[reply to BDP's 'South Bronx']



(Warning)

(Warning) (Warning) (Warning)

(Warning)



(Devastating to your ear)



Rhyming is a thing that I do at will

Be glad to rock a party just to prove my skill

J-u-ice is what I'm gaining

With a style so fresh that it's self-explaining

Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way

But when I get dissed, violators pay

I'm a crowd motivator, MC annihilator

Never front the move cause I'm not a perpetrator

I don't really mind bein criticized

But those who try to make fame on my name - die

Rhymes of all styles, all categories

From fresh freestyles to real fly stories

This jam is dedicated to you and your boys

And if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise



(Devastating to your ear)



I devastate the crowd while the record spins

So call, competators have no wins

I laugh at MC's who call me wack

You ordered, and now I'm gonna serve you, Jack

We're respected by all, treated just like kings

How could you have the nerve to say such things?

If you knew at the time what you were saying

You wouldn't be on your knees - praying

You gotta understand I'm not the average MC

At the first sign of trouble grab the mic and flee

Grab the mic, plug in the beat box jacks

Prepare for the battle, then proceed to wax

Takes much time I feel is ample

To deafen an MC, to make an example

This goes for all sucker MC chumps

Who hear my name, and suddenly Kool-Aid pumps

So if you're thinkin 'bout dissin me, better think twice

Cause next time, brother, I won't be so nice

You can come all alone or bring all your boys

But if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise



(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise

(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise

(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise

(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise

(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise

(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise

(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise

(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise



I must say MC's got a lot of spunk

To get up on stage and pop so much junk

I'm not worried cause I don't get waxed

And you wouldn't believe how hard I max

School's in session, I'm about to teach

Versatile with a style that you just can't reach

Lesson number one: first strike aim

You shouldn't do things to degrade my name

Your records won't sell cause the people won't buy em

A sucker MC's like chicken - I fry him

I started with a smash, I'ma leave with a bang

And to put it to you bluntly - MC's can't hang

Your boys and your family will be grieving your death

Weeping while they're sweeping up the pieces I left

You can come all alone or bring all your boys

But if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise



[Marley Marl]

Yo Shan

I didn't hear you say hip hop started in the Bridge on your record?

[MC Shan]

I didn't 

They wanted to get on the bandwagon



Because I.. rhyme so fly, girls can't resist

But her man can't understand, so he gets pissed

Like a preacher at ??? when she hurt I'll heal her

I'll leap, you sleep, and believe I steal her

My mama used to say: "Be a ladies man"

I used to always wonder why she named me Shan

Not hard to pronounce, easy to spell

And oh how I love it when the ladies yell

Her man better chill when my jacket's unzipped

I got a .25 with an 8 shot clip

You're sayin to yourself: 'that's a b.b. gun'

But the place that I'ma shoot ya it'll take just one

I'll blow you into parts, little pieces and specks

You'll be saying to yourself: 'what can happen next?'

This jam is dedicated to you and your boys

But if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise



(Hey, listen to the man)



Shoulda stayed in school, learned comprehension

Tryin to state facts that I did not mention

Sucker MC's I hate the most

Next time I make a record you should listen close

Cause MC's like me are the real McCoys

So you sucker MC's better kill that noise



(Baby)



...tryin to diss us, man

What's wrong with that...

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

KRS-One and Scott La Rock

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Yo, he talk about 'strung' on somethin

Man, we cold coolin in the place

Drivin fresh Audis and coupes

What's wrong with y'all

Strung?

The only thing we strung on is music

And you're strung on ours