aside, come inside, you`re goin on a murder ride
I`m energetical theoretical copastetical alphabetical
Hypothetical yeah that is cool, no I`m not a fool
Takin you to school, don`t be late for school, fool
I`m suckin your girl while your ass in school
Fool, why bother drool, cause I`m too cool
I`m the man with lyrics that jam
Kickin MC`s in the face like Van Damme
Shazam, hot damn, thank you ma`am
Don`t eat Spam or no types of ham
You thought I fell off? You`re smokin somethin
You thought I was soft? You on dope or somethin
You must be on a can of dope and dog food
You actin real rude, don`tcha know I`m Tim Dog dude?
So go ahead and flex, if you got necks
But when I get the mic I get wreck
So come on, come on, come on, come on
I`ll eat that ass that`s word is born
Rarrrrrgh!
Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One in parenthesis)
Can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Are you the king the K the R the S (ohhh yes)
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go
