🎵 Duck Down // by Boogie Down Productions

17 ContributorsDuck Down Lyrics The second single and track off of BDP’s 1992 final album Sex and Violence. The song inspired Buckshot of Black Moon to name his label Duck Down when he founded the company in 1995. [Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 What up? Tough luck, "Buck-buck-bucka" Is all you're gonna hear when KRS-One step up I'm thick like syrup, no, I'm not corrupt Sit back and relax and watch the KRS erupt No, I won't let up, because of how I'm set up I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up MC's get wet up, they met up with atypical Subliminal, I'm original, metaphysical, Criminal Minder Fighter, petty gangster that flips 'em neither I simply grab the mic and make the party get liver I'm a rhymer with a timer attached to your mind A reminder of what kind of headliner You'll see, when you come to the show Blastmaster KRS-One, Leo the Lion Cryin' MC's, they be cryin' When they sizzle in a big pot grease beggin', "Please, please!" But I'll be efficient and flexin' wisdom cuisine Then dismiss it as Kris and Kenny Rockin' many, good and plenty Any MC tests me, gets done Lyrically hung, I surgically remove his tongue Lyrics by KRS-One [Chorus] Duck! Sucker MC's duck! Bo! Duck down! Sucker MC's duck! Duck! Sucker MC's duck down! [Verse 2] I don't battle to lose or win, I battle To ruin your whole career, yo, watch what you doin' I'm permanent, punk, like a metallic marker KRS-One, but you'll call me Mr. Parker A pity, I'm K-R, you ain't no superstar Ha-ha-hee-hee, Blastmaster KRS-One be Ripping up MC's with their meaningless words, y'know There's more wit, to one of my turds of shit You ain't shit, you never was shit So I spit on your number one hit, now quit Leave the poetry, it's just too strong for thee Maybe we should rethink the strategy, see Poetry I speak, fluently I think you's a sucker 'Cause the only word you know is "motherfucker" Yo, you don't see a whole race in bondage No, you grab the microphone and feed 'em garbage Yo, everything about me is fresher than fresher Than fresher than fresh, of course it's KRS Flashing lyrics, metaphysics, unlike you idiots Be doing, I'm pursuing, chewing your whole crew And what you feel like doin', your face they be ungluin' Like a gift, don't step to Kris, you're dismissed [Chorus] Duck! Duck! Sucker MC's duck down! Duck! Bo! [Outro] Rewind! Duck! Bo!