B-Boy Document Songtext
von Krown Rulers

B-Boy, B-B-B-B
B-Boy document
B-B-Boy document
B-Boy-Boy do-document
B-B-B-Boy document
B-B-B-Boy do-document


Check it out hip-hoppers get your tape deck ready
For the next few minutes I′ma rock rhyme steady
This is my story 'cause the B-Boy′s king
Of the ghetto, underworld, and the project swing
The year's '87, hard rock as ever
Truth society speaks now or never
It′s far back in ′61 when Malcolm X stated
An empire's built on the power created
By B-Boys just like yourself
On a 1-10 scale I′ve been labeled a 12
For the parties I've rocked and the crews I′ve aced
Like a player best be but my jumper still fades
To two paragraphs of the greatest extent
In this jam called the B-Boy document

B-Boy document
B-B-B-B
B-Boy do-document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-Boy document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-Boy do-document


Now the point I'm making has knowledge combined
A B-Boy′s blessed with a genius mind
But he'd rather be a hustler, dress sharp, flash dough
His home is the ave as the street-wise flow
Attracted to the world of dope and prostitution
Death is the greatest common factor solution
From jealousy souls who wished they had it
Or a blue steel plate .45 automatic
Even as I speak most fly girls dance
But this song's for the fellas in the B-Boy stance
Defending their turf, up raising the block
B-Boy academy is where I learned to rock
His first name′s Royal, his middle name′s T
His last name's Rocker and he spins for me
My document

Now the B-Boy′s life's not for all those living
Sometimes chosen, sometimes it′s given to you
Among this you can never run
Just attack with skill until the checkers are none
When the playing board's clear and the squares are bare
Soot from this war will fill the air
Guns and bodies all across the grass
Strong memories of the ruthless last
I can only look back and make you think
I can lead you to the water if you choose to drink
This battle will continue ′til the ending of time
Much longer than that you'll remember this rhyme
Many rappers have died from the three-card spread
Like a girl named Molly it's a trick in your head
That′s the price you pay for the war you spent
In this jam called the B-Boy

Doc- doc- document
B-Boy document
B-Boy document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-Boy document
B-Boy document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-Boy document
B-B-B-Boy

Fresh caddies trimmed in gold
Dark tint windows and sparkling vogues
Dice for the mirror gents and tri-ax
Tune modulation like Radio Shack
The B-Boy′s king of the downtown scene
Taught how to break when the sirens scream
The only way the system can take what's ours
By the suckers who sing from the crowd little bars
Slick boys of the crystal dust
Grand Puba is the pie and my voice the crust
From the B-Boy academy flags fly low
In remembrance of Don who they killed for blow
The question remains why did Dante die
Tears still trickle from his girlfriend′s eye
Midnight, two weeks ago
On the top of the ave where the gangsters flow
Came a long black car with the lights aflame
And the driver asked what's Cool Don his name
But before he could rhyme make his move or fess
They pumped four shells into Dante′s chest
That's the price you pay for the war you spent
In my jam called the B-Boy

Doc- doc- doc- document
B-Boy document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
Ah yeah, to the B-Boy academy
And all the B-Boys out there
And to MC Ultra and the Tuff Crew
And on my tables, the Royal Rockers
B-Boy document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-Boy document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-B-B-Boy do-document
B-B-B-Boy do-document