Heartbeat
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โฑ๏ธ 3:07 duration
๐ ID: 6089651
๐ Lyrics
Alright everybody move back from the ropes
If you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off
And that's my word, move back!
Word is bond let's get this shit goin
Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the house
Say hell yeah! HELL YEAH!
Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!
Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop
It's my man KRS you don't stop
It's the girl Angie you don't stop
With the hah haha ha haha hah!!
It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin
Other radio jocks that think they competin
They pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie
Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is
Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS
Through your speakers, representin
Boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers
You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype
Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the hardest
But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess
Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!
Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!
Yo get from the off the ropes
Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector!
It's been a long time but we made it, you waited
You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin
Skills on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin down rap so that others can't make it
They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
That same old MC trend I'm here to break it
The highly conceptional multidirectional
Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible
Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical
All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical
Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?)
Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?)
Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha)
Representin right now at Hit Factory
One two hah, and you don't quit
It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate
One two hah, and you don't quack
It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack
Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit
Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit
I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two boomin system and flood the lights
The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose
Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!
Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill
Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill
Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched
No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted
Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets
Stick out like a tumor, for the consumers
I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb
To make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic
My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna
Kahunas, raw for the able key movers
All over the hood like them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up
I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss
Like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist
Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered
Three platinum niggas and none of em prerecorded
KRS-One need to be runnin for office
So Butter Pecan Rican -- tell them to get off his
If you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off
And that's my word, move back!
Word is bond let's get this shit goin
Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the house
Say hell yeah! HELL YEAH!
Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!
Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop
It's my man KRS you don't stop
It's the girl Angie you don't stop
With the hah haha ha haha hah!!
It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin
Other radio jocks that think they competin
They pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie
Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is
Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS
Through your speakers, representin
Boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers
You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype
Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the hardest
But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess
Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!
Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!
Yo get from the off the ropes
Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector!
It's been a long time but we made it, you waited
You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin
Skills on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin down rap so that others can't make it
They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
That same old MC trend I'm here to break it
The highly conceptional multidirectional
Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible
Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical
All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical
Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?)
Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?)
Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha)
Representin right now at Hit Factory
One two hah, and you don't quit
It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate
One two hah, and you don't quack
It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack
Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit
Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit
I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two boomin system and flood the lights
The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose
Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!
Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill
Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill
Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched
No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted
Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets
Stick out like a tumor, for the consumers
I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb
To make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic
My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna
Kahunas, raw for the able key movers
All over the hood like them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up
I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss
Like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist
Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered
Three platinum niggas and none of em prerecorded
KRS-One need to be runnin for office
So Butter Pecan Rican -- tell them to get off his
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.47] Alright everybody move back from the ropes
[00:02.48] If you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off
[00:05.31] And that's my word, move back!
[00:06.87] Word is bond let's get this shit goin
[00:09.00] Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the house
[00:11.15] Say hell yeah! HELL YEAH!
[00:13.14] Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!
[00:15.65] Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop
[00:17.17] It's my man KRS you don't stop
[00:20.17] It's the girl Angie you don't stop
[00:22.44] With the hah haha ha haha hah!!
[00:25.27] It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin
[00:27.57] Other radio jocks that think they competin
[00:29.58] They pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper
[00:31.93] Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie
[00:34.43] Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is
[00:36.58] Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS
[00:39.76] Through your speakers, representin
[00:41.42] Boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers
[00:43.77] You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype
[00:45.92] Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
[00:48.46] I jams it right tonight, not the hardest
[00:50.70] But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess
[00:53.27] Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!
[00:55.13] Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!
[00:57.56] Yo get from the off the ropes
[00:59.46] Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector!
[01:02.61] It's been a long time but we made it, you waited
[01:04.79] You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin
[01:07.03] Skills on the mic for a royalty save it
[01:09.12] Pullin down rap so that others can't make it
[01:11.88] They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
[01:13.93] That same old MC trend I'm here to break it
[01:16.23] The highly conceptional multidirectional
[01:18.64] Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible
[01:21.03] Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical
[01:23.49] All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical
[01:25.89] Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?)
