Here's a story that must be told Ah yes, yes and you don't stop Here's a story that must be told listenin' 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, Johnny Wa and Rayon Lovely ladies sweet, with 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, spinnin' back and From the East and the Valley, back up North Towards the South Bronx, Euceda Park and
The are pumpin', power bass is thumpin' With the mega amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin' From side to side, the meters will peak They had some 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 down but I him sit down With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit
Stop and go turn, see the and go burn To to ashes, dust to dust Seven years later toy you crusty crust old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty
And your 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 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 partner around, dosey-dosey Like musical chairs and ring around the The you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C. The battle, The Disco Twins
Funky with break beats, the DJ spins For the L Brothers, steppin' right in the Mean Gene was maxin', Rob went to work the tables would 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 Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin' G.L.O.B.E. Mr. and Pow-Wow, Monk and Superman
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 know my style has
To go on, to the next line, to the break of I move up step, to the early early morn With a hip-hop and some rhyme popcorn 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 what time it is boy and every mic I 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 name for your that surely rings a bell Patti Duke had the hands, swift with Billy Boy Playin' James Brown records, you stupid you boy
Rockin', hard where the rhythm go You fake and pass, Busy Bee and go To the AJ Scratch, a funky beat matched With a break, that was hard to catch
DST was mixin', with his elbows Freakin' the wheels, loopin' rhymes, we go To the master faster, speed up and go Turn my JVC to power and blast the
Mario tape, yes The Disco With the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack Happy rappers with polka dots, were to get stuck You had the Zulus the Nine crew, pushin' your luck
The was maxin' all scheamin' to duck You had The Black Spades, plus The Savage Gang bangin' was over, neither 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 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