[ CHORUS ] We now interrupt your regularly scheduled programmin Of hours of commercial rap and slow jammin To bring you the latest news and scientific breakthroughs A special update for those who woke up late Heard my last jam but didn't quite get it You took my tape home, put it on but couldn't fit it You wouldn't admit it, but you bit it You tried to swallow it but couldn't follow it, you shouldn'ta did it Y'all cats need to quit it, I'm sayin, stop playin with it You, your crew and your DJ can hit it It's time to clean out your locker And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rocker Boom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker '81 summer heat, 'Big Beat' knocker Rang-dang-doogie-da-dang-da-dang-doogie Tootie bang-bang, 2 train to the Boogie Born in the Bronx, raised in Manhattan I been to Brooklyn, Queens and Staten Am I still rappin - what you're tryin to tell me? Hit em with the 12", slap em with the LP God please help me to understand you Walkin round frontin like you got somethin brand new
[ CHORUS ] Now I don't know what y'all been told But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top And if ya can't rap then ya needs to stop
(Ya know it's hot) Yo, this is not a test (Ya know it's hot) Yo, this is not a test So I hope you got your vest Unless you wanna feel hot steel in your chest
[ VERSE 2 ] Nobody gets out alive till the cops arrive A shot from a .45 couldn't stop my vibe Phase me or daze me, nobody plays me Five-o shot at me, but yo, they gotta be crazy They only grazed me, I had to be swayze My mama always told me not to be lazy See, back in the days we used to breathe and live this When grabbin a mic wasn't a right but a privilege When you came to the party had to be prepared When you stepped to the stage I could see you're scared Don't even bring it to me, I'ma take it there Your whole crew just against me just to make it fair Now who wanna mess around and test the sound And try to pick it up when you can't put it down
[ CHORUS ] See I don't know what y'all been told But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top And if ya can't rap...
[ VERSE 3 ] Then you needs to stop runnin off at the mouth You can even step forth, break north or fly south Look east, go west, now choose who's the best Who spit that hot shit that'll bruise your flesh Tell me who rocks the boat and who steers the rudders? Who brings home the bread and prepares the buttas? I got rap pages that collapse stages My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages I cause more scare than Godzilla Guerilla warfare, there's a stone cold killer The kid from the Bronx who stomps your whole villa Uptown, gimme the crown, there is none iller You're still a part-time, petty crime nickel and dime With two feet on a street corner kickin a rhyme You shoulda kept it real from Jump Street Record sales slump, you got cut off like lunch meat Life, thou's strife now, don't it feel strange To be on top then get dropped like loose change? I guess when ya hot ya hot And when you choose to snooze then you lose your spot
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