Here's a little story that be told Ah yes, yes y'all and you don't Here's a little that must be told You're listenin' to the sounds, of the best MC, in the Keith, go off and go off
I got a flier in my hand, with Cold Crush The place is packed, Johnny Wa and Rayon Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Jazzy Jay by my side, Chase behind me
Flash and Theodore, super that blind me Catch a Groove is the rhythm, spinnin' back and From the and the Valley, swingin' back up North Towards the South Bronx, Euceda and Webster
The are pumpin', power bass is thumpin' With the Ultra mega amp, keepin' pep up, From side to side, the meters will peak had some good MC's, a lot of them, they was weak
They no style no metaphor, no voice to speak Melle Mel had the best rhymes, rankin' Caz Kool Moe tried to get but I made him sit down With that quickness, you bite and you bit this
and go turn, see the flame and go burn To ashes to ashes, dust to Seven years later toy you still crusty Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and
And under your arms you're kickin' and musty Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path Let me run up the charts, freak a turn gold While listenin', I throw 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 chairs and ring the Rosie The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C. The Herculoids battle, The 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 turn, the old needles used to jerk
With the belt drive, 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 Olde E, that funky funky 40 ounce Ikey C Cosmic, the bass bottom bounce Red Alert in the booth, the to mix Silly rabbit you know my style has
To go on, to the next line, to the of dawn While I move up step, to the early morn With a hip-hop drink and rhyme popcorn smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'
Because it's to plex more, and rhyme fantastic Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither was plastic Back in the days, you had to be so To out a rhyme and make it double elastic
You learn new jack, back and be wack 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
on at the Boys Club, while Tom excel I got a name for your brain that surely a bell Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift Billy Boy Playin' James Brown records, you you silly boy
Rockin', hard where the rhythm go You fake and pass, Busy Bee and go To the AJ Scratch, a beat that matched With a two-second break, that was hard to
DST was mixin', slicin' his elbows Freakin' the wheels, rhymes, here we go To the faster, speed up and go faster Turn my JVC to mega and blast the
Mario tape, yes The Disco With the The Funky Drums, no new jack swing Happy with polka 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 Black Spades, plus The Skulls Gang was over, neither crew is exist They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to
So on the rhymes kept rollin', up into disco Eddie Chiba was sweet G and up to Cisko And Islam, with 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