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I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now.
Never. It's all been leading up to this moment. All right now, right here. My whole life, right here.... We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez (I have some goodie goods for you to eat) The party people scream Oui, oui c'est vrai! (Yes yes, it's true) 'Cause I got a remote for my B-Day Hey I'm A-D-R-O-C-K I use a microphone like Picasso* used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I'll give it my best and say Come what may 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pel?Gettin' old, like Ali Boomba Yay* So fed up with my Caesar toupee It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray D-D-Dive* So-Socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright Created a monster with these rhymes I write Don't say mine are wack, please say goodnight Now here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people gotta bite But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice Readin' in the news, 'cause I'm Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam use tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So I keep my mind still, like the still of night Now who in the world do you want to fight It's against the system we should unite Homophobics say Alright... If you learn to love then you might love life (chorus) Bringin' back that old New York rap.... Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks* To afford the poor decide to react Come on party people, share up your stacks Now, I'm a' break it down to the brass tacks* Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch I'd like to have a say on the income tax Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts No money for health care, so what's the catch? The man got you locked with no keys to the latch Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack* (chorus) |
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Well they were all impressed with your Halston dress
Yes people that you knew at Elaine's Well the story of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained Well you had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to turn the party out You had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you Always got the piece of crowd You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night, whoa They were all impressed with your Halston dress And the people that you knew at Elaine's And the stories of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained Well I'm not sure what you said last night No I'm not sure that you want to know Well here's one hint honey You sure did put on a show Well you had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to go and please the crowd You had to be a big shot, didn't you Always turned the party out Had to have the front page, last night Just to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to have the front page, last night Oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh Oh Oh Oh |
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I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now.
Never. It's all been leading up to this moment. All right now, right here. My whole life, right here.... We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez (I have some goodie goods for you to eat) The party people scream Oui, oui c'est vrai! (Yes yes, it's true) 'Cause I got a remote for my B-Day Hey I'm A-D-R-O-C-K I use a microphone like Picasso* used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I'll give it my best and say Come what may 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pel?Gettin' old, like Ali Boomba Yay* So fed up with my Caesar toupee It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray D-D-Dive* So-Socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright Created a monster with these rhymes I write Don't say mine are wack, please say goodnight Now here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people gotta bite But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice Readin' in the news, 'cause I'm Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam use tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So I keep my mind still, like the still of night Now who in the world do you want to fight It's against the system we should unite Homophobics say Alright... If you learn to love then you might love life (chorus) Bringin' back that old New York rap.... Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks* To afford the poor decide to react Come on party people, share up your stacks Now, I'm a' break it down to the brass tacks* Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch I'd like to have a say on the income tax Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts No money for health care, so what's the catch? The man got you locked with no keys to the latch Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack* (chorus) |
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