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until I'm done\nAnd finished, and like the evening I'll fade\nBut when I return you'll cry for more shade\nSo check the dancestyle cause I am not\nSoftening up it's time that I rock and sing\nNot about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!\nBut instead bring intellect pon ting\nCause you can inject ignorance in rap\nBut kenny parker ain't tryin to hear that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Like a Throttle\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: Duck Down\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *snapping fingers and singing*\n  Ha ha, hah hah! da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo\n\n  You wanna test me are you stupid?\n  Gotta be out of your f**kin mind\n  Krs-one is the don, seen?\n  Come down kenny park-ah!!\n\n  Hahaha, you know\n  I don't know what your management be tellin you\n  I don't know what your producers be tellin you\n  But yo, you step this way\n  You're gettin played, out of position\n  So let me give you a little style\n\n  Check it out\n  Everytime krs-one steps in the jam\n  The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand\n  Brooklyn's ready uptown's in the house\n  Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out\n  That's it! none of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's\n  You either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics\n  But mc's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful\n  None of em lyrical but their ego is critical\n  Like I said I'm not a muslim but to allah I'm obedient\n  Some mc's on the mic become muslims when it's convenient\n  And I've seen it!\n  Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it\n  Others are dreamin it with sex me and do me and\n  I'd rather listen to the brand nubians\n  You know it's funny everybody wants money\n  And material things from cars and chicken wings\n  When they sing, they sing for the cash\n  They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash\n  You get respect by bein creative\n  And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality\n  In other words, if you ain't a gangsta 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You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle\n\n  The teacher will come, again and again and again and again\n  To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend\n  So-when-their-lyrics-finish-krs-one-just-begin\n  Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end\n  So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better\n  Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather\n  Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync\n  To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face\n  And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace\n  Just in case, get the f**k out my face I run this place\n  You're lucky you're from the same race\n  A simple technique will keep you on beat\n  With the style from the street you compete with the elite\n  That's weak -- flashin gold and can't speak\n  I seek the direction of the brown complexion\n  So every year, I appear somewhere\n  That you hear my dear to get one thing clear\n  Whether on welfare or millionaire\n  Don't step to this here or you outta here\n  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until I'm done\nAnd finished, and like the evening I'll fade\nBut when I return you'll cry for more shade\nSo check the dancestyle cause I am not\nSoftening up it's time that I rock and sing\nNot about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!\nBut instead bring intellect pon ting\nCause you can inject ignorance in rap\nBut kenny parker ain't tryin to hear that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Like a Throttle\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: Sex and Violence\n  duration_ms: 258933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *snapping fingers and singing*\n  Ha ha, hah hah! da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo\n\n  You wanna test me are you stupid?\n  Gotta be out of your f**kin mind\n  Krs-one is the don, seen?\n  Come down kenny park-ah!!\n\n  Hahaha, you know\n  I don't know what your management be tellin you\n  I don't know what your producers be tellin you\n  But yo, you step this way\n  You're gettin played, out of position\n  So let me give you a little style\n\n  Check it out\n  Everytime krs-one steps in the jam\n  The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand\n  Brooklyn's ready uptown's in the house\n  Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out\n  That's it! none of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's\n  You either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics\n  But mc's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful\n  None of em lyrical but their ego is critical\n  Like I said I'm not a muslim but to allah I'm obedient\n  Some mc's on the mic become muslims when it's convenient\n  And I've seen it!\n  Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it\n  Others are dreamin it with sex me and do me and\n  I'd rather listen to the brand nubians\n  You know it's funny everybody wants money\n  And material things from cars and chicken wings\n  When they sing, they sing for the cash\n  They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash\n  You get respect by bein creative\n  And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality\n  In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta?\n  If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex?\n  If you believe in allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check?\n  All of this is incorrect\n  First should always come respect\n  The charts are not equal to the respect of the people\n  Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble\n  They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model\n  Right on stage, you'll get a bottle\n  You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle\n\n  I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me\n  I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe\n\n  Don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry\n  You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry\n  You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy\n  But I'm a parker so I'll play you like monopoly\n  Don't entertain the thought of droppin me\n  To think of me as anything less than your teacher\n  Crazy you got to be\n  These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily\n  I rip it up constantly\n  You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle\n\n  The teacher will come, again and again and again and again\n  To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend\n  So-when-their-lyrics-finish-krs-one-just-begin\n  Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end\n  So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better\n  Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather\n  Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync\n  To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face\n  And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace\n  Just in case, get the f**k out my face I run this place\n  You're lucky you're from the same race\n  A simple technique will keep you on beat\n  With the style from the street you compete with the elite\n  That's weak -- flashin gold and can't speak\n  I seek the direction of the brown complexion\n  So every year, I appear somewhere\n  That you hear my dear to get one thing clear\n  Whether on welfare or millionaire\n  Don't step to this here or you outta here\n  Allow me now to please change the gear? and-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!?? we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?\n  Let's get back to the hip-hop\n  You come into the place you can't look in my face\n  Cause the light is bright and I'm towering in height\n  See there are millions of stars in the sky\n  When the sun appears none are visible to the eye\n  Why, the reason is the sun is the sun\n  You can't possibly rock, until I'm done\n  And finished, and like the evening I'll fade\n  But when I return you'll cry for more shade\n  So check the dancestyle cause I am not\n  Softening up it's time that I rock and sing\n  Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!\n  But instead bring intellect pon ting\n  Cause you can inject ignorance in rap\n  But kenny parker ain't tryin to hear that\n"}]