| Song | The Style You Haven't Done Yet |
| Artist | Boogie Down Productions |
| Album | Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop |
| 作词 : KRS One | |
| Intro | |
| KRS-One. | |
| Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye | |
| Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye | |
| Come in! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin' | |
| But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin' | |
| They're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it | |
| Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it | |
| Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer | |
| Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser | |
| And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong | |
| With those that perform their song on and on | |
| And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific | |
| This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted | |
| I speak to you, not at you to attack you | |
| Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue | |
| So now I ax you or tell you people literally | |
| When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me | |
| Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry | |
| Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me | |
| KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet | |
| Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet | |
| Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! | |
| Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! | |
| Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye! | |
| Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Run it, son, plumb it you bum | |
| Don't you know that it's KRS-One | |
| That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung | |
| I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run | |
| Cos only the suckers want a chance at that | |
| To see if KRS-One is really all that | |
| Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back | |
| Because the teacher that you see is not wack | |
| I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made | |
| Three albums, a triple-layer cake | |
| And throw it in your face you waste | |
| Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race | |
| While I whip you whine, you're out of touch | |
| I'm out of time, here's another rhyme | |
| (The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh.Oh | |
| yes, dude. Yes) | |
| (What's the name of that crew? B.D.P) | |
| (Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew) |
| zuò cí : KRS One | |
| Intro | |
| KRSOne. | |
| Widdybyebye byebye byebye bye | |
| Widdybyebye byebye byebye bye | |
| Come in! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin' | |
| But when I listen to ' em I see they' re only lyin' | |
| They' re tryin', but after some years if you ain' t got it | |
| Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it | |
| Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer | |
| Don' t touch the microphone because you' ll always be the loser | |
| And laughed at, smirked on, you don' t belong | |
| With those that perform their song on and on | |
| And on and on and on, yo, let' s get specific | |
| This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted | |
| I speak to you, not at you to attack you | |
| Maybe when I' m through with this rhyme I' ll get a statue | |
| So now I ax you or tell you people literally | |
| When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me | |
| Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry | |
| Any time I' m in the street, you hear my voice, you know it' s me | |
| KR... nope! I' m not ready to say my name yet | |
| Many say they teach, but this style they haven' t attained yet | |
| Widdybyebye bye, widdybyebye bye bye, widdy byebye! | |
| Byebye byebye bye, widdybyebye bye bye, widdy byebye! | |
| Bye bye bye bye, widdybyebye bye bye, widdy byebye! | |
| Byebye byebye bye, widdybyebye bye bye | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Run it, son, plumb it you bum | |
| Don' t you know that it' s KRSOne | |
| That comes to sing the styles that ain' t sung | |
| I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run | |
| Cos only the suckers want a chance at that | |
| To see if KRSOne is really all that | |
| Instead of a rap I japslap all of ' em back | |
| Because the teacher that you see is not wack | |
| I' d like to stack up all the hits that I' ve made | |
| Three albums, a triplelayer cake | |
| And throw it in your face you waste | |
| Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race | |
| While I whip you whine, you' re out of touch | |
| I' m out of time, here' s another rhyme | |
| The black man' s in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh | |
| yes, dude. Yes | |
| What' s the name of that crew? B. D. P | |
| Say what? I' m not down with the Juice Crew |