Lyrics:
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
I need a deejay like (Jazzy) to back me up
So when I'm rockin on the mic
He's on the crossfade cut
Scratchin and mixin, mixin and scratchin
Second
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
idiot, riveting dissonant lyricist
Sick remix incoming, you're witnessing its imminence
Lorde! (You gotta be feeling this)
I'm about to blow up, about
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie
They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put work on they block
Light-skinned, steps into the picture
Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your
Hand around waist, space drippin from moisture
Strokin the neck, you
Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's
gesturing
at the radio like the DJ's can see me
I'm screamin so my windows got steamy
Every song sounds the same, if they're lookin for fame
why do their
rockstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
I found a Message in a Bottle so I called
day, this guy came along
He didn't have a radio but he was playin a song
I got curious, so I said, yo what's that noise?" (What noise? I don't know)
No
for Sway & Tech's mix show
"The Wake Up Show" Who was this rapper using
All these big words? But it wasn't
Until his team-up with fellow West Coast rap
Chased by predators
Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president
Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent
Ain't no hesitation
start snapping and my hands start clapping
Spirit lifts and then my backbone slips
I want to keep on step at the discotheque
So just play that beat,
start snapping and my hands start clapping
Spirit lifts and then my backbone slips
I want to keep on step at the discotheque
So just play that beat,
start snapping and my hands start clapping
Spirit lifts and then my backbone slips
I want to keep on step at the discotheque
So just play that beat,
Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded
New York City, I'm fuckin' BAPE up
When I ain't on satellite fuckin' Shade up
All you radio niggas need to wake up
Flex need to call me so Hot 97 can
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood when we groove and prove
Moneyshot throws this here dope track on
So now you know, if you're wondering how
You've been hearing this rap on the radio now
Time to break, and let
like me didn't believe em'
Rudest, the way the labels percieve him, but I ain't - in this game to make friends
Make love to ya label or hold hands, so
to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie
To the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock you don't stop
Rock the rhythm
That'll make your body rock
Well so far you've heard my
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