[Intro: KRS One & Tim Dog]

Pop, pop, pop, pop!

Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown

Yeah, ha-ha, you have been warned

Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown

The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya

That's right, boy!

You are now jammin' to the sounds of the Boogie Down

Hit 'em like this

Oh!

[Chorus: Tim Dog, KRS One]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Can I get a yes? (Yes!)

Can I get another one? Yes (Yes!)

Do I grab the mic and get respect? (Yes!)

Lyrically I could get wrecked (Yes!)

Ha-ha

But can I get a oh? (Oh!)

Can I get another one? Oh (Oh!)

Do I get wreck at every show? (Oh!)

Lyrically I got the flow (Oh!)

There ya' go

[Verse 1: KRS-One]

What does KRS and Tim Dog have in common?

We both hate corny ass soft commercial rhymin

I don't sound like Phyllis Hyman or the Winans

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 , Cher, 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 fundamental and 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 am, 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 gam-it

Mic I'll rap it, leaving with your ass out like a faggot

This is a losing battle you're 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 an apple

Smash you into Snapple

I'm not, the one you wanna battle that bad

Off the skin of 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 2: Tim Dog]

Coming from the butcher shop

Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped

Chopped, say stop, (STOP!) say stop (STOP!)

'Cause I'm true to hip-hop while others flip-flop

Till they hit the tip-top, now it's time to get props

Whack MC's I just tax

I'll eat tracks, shit it out with Ex-Lax

Bitch ass niggas step aside

Tenderoni rappers meet your homicide

To all you non-believers, here's the menace side

Genocide, come inside, you're goin on a murder ride

I'm energetical, theoretical, copacetical, 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 fuckin your girl while your ass in school

Fool, wipe off the 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 or dog food

You actin real rude

Don't ya know I'm Tim Dog dude?

So go ahead and flex, if you got next

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

Rargh!

[Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One in parenthesis)]

Can I get a yes? (yes!)

Can I get motherfuckin' yes? (yes!)

Do I grab the mic and get respect? (yes!)

Are you the king, the K the R the S? (yes!)

Okey!

But can I get a oh? (oh!)

Can I get a motherfuckin' oh? (oh!)

Do we get wreck at every show? (oh!)

Lyrically we got the flow? (oh!)

There you go!

[Verse 3: KRS-One]

Now don't say nuttin while I'm deckin ya

'Causin hysteria, I've been in more battles than America

Rap messenger, comin' in quick

I pick up the music and watch 'em stagger

Rip another verse and watch his body splatter

Whether you like me or not don't matter

Kris is not a actor

I'll burn your favorite rapper and leave him in stitches

Weak bitches

Real renegade rap rebels rip rhymes ferociously

Which one of these pussy MC's can go at me?

So if you wish to play me like a farmer

I get calmer, chop ya ass up like Jeffrey Dahmer

My psychopathic fantastic classic puts you in a casket

On top of that, you can get your ass kicked

Quick, awww shit

I’m physically fit and admit'n I’m lyrical lickin'

And I got more rhymes than Madonna gets dick

And I'm the lyrical lunatic, that flips all scripts with the quickness

Yo I get heated like cough mentholyptus now

The microphone I must feel it, I must touch it up

Kris One and Tim Dog's come to fuck it up

Evidently I bust shots till the Glock is empty

No safety, pull the trigger tip don't try to chase me

Down, chase the sound you must be buggin

This is Boogie Down, Boogie Down, Boogie Down

Boogie Down Boogie Down Produc-tions

Jump around be the one is the function

Tim Dog, why don't you show em a little somethin

[Verse 4: Tim Dog]

Baby baby um, maybe maybe um

You better run, cause you know I have a gun

Bang bang boogie, up jumps the boogie

Take that bullshit rap down the street

A skippedy be bop be bop, Scooby Doo

That bullshit's not me, that bullshit is you

I come correct, get much respect

Do some hummina hummina shit, and still get wreck

'Cause I'm the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear

I'm the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear

MC's come close but never could get near

'Cause I just smash, throw MCs through glass

Take his cash, whip his ass, and do a yard dash

So take your ass home, write a poem

And when you get nice, use the god damn phone

'Cause I get buckwild, do some 'ole freestyle

And beat ya down with the turnstile

Doggie doggie bo boggie fanana fanna fo foggie

Me mi mo moggie, doggie

Rappers goin' platinum doin this bullshit

I do the same shit, and make a big hit

'Cause if you don't like my lyrical flow

I gotta make dough, don't cha know, ya little ho-

Mo- sexual I bet you will

Be on the dick if it turns into a hit

But that type of shit is jumpin' the fuck off

So I do the same, now I'm comin' off

So don't get upset if you can't get lyrical respect

Don't get mad, get wreck

[Outro: Tim Dog]

Yeah!

This track has been dedicated to real hip-hop

The lyrics

Peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there

Peace to the Zulu Nation

Peace to Willie D and the Boogie Down Production posse

And peace to the South Bronx

Peace! (echoes)