Here's a little that must be told Ah yes, yes and you don't stop Here's a little story that must be You're to the sounds, of the best MC, in the world Keith, go off and go off
I got a flier in my hand, with Cold Crush The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my side, Chase behind me
Flash and Theodore, super cuts that me Catch a Groove is the rhythm, back and forth From the East and the Valley, swingin' back up Towards the South Bronx, Euceda Park and
The speakers are pumpin', power bass is With the mega amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin' From to side, the double meters will peak They had some good MC's, a lot of them, they was
no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak Melle Mel had the best rhymes, rankin' Caz Kool Moe tried to get down but I made him sit With that quickness, you bite and you bit this
Stop and go turn, see the and go burn To ashes to ashes, to dust Seven years later toy you still crust Your old rhymes are rust, dirty and dusty
And under arms you're kickin' power and musty Get out of my way, and let the rhythm roll Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme gold While you're listenin', I throw a 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 musical chairs and ring around the Rosie The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C. The Herculoids battle, The Disco
Funky rhymes with beats, the DJ spins For the L Brothers, steppin' in the scene Gene was maxin', Rockin' Rob went to work While the would turn, the old needles used to jerk
the belt drive, Technics and B-1's With the orange light shinin', the red on Direct and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E. Mr. and Pow-Wow, Monk and Superman
Pullin' out that Olde E, that funky funky 40 Ikey C from Cosmic, the bass bounce Red Alert in the booth, the to mix Silly rabbit you know my has Trix
To go on, to the next line, to the break of While I up step, to the early early morn With a drink and some rhyme popcorn Never or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'
Because it's time to plex more, and 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 new jack, step back and be wack You what 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 Boys Club, while Tom I got a for your brain that surely rings a bell Patti Duke had the nice hands, with Billy Boy Playin' James Brown records, you you silly boy
Bongo Rockin', where the rhythm go You and pass, Busy Bee give and go To the AJ Scratch, a funky beat that With a break, that was hard to catch
DST was mixin', slicin' his elbows Freakin' the wheels, loopin' rhymes, we go To the master faster, up and go faster Turn my JVC to power and blast the
Mario tape, yes The Disco With the b-side The Funky Drums, no new swing Happy rappers with polka dots, were to get stuck You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you're pushin' your
The Casanovas was all scheamin' to duck You had The Black Spades, The Savage Skulls Gang bangin' was over, neither is exist got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss
So on the rhymes kept rollin', up into disco Eddie was sweet G and back up to Cisko And freakier Islam, with the Great Squids high-top beats, can you check it, you dig Kool Keith out smokin', my are hot the facts
Let's rock, get Yes, yes Let's rock, get
Yes, yes Let's rock, get Yes, yes Let's rock, get