Tim Dog - I Get Wrecked

[KRS One:] Pop pop pop pop! [KRS One:] Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown [in the background] [repeats while Tim Dog is speaking] [Tim Dog:] Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya [KRS One:] That's right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down Hit em like this, hoooooooo [Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One)] Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes) Can I get another one, yes (yes) Do I get wreck and get respect (yes) Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), ha hah Well can I get a ho (ho) Can I get another one, ho (ho) Do I get wreck at any show (ho) Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go [Verse One: KRS-One] What does KRS and Tim Dog have in common We both hate corny ass soft commercial rhyme I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon I can't hear nothin but wreck, do not force me I can't hear Fred Astaire sharin Tommy Dorsey you lost me Pure hip-hop rhymes beats I see Singers dressed like rappers kickin love songs you can keep Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that What you see you see, what you hear you hear When you cheer and you cheer, I'm every fresh MC's nightmare The instrumental is fundamentally essential When I practice I get sharp like a pencil But the pencil's made of oak, so don't provoke You'll get broke, whaddya take I for a joke? I'm radical, mathematical if I have static I'll Pick up the mic or automatic either way I won't have it I cover the whole gamit Mic I'll rap it leaving with your ass out like a faggot This is a losing battle your like cattle The sound of my name KRS makes your tail waggle Better yet you're a snake so it rattles I'll dice you up like you're apple, smash you into Snapple I'm not, the one you wanna battle that bad Or just give me your ass I'll make a shoulder bag I bring the blade all around By the time I'm done you'll be $2.99 a pound [Verse Two: Tim Dog] Coming from the butcher shop Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop Till they hit the tip-top now it's time to get props Wack MC's I just tax I'll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax Bitch ass niggaz step aside Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide Toyin non-believers, here's the menace side Shit aside, come inside, you're goin on a murder ride I'm energetical theoretical copastetical alphabetical Hypothetical yeah that is cool, no I'm not a fool Takin you to school, don't be late for school, fool I'm suckin your girl while your ass in school Fool, why bother drool, cause I'm too cool I'm the man with lyrics that jam Kickin MC's in the face like Van Damme Shazam, hot damn, thank you ma'am Don't eat Spam or no types of ham You thought I fell off? You're smokin somethin You thought I was soft? You on dope or somethin You must be on a can of dope and dog food You actin real rude, don'tcha know I'm Tim Dog dude? So go ahead and flex, if you got necks But when I get the mic I get wreck Find More lyrics at So come on, come on, come on, come on I'll eat that ass that's word is born Rarrrrrgh! [Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One)] Can I get a yes (yes) Can I get another one, yes (yes) Do I get wreck and get respect (yes) Are you the king the K the R the S (ohhh yes) Well can I get a ho (ho) Can I get another one, ho (ho) Do I get wreck at any show (ho) Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go [Verse Three: KRS-One] Now don't say nuttin while I'm checkin ya Causin hysteria been in more battl