Sex and Violence lyrics

I walked in the place very big space
Every kind of race dancin’ and niggas made chase
A very pretty face, feel the bass
Basses kick, flygirl jumps on my tip
The drink that I sip implies this it it
She looked to be about 26 I ain’t dizzy
It’s time to get busy!!
Welcome female is in my arms.
Overwhelmed by my playboy charms
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib

All over the world...

Chorus:

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Verse One:

Drug dealer, understand historical fact
Every race got ahead from sellin drugs except Black
We are under attack, here comes another cold fact

You say ah-one for the trouble, two for the time
Ah-come on y'all, let's rock that...

Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house, D Square in the house
Check it out

You're stuck up, your luck's up, you fucked up, you're mud up
You can't even jump up, so shut the fuck up
Whattup? Tough love, buck buck bucka
is all you're gonna hear when KRS-One step up

"And now, a word from our sponsor.."

[KRS-One]
Now technically speakin I ain't 'sposed to be doin this
Like givin information to the ones that are new to this
You wanna make a record and get into the business?
Here's a little plan from a six-year witness
First you gotta understand the music game
It's not about fame, it's about a rich name

[KRS-One]
*snapping fingers and singing*
Ha ha, hah hah! Da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo

You wanna test me are you stupid?
Gotta be out of your FUCKIN mind
KRS-One is the DON, seen?
Come down Kenny Park-ah!!

Hahaha, you know
I don't know what your management be tellin you
I don't know what your producers be tellin you
But yo, you step this way
You're gettin PLAYED, out of position

Intro:[KRS]
Yes all ruffneck youth hold tight
all brooklyn man hold tight
all Uptown crew hold tight
all Bronx man seckle
I.C.U. in da house, Darren in da house
D Square in da house, Freddie Foxx in da house
Kenny Parker you know you run beats for years
It's the Blastmaster KRS One stompin all sucka dj crew
Of course you hear all commerialized album

Back off, crack off, slack offAct off your instinctAnd think in a wink, or blinkI'll make your body shrinkI use ink and memory, my record companies selling meMy

Yo kris whassup this press stuff man?
Yo I don’t money, I don’t know, they frontin
Yo why we don’t get no respect?
I don’t know man
They got all them gangsta lookalike, know y’know
But you know what?
All them fraud magazines I’m tired of
I’m tired of us not bein on no covers
But you know what?
We rock the streets, anyway

[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 wanna be a gangsta
You don't know NUTTIN about bein no GANGSTA

[Freddie Foxxx]
Worrrrrrrd up! Aiyyo check this out

Hu hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!
And you just don't stop FIYAH!
And you just don't stop
Prince Paul in the house lick two shots
Come down! POM POM! POM POM!
POM POM! Check it out!

Sex and violence sex and violence
Sex and violence we just can't take it
Sex and violence sex and violence
Sex and.. wheela!

Nuff man dem come again my selectin

Hu hah!
Hah! hah! hah! hah! hah!
And you just don’t stop, fiyah!
And you just don’t stop
Prince paul in the house, lick two shots
Come down! pom pom! pom pom!
Pom pom! check it out!

Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can’t take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and.. wheela!

Nuff man dem come again my selectin

Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden?
Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden?
Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden?
The only way to talk to God is in church?
Hah hah hah, you must be KIDDING
For years they kept God hidden
Look for God in self, not in what's written
Turn this up and listen

If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian
*whip cracks*

Stick up!!!
All gwan put your hands up in de air
and turn around with your face to the ground
Stick up!!!
Here we go
Who are the pimps? Who are the pimps?
Wimps sitting behind a desk
You only get a glimpse of the action or reaction
when you don't respond to them TAXING
You fuck a lot when you're tax exempt
Like with the church the rules were somehow bent

Stick up!!!

All gwan put your hands up in de air

and turn around with your face to the ground

Stick up!!!

Here we go

Who are the pimps? Who are the pimps?

Wimps, sitting behind a desk

You only get a glimpse of the action or reaction

when you don't respond to them TAXING

You fuck a lot when you're tax exempt

Like with the church, the rules were somehow bent

[kenny] yeah.. whoo! aiyyo will?
[will] whassup kenny?
[kenny] i got a serious problem man
[will] what’s the problem?
[kenny] yo after all these years of rippin shit
These suckers still try to front!
[will] but check this out we’ve been on tour
With everybody so I don’t know why they frontin
[kenny] everybody!
Y’all be in every party I be in every jam