Here's a little story that must be Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop Here's a little story that must be 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 place is packed, Johnny Wa and Rayon ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my side, Chase behind me
Flash and Theodore, cuts that blind me Catch a Groove is the rhythm, spinnin' back and From the East and the Valley, swingin' up North Towards the South Bronx, Euceda and Webster
The speakers are pumpin', power is thumpin' With the mega amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin' From side to side, the double meters will had some good MC's, a lot of them, they was weak
They no style with no metaphor, no voice to Melle Mel had the rhymes, rankin' with Caz Kool Moe tried to get down but I him sit down With that metaphor quickness, you and you bit this
and go turn, see the flame and go burn To ashes to ashes, to dust Seven years later toy you still crust Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and
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 turn 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 your around, dosey-dosey Like musical chairs and ring the Rosie The you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C. The Herculoids battle, The Twins
Funky rhymes break beats, the DJ spins For the L Brothers, right in the scene Mean Gene was maxin', Rockin' Rob to work While the tables turn, the old needles used to jerk
With the belt drive, Technics and With the orange light shinin', the red on Direct drive and Nova, I'm with G.L.O.B.E. Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and
Pullin' out that Olde E, that funky 40 ounce Ikey C from Cosmic, the bottom bounce Red in the booth, the T-Connection to mix Silly rabbit you my style has Trix
To go on, to the next line, to the of dawn I move up step, to the early early morn With a hip-hop drink and rhyme popcorn Never smokin' or or ever jokin' or riffin'
Because it's time to plex more, and fantastic Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither rapper was in the days, you had to be so sarcastic To stretch out a rhyme and make it double
You learn new jack, step and be wack You know what 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
on at the Boys Club, while Tom excel I got a name for brain that surely rings a bell Patti had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy James Brown 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 two-second break, 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 my JVC to mega power and blast the
Mario tape, yes The Disco the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack swing Happy with polka dots, were bound to get stuck You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you're pushin' your
The was maxin' 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 Chiba was sweet G and back up to Cisko And freakier Islam, the Great Love Squids high-top beats, can you check it, you dig Kool out smokin', my lyrics 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