Here's a little story that must be Ah yes, yes y'all and you don't Here's a little story must be told You're listenin' to the sounds, of the best MC, in the Keith, go off and go off
I got a in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase me
and Theodore, super cuts that blind me Catch a Groove is the rhythm, spinnin' back and From the East and the Valley, back up North Towards the South Bronx, Euceda Park and
The speakers are pumpin', power bass is With the Ultra mega amp, pep up, jumpin' From side to side, the double will peak They had good MC's, a lot of them, they was weak
They no with no metaphor, no voice to speak Melle Mel had the best rhymes, with Caz Kool Moe tried to get but I made him sit down With that quickness, you bite and you bit this
Stop and go turn, see the and go burn To ashes to ashes, dust to Seven years later toy you crusty crust old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty
And under your arms you're kickin' and musty Get out of my way, and let the path roll Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn While you're listenin', I a buzz in your ear the facts
Yes, yes Let's rock, get Yes, yes Let's rock, get
Yes, yes Let's rock, get
Now swing partner around, dosey-dosey Like musical and ring around the Rosie The party you pace see, Kool with J.C. The battle, The Disco Twins
rhymes with break beats, the DJ spins For the L Brothers, steppin' in the scene Mean Gene was maxin', Rob went to work While the tables would turn, the old used to jerk
With the drive, Technics and B-1's With the light shinin', the red on D-1's drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E. Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, and Superman
Pullin' out that Olde E, funky funky 40 ounce Ikey C from Cosmic, the bottom bounce Red in the booth, the T-Connection to mix Silly rabbit you know my has Trix
To go on, to the next line, to the of dawn While I move up step, to the early morn With a hip-hop and some rhyme popcorn Never smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or
Because time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, rapper was plastic in the days, you had to be so sarcastic To out a rhyme and make it double elastic
You learn new jack, step back and be You know what time it is boy and every mic I the facts
Yes, yes Let's rock, get Yes, yes Let's rock, get
Yes, yes Let's rock, get Yes, yes Let's rock, get
Later on at the Boys Club, Tom excel I got a name for your brain that rings a bell Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift with Boy James Brown records, you stupid you silly boy
Bongo Rockin', hard the rhythm go You fake and pass, Bee give and go To the AJ Scratch, a funky that matched With a two-second break, that was hard to
DST was mixin', slicin' with his the wheels, loopin' rhymes, here we go To the faster, speed up and go faster Turn my JVC to mega power and the
tape, yes The Disco King With the b-side The Drums, no new jack swing Happy rappers with polka dots, bound to get stuck You had the Zulus the Nine crew, pushin' your luck
The Casanovas was maxin' all to duck You had The Black Spades, The Savage Skulls Gang bangin' was over, neither is exist They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to
So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up disco Eddie Chiba was G and back up to Cisko And Islam, with the Great Love Squids Spinnin' high-top beats, can you it, you dig Kool Keith out smokin', my are hot Bust the
Let's rock, get Yes, yes Let's rock, get
Yes, yes Let's rock, get Yes, yes Let's rock, get