Here's a little story that be told Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop a little story that must be told You're listenin' to the sounds, of the MC, in the world Keith, go off and go off
I got a flier in my hand, Bambaataa Cold Crush The is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayon Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase me
Flash and Theodore, cuts that blind me Catch a Groove is the rhythm, spinnin' and forth From the and the Valley, swingin' back up North Towards the South Bronx, Euceda and Webster
The speakers are pumpin', power bass is the Ultra mega amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin' From side to side, the meters will peak had some good MC's, a lot of them, they was weak
They no style with no metaphor, no to speak Melle Mel had the best rhymes, with Caz Kool Moe tried to get down but I made him sit that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this
Stop and go turn, see the and go burn To ashes to ashes, dust to Seven years toy you still 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, a rhyme turn gold you're listenin', I throw a buzz in your ear Bust the
Yes, yes Let's rock, get Yes, yes Let's rock, get
Yes, yes Let's rock, get
Now swing your around, dosey-dosey Like musical and ring around the Rosie The party you see, Kool Herc with J.C. The battle, The Disco Twins
rhymes with break beats, the DJ spins For the L Brothers, steppin' right in the Mean Gene was maxin', Rockin' Rob to work While the tables would turn, the old needles to jerk
the belt drive, Technics and B-1's With the orange 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, that funky 40 ounce Ikey C from Cosmic, the bass bottom Red in the booth, the T-Connection to mix Silly you know my style has Trix
To go on, to the line, to the break of dawn I move up step, to the early early morn With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme Never or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'
it's time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither rapper was Back in the days, you had to be so To stretch out a rhyme and it double elastic
You learn new jack, step back and be You know time it is boy and every mic I smoke 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 Club, while Tom excel I got a name for your brain that surely a bell Duke had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy Playin' James records, you stupid you silly boy
Bongo Rockin', hard the rhythm go You fake and pass, Busy Bee and go To the AJ Scratch, a funky beat that With a break, that was hard to catch
DST was mixin', with his elbows Freakin' the wheels, rhymes, here we go To the master faster, up and go faster Turn my JVC to power and blast the
Mario tape, yes The King With the The Funky Drums, no new jack swing Happy rappers with dots, were bound to get stuck You had the Zulus the crew, you're pushin' your luck
The Casanovas was all scheamin' to duck You had The Spades, plus 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 sweet G and up to Cisko And freakier Islam, with the Great Love high-top beats, can you check it, you dig Kool out smokin', my lyrics 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