Tekst:
Krs One Boom Bap

of Christ made into a picture Our society's gettin' sicker and sicker and sicker Like liquor, we are God-intoxicated Not to the true God, but the one

What I want you to do is count to ten Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two On one you will be asleep, one I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I

but still alive So he reach in his pants and pulled out a four-five Pop, one friend drop and everyone run Out of all the white kids now you the only one

dance bogle and a bogle and a bogle in the party Here's a likkle stylee, come an wake up everybody Boom Bap original rap Boom Bap, Boom Bap original

party Except for the MC's, I knew EVERYBODY She tried to let off a shot, one more time But got stomped so bad, she turned to wine No one could find Denise

refreshing is it really?! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Whoo! .. Big shout out to Philly in the house G. Simone, you know you're not alone KRS-One on the micraphone

[Intro] What I want you to do is count to ten. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two On one, you will be asleep - one [Chorus] I'm a blunt

there is no double! And you don't want no trouble 'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double Chorus Verse Three: Check Me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing KRS-One

scratches between verses: "Boogie Down was performin, hey they ain't no joke" - Slick Rick "Down with the sound called B-D-P" - KRS * Verse One