[01:28.79] Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?)
[01:30.76] Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha)
[01:32.76] Representin right now at Hit Factory
[01:34.83] One two hah, and you don't quit
[01:36.94] It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate
[01:39.24] One two hah, and you don't quack
[01:41.82] It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack
[01:44.07] Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit
[01:46.38] Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit
[01:48.60] I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics
[01:50.84] Stage two boomin system and flood the lights
[01:53.40] The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose
[01:55.77] Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!
[01:58.26] Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill
[02:00.77] Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill
[02:02.77] Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched
[02:05.13] No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
[02:07.60] Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted
[02:09.93] Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets
[02:12.20] Stick out like a tumor, for the consumers
[02:14.52] I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb
[02:16.94] To make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic
[02:19.64] My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna
[02:21.54] Kahunas, raw for the able key movers
[02:23.81] All over the hood like them Crooked I coolers
[02:26.26] Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
[02:28.58] Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up
[02:30.86] I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss
[02:33.50] Like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist
[02:35.57] Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered
[02:37.95] Three platinum niggas and none of em prerecorded
[02:40.19] KRS-One need to be runnin for office
[02:42.34] So Butter Pecan Rican -- tell them to get off his
[02:45.32]
[00:02.48] If you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off
[00:05.31] And that's my word, move back!
[00:06.87] Word is bond let's get this shit goin
[00:09.00] Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the house
[00:11.15] Say hell yeah! HELL YEAH!
[00:13.14] Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!
[00:15.65] Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop
[00:17.17] It's my man KRS you don't stop
[00:20.17] It's the girl Angie you don't stop
[00:22.44] With the hah haha ha haha hah!!
[00:25.27] It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin
[00:27.57] Other radio jocks that think they competin
[00:29.58] They pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper
[00:31.93] Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie
[00:34.43] Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is
[00:36.58] Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS
[00:39.76] Through your speakers, representin
[00:41.42] Boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers
[00:43.77] You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype
[00:45.92] Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
[00:48.46] I jams it right tonight, not the hardest
[00:50.70] But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess
[00:53.27] Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!
[00:55.13] Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!
[00:57.56] Yo get from the off the ropes
[00:59.46] Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector!
[01:02.61] It's been a long time but we made it, you waited
[01:04.79] You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin
[01:07.03] Skills on the mic for a royalty save it
[01:09.12] Pullin down rap so that others can't make it
[01:11.88] They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
[01:13.93] That same old MC trend I'm here to break it
[01:16.23] The highly conceptional multidirectional
[01:18.64] Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible
[01:21.03] Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical
[01:23.49] All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical
[01:25.89] Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?)
[01:28.79] Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?)
[01:30.76] Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha)
[01:32.76] Representin right now at Hit Factory
[01:34.83] One two hah, and you don't quit
[01:36.94] It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate
[01:39.24] One two hah, and you don't quack
[01:41.82] It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack
[01:44.07] Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit
[01:46.38] Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit
[01:48.60] I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics
[01:50.84] Stage two boomin system and flood the lights
[01:53.40] The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose
[01:55.77] Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!
[01:58.26] Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill
[02:00.77] Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill
[02:02.77] Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched
[02:05.13] No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
[02:07.60] Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted
[02:09.93] Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets
[02:12.20] Stick out like a tumor, for the consumers
[02:14.52] I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb
[02:16.94] To make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic
[02:19.64] My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna
[02:21.54] Kahunas, raw for the able key movers
[02:23.81] All over the hood like them Crooked I coolers
[02:26.26] Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
[02:28.58] Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up
[02:30.86] I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss
[02:33.50] Like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist
[02:35.57] Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered
[02:37.95] Three platinum niggas and none of em prerecorded
[02:40.19] KRS-One need to be runnin for office
[02:42.34] So Butter Pecan Rican -- tell them to get off his
[02:45.32]