Rap Machine

歌詞

Now the party didn't start till I walked in An' I probably won't leave until the thing ends But in the mean time, the in between time If you work your thing, then I'll work mine We came here together so we could have fun Me an' you, baby, goin' one on one Now this is the last chance for us to get off So either get loose, or you ought to get lost 'Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing 'Cause I'm the stone cold, New York rap machine I'ma give you what I got an' baby, that's plenty An' never has one man rocked so many Im'a make you wet an' make you sweat Just to see how funky you can get Now, when I'm on the mic, I do serve well An' I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear Get ready for a trip through the atmosphere Gonna take you for a ride through the Twilight Zone I don't need a space ship, I use my microphone So hold on tight, with all your might 'Cause I'll be rappin' like this for the rest of the night It's Jalil, y'all, your master rapper An' when I'm on the mic it's a sheer disaster 'Cause MCs crumble when we rumble Some think I'm soft just because I'm humble So all you MCs, I hope you're real good listeners 'Cause in this battle, I'm takin' no prisoners I'm slayin' MCs right on the spot 'Cause I'm the the master of the rap, the doctor of the rock The 'Jack of all trades', the master of one An' the thing I'm at is called havin' fun We got three minutes left to rock this funk To separate the good stuff from the junk So get in the groove an' feel the sound An' once you're inside, spread yourself around From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom Come on, Master Dee, get funky while we got 'em Me an' my partner, from the start We usually get together, after dark Sometimes to rap, sometimes to sing In the summer or the winter 'cause it ain't no thing An' ever since I first came round Side by side, we'd throw down We came here to this here place To serve you all right to your face Because this jam here is our show stopper We didn't wanna do it but I guess we gotta We're the men of the hour, makin' the ladies scream an' holler Too hot to trot, too sweet to be sour I'm gonna set the record straight An' I hope that it is not too late If you want the best, I wont settle for less Put your money on me, I'm your best bet Come on, one for the treble Two for the bass Three for the ladies Four for the plaid Five, minutes of funk, this ain't no junk So pull your bottom, off the tree stump Ladies real pretty, city to city But now we're gettin' down to the nitty gritty From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom I'm gonna rock 'em, while I still got 'em Our rappin' shower has 3E86style an' power An' this is our disco hour I dunno if all of you have heard So it's up to me to spread the word About the man that we feel has got to be real Our crowned Prince on the wheels of steel He goes by the name of Grandmaster Dee So if it's alright with you, it's alright with me We gonna rock you people's minds with ease With some help from the Maestro, if you please