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Boogie Down Productions

Boogie Down Productions was a hip hop group that was originally composed of KRS-One, D-Nice, and DJ Scott La Rock. DJ Scott La Rock was murdered on August 27, 1987, months after the release of BDP's debut album, Criminal Minded. The name of the group, Boogie Down, derives from a nickname for the South Bronx section of The Bronx, one of the five boroughs of New York City. The group pioneered the fusion of dancehall reggae and hip hop music and their debut LP Criminal Minded contained frank descriptions of life in the South Bronx of the late 1980s thus setting the stage for what would eventually become gangsta rap. more »

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1992

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featuring Freddie Foxxx 

[KRS One] * voice echoing* 
Think you dope? Want this title? 
Then you better come step up or step OFF! 

[Freddie Foxxx] 
Yo check this out  all jokes aside 
Let's get busy 

[KRS One] 
Word! Blastmaster KRS One in the house 
Hah  everybody for some reason want to be a gangsta 
You don't know NUTTIN about bein no GANGSTA 

[Freddie Foxxx] 
Worrrrrrrd up! Aiyyo check this out 
This is Freddie F-O-X-X-X 
And guess what's next 

[KRS-One] 
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat 
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack 
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat 
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack 
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack 
They jump pon the mic, an' wan fi do it like dat 
But ahh, now dis a KRS, me nah takes dat 
When me open up to work, I put a cape on me back 
Then me, FLY ALL AROUND THE EMCEE WORLD 
KRS, the article, is not to be [*changes from patois*] 
fucked with, ? with, or tampered with 
Don't give a f*ck if you want to riff 
But when you say Kris, already derivative of Kris 
My eyebrows lift and that ass I get with (HUH) 
As a matter of fact, I attack, hijack 
Set back, your career, like a quarterback 
that broke his back, my tongue is like a bat 
Your eye'll get black, you'll need an icepack (RRRRRUFF!) 
I'm all that, come with your whole pack 
You'll be prayin to the God of Isaac 
So Freddie Foxxx, it's time to get tough [uh-huh] 
Just, get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF 

[Freddie Foxxx] 
Soon as I flex, cause I'm about to rip up shop 
It's the return of the hip-hop master, Freddie the Foxxx 
(Bo!) Rappers that see me, don't even speak, just walk 
Cause I'm the maddest nigga in New York (hah!) 
I see a rapper in the crowd that I don't like 
I want to fight, so when I drop the mic 
I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to whip 
(suckers) that want to be pimps 
How I heard it said that a pimp'll sell his ass 
if his hoe won't, but Freddie Foxxx don't 
Cover your chest G, you better wear a bulletproof vest see 
Cause I'm about to leave this place a motherfuckin mess 
Open hearts on the floor as I explore 
rappers that wanted to be more than number four 
Number one's a hard spot; either you fight 
or get shot, so this is what I got (BO!) 
Three Tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor blades 
and I aim to get PAID! 
So who want to step to this, don't come soft 
Cause I'ma straight up knock niggaz off (POM! POM!) 
And when the cops come to get me 
I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten cops with me 
I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers talk smack 
about who's nice, and who's whack, MOTHERFUCK THAT 
They know my style, and my rep, every stage 
that I stepped on - I was the rapper they slept on 
But y'all rappers keep sleepin - cause when they plant 
bombs in your house, I'ma wake you up and punch you 
in your motherfuckin mouth, knock your wife out 
Take your sons to safety, cause they're just kids 
and I want to raise em to face me 
And when they get a little bigga 
I'ma MARK them little niggaz, and put their fingerprints 
on the trigger -- double homicide, call the vice 
Another rapper and his family with no life 
Yeah you're Mr. Tough and, you're full of stuff and 
and Freddie Foxxx caught you bluffin 
I got you in my torture chamber and you scream 
Oh God damn, it's like _Silence of the Lambs_ 
but I don't mangle em and eat em 
I take MC's to the war zone, and there I defeat em 
It gets much worse, with every verse 
as the F-are-E-D-D-I-E F-O-X-X-X, HURTS! 
Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes, maims 
You suckers know my name! 
Aiyyo Kris! I'm rhymin long enough (say what?) 
Get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF 

[KRS-One] 
This is the year that I go all out (why?) 
Edutainment's what I'm all about (and) 
I don't eat franks with the sauerkraut (cause) 
because I don't eat pork from the tail to the snout 
(well kick it) Get on down, to the hip hip hop 
Before I start, peace to Scott LaRock! (word) 
Now let me drop the style that has action 
Cause many MC's don't believe they're rappin 
They're lost, crazy mixed-up in their identity 
This is not, what hip-hop is meant to be (word up) 
I come unique, I can't be beat, hardcore street 
for the kids, with a hundred-and-fifty on their feet 
(kick it) I don't compete, I defeat and delete ya 
then critique ya, all MC's retreat, HERE COMES THE T'CHA 
Chewin suckers like Smuckers 
Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, flippin on motherfuckers 
Yeah, I'm like the movie _Aliens_ 
I hide inside your right hand man, when you think you got me 
BAM! My head comes out your chest 
A mutilated mess of nastyness 
Chunks of bloody flesh, yes KRS on the slaughter 
Specialize in instant rhyme style, you simply add water 
Evian, I pull the string then 
RING-DING-DING, DING-DING-DING-DING 
Back in the days, I wrote +South Bronx+ 
The Juice Crew got stomped, lick two shot 
POM! POM! Really it was Magic's fault 
Always want to diss somebody, he got put to a halt 
It's wack, when a sucker DJ babbles on 
Soupin up MC's to battle on song 
That's wrong, but in any event, I drop the classic 
in 1992 the original it ain't plastic 
Everybody know, BDP, is fantastic, burn like acid 
Credit card plastic, stretch like elastic 
Love and respect is the TACTIC 
Bam! In your motherfuckin face 
KRS in the place 
I never liked listening to bitches and hoes anyway 
(Fi-YAH!) 

[Freddie Foxxx] 
Well you know I like hoes, cause I'm a mack 
but I don't like the wack tracks, youknowhatI'msayin? 
And for all your suckers out there 
that underestimate the militant mack, get the BO-ZACK 
You know what I mean? (Word) Word! 

[KRS-One] 
You know why? 
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat 
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack 
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, you know dem a wack 
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack 

[Freddie Foxxx] 
Yes.. fresh.. for nineteen-ninety-two you suckers * echoes * 

[KRS-One] 
Motherfuckers! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * echoes to fade *

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