T'Cha-T'Cha

Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Me bus' upon the scene around 1986 A few hit records got me started real quick I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker All vegeterian, never eat pork or Chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin Just like the gears of a watch, tock-tickin I never lose time cause the rhyme is all digital For suckers like you, I turn the power up to critical On every playlist, waxin that anus Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL Point every time you subtract an emcee People look at me, a P-O-E-T Teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic Very psychological, why are you on the dick? Well, my evaluation is sudden Takin me out, is somethin closer to impossible You could try your best But frankly I don't think it's logical This is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the gift Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be delayed Boogie Down Productions at the head of the raid Always gettin brighter while the suckers will fade Life is very serious, it's not an arcade So everything you're hearing, KRS has made MC's grab the microphone but don't know what to say So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way I always call you females by your name, not "Hey!" Cause "Hey" will only make a real woman turn away Unless the woman is the freak of the year Well then you know that KRS don't care Unless the woman is the freak of the year, biddi-by-by And then you know that KRS don't care You always call a freak, by the garment they wear Instead of call it clothes they always callin it gear Big derriere to make the next man stare Attracted to the man with jheri curls in him hair Always puffin cheeba with a forty of beer But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare Hold up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man Hold up ya han-ds, if you do underst-and The style that I'm sayin, without no delayin Is Blastmaster KRS-One, just playin It's really kinda easy for me, to do a style like this It's kinda primitive, so please don't miss The way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never shown My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the Home No one out can compete And not another DJ rocks this type of beat Come mi say Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow With M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow People takin pictures of me everywhere I go Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe Yes! Zhoom, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum Zhoom, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-zi Zhoom, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum Zhoom, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi say Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha