Hey, yeah yeah You got it goin' on Oh na na, na na Now I wrote this record for when I perform On the nights inside a university dorm I put pen to paper, with the paper to pen For the times I'm rockin' the mic in front of women and men I get raw like Eddie, rough like Freddie Kruger with a Luger turning men into spaghetti I'm like Fats Domino, off of Blueberry Hill Because my rhymes are funky-fresh and not run of the mill So like a king has palaces, I give an analysis You can't talk because you're suffering paralysis If the mouth, of the lip, of the tongue Coming to you compliments of a brother named Young Now you can't talk because I'm leaving you speechless So be quiet, let an educator teach this I speak to my producer so he's in a rage So like he controls the vinyl, I control the stage Cuz I come off Yo, I come off Four score and seven years ago There were a whole bunch of rappers who were in the know Four score and seven years later I dig holes in those rappers like the moon with a crater Because to battle me you're really taking a risk Cuz you're an 8-track tape and I'm a compact disc Like Tyson drops boxers in rapid succession That's how I'm dropping rappers in the rappin' profession I'm comin off Just like the clothes on a hooker And I can fly just like Jimmy 'Superfly' Snuka Like the shuttle goes up into outer space People's hands go up when I enter the place I don't mean to brag or boast or try to tell you I'm great But I can rock the microphone like Dorothy Hamil can skate Yeah, I can say a funky rhyme like Greg Louganis can dive Don't have to be Saturday night for Young MC to come off Yo, I come off My name is Young MC and baby I come off Yo, the brother's comin' off Bust this a-here we go a-here we go a-here we go Come on, come on, come on, come on Here we go Here we go a-here we go Come on, come on, come on, come on a-here we go Lo and behold, Young MC struck gold From the rhymes that I been singing to the young and the old From the battles I've been having with the smart and the dumb From the records I've been making with the mic and the drum You know the other rappers wanna play a game with me They run and hide when they hear the name of Young MC Like a kid playing tag, it's how it's got to be So when I start I say, "olly olly oxen free" Yo, you could never write a rhyme as strong as this one So pay attention, 'cause you don't wanna miss one of my healthy rhymes, nobody's are healthier New York, New Jersey, LA and Philadelphia City to city and town to town Place to place, country to country, 'cuz I get around Even if you were in prison, you'da heard me play Because the warden'd have me rockin' up on the PA So when you get out, come and see my show But if you start static, back in you go Cuz comin' off is the title and the theme of my jam And when the rhymes are finally finished people say Goddamn cuz I come off I come off Yo baby, I come off a-here we go a-here we go a-here we go Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on