Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while
the clock is still tickin
This is the warning,
known as the caution:
Do not attempt to dis, cause you'll soften
Just like a pillow,
or better yet a mattress
You can't match this
style or attack this
While I'm telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with K- R- S and I'll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those that wanna battle,
I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
You come into the place with
that look on your face
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume you're doomed
when you step in the room
I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom
I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete
I'll slide you to a funky beat
So what do we have here?
A sucka in fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven- a mothafucka
At six you're slapped
At five you're just wacked
At four you're lost
At three, you're just soft
At two you're an ass
At one, you're a dick
But before you slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music
calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose
my music piece by piece
First a bass, a snare
A little cut over there
I add my name K- R- S
And the shit becomes fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts
Lay it down at Power Play all
the suckas are taught
One again, the tactics of original arts
We're gettin' payed to the end cuz
we were down from the start
We're known as Boogie Down Productions,
ain't no B- boy stance
Guaranteed to make ya dance,
if you give us a chance
We're goin' off and of course
all ya suckas are lost
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme?
You've come to the source
Because I'm the type of guy
who's not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
One after another,
another to the next
Can't rhyme when you're tense,
or your muscles won't flex
Check your larynx
It may get lower havin' sex
Or may get higher
When bustin' as a liar
These are the things I teach so be taught
To me you're kinda short,
how many battles have you fought?
If you come up with a number,
notebook, or list
It just doesn't matter,
you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back that
ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked while
you're hands still clap
It's funny
Just dissin' you I can make money
But no one's tippin'
E- N- O, S- R- K
When you go through other albums,
you're sure to say
"Goddamn,
they all seem to sound alike!"
Till you hear the crew
standin' over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
The lyrics keep flowing and
flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
I'm proud to be down
with the winning team
So don't ever in your life even think
about a arguement
Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet
We'll pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on your head and you're off
But you would even change
that to say instead
"I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head!"
So just before you in
herit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya
Boogie Down Productions 
