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butchy-b - beatin down krs lyrics

[intro]
krs one i will beat you down
with the dope rhyme and the freshest sound
while my dj e
cold breaking on the c-u-t

[verse 1]
i don’t mean to hurt your feelings but my dj started wheeling
and i saw you like a sucker you was standing on the floor
the mic it started humming it was calling me to come and
so i got up on the stage i couldn’t take it any more
you’s a bloodclot, go home and smoke pot
you counting pennies while i’m steady counting my knot
the picture’s clear, you’re fronting on your gear
i knew you was a sucker from the way you wear your hair
knotted, matted, looking all r-t-rded
you got a shape up but the barber couldn’t part it
you tried the reggae but the people said “please stop!”
your music’s sounding like banana boat hip hop
it’s never sounding like bls
the only place where you can get a beat this fresh
the people want to boogie but your rhyme is in the way
you try to rock a party but di-da-di da-di day
but it just don’t work, you’re jocking red alert
you try to diss the magic and your mouth will get you hurt
my name is butchy-b, i came here on a quest
i’m dissing bdp and i will beat down krs
and if you think i’m bugging or you think that i will not
just try to get with me and you’ll be hanging out with scott
to get with me’s impossible, i’ll put you in a hospital
i’ll freeze you on a stick and then i’ll melt you like a popsicle
my name is butchy-b, i’m p-ssing every test
i’m steady rocking parties show the people who’s the best
i’m in a state of fresh, you’re in a state of fess
i’ll keep on puffing buddah you can keep on puffing sess

[hook]
beat down krs (when it comes to a rhyme)
(repeat x3)

[verse 2]
(do you) feel what i said, i’m talking to you dread
i’m talking to your posse and the dj dirty red
i’m talking to your agent and your manager mo
was broke until they found you now they pimp you like a ho
and what about your fake pathetic 808
you’re getting on my nerves and i’mma hit you with a milk crate
you know i would, my dj said i should
i’ll take you out the back and beat you down and take your hood
and if you bug bust blood out your mug
don’t come into the party if you want to be a thug
battling is probable i come all out my -rs-nal
say you’s a sucker then i say don’t take it personal
it’s just a rhyme and a rhyme is never harming you
but people at the party know the deal, i’m steady bombing you
they shake my hand, they saw y’all got slammed
that’s when they understand, i’m dissing you my man
i’m showing everybody in fact you cannot get with me
the b-u-t-c-h, the y, the dash and then the b
and e is at my side, he will not be denied
and if you hear somebody say they beat him then they lied
they just peed off, cause we g’ed off
and when it’s time to rock a party we lead off
we are the first, no need to be rehe-rs-d
i keep on getting better while them others getting worse
i mean, i hear you rhyming i get gladder and more gladder
cause i can get more gooder while you suckers get more badder
i’m proving that i’m clocking with the best rhymes anywhere
i did my dissing now i’m stepping yo i’m outta here

[hook]

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