Here's a little that must be told Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop Here's a story that must be told 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, Bambaataa with Crush The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase me
Flash and Theodore, super that blind me Catch a is the rhythm, spinnin' back and forth From the East and the Valley, back 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 will peak They had some MC's, a lot of them, they was weak
They no style with no metaphor, no to speak Melle Mel had the best rhymes, rankin' Caz Kool Moe to get down but I made 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 crusty Your old rhymes are rust, dirty and dusty
And under your arms you're power and musty Get out of my way, and let the path roll Let me run up the charts, freak a turn 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 your around, dosey-dosey Like musical chairs and around the Rosie The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C. The battle, The Disco Twins
Funky with break beats, the DJ spins For the L Brothers, right in the scene Mean Gene was maxin', Rockin' Rob went to While the tables would turn, the old used to jerk
With the drive, Technics and B-1's the orange light shinin', the red on D-1's Direct and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E. Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, and Superman
Pullin' out Olde E, that funky funky 40 ounce Ikey C from Cosmic, the bass bounce Red in the booth, the T-Connection to mix Silly you know 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 and some rhyme popcorn Never smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or
Because time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic Donald Rock and Whip, neither 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 and be wack You what time it is boy and every mic I smoke Bust the
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 for your brain that surely rings a bell Patti Duke had the hands, swift with Billy Boy Playin' James Brown records, you stupid you boy
Bongo Rockin', where the rhythm go You and pass, Busy Bee give and go To the AJ Scratch, a beat that matched With a break, that was hard to catch
DST was mixin', slicin' his elbows Freakin' the wheels, loopin' rhymes, we go To the faster, speed up and go faster Turn my JVC to power and blast the
Mario tape, yes The King the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack swing Happy rappers with dots, were bound to get stuck You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you're your luck
The Casanovas was maxin' all scheamin' to You had The Spades, plus The Savage Skulls Gang was over, neither crew is exist They got a job and a wife, a pretty to kiss
So on the kept rollin', straight up into disco Eddie was sweet G and back up to Cisko And freakier Islam, with the Great Love Spinnin' high-top beats, can you it, you dig Keith 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