I Come Off Young MC

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, ya, ya, you got it going on
Aah na-na, na-na

Now I wrote this record for when I perform
Lonely nights inside a university dorm
I put pen to paper with a paper and pen
For the times I'm rockin' the mic in front of women and men

I get raw like Eddie, rough like Freddy
Krueger with a Luger turnin' men into spaghetti
I'm like Fats Domino off of Blueberry Hill
Because my rhymes are funky fresh and not run of the mill

Just like a king has palaces, I give an analysis
You can't talk because you suffer from paralysis
Of the mouth, of the lip, of the tongue
Comin' to you compliments of a brother named Young

Now you can't talk because I'm leaving you speechless
So be quiet and let an educator teach this
It's due to my producer, so he's in a rage
And Mike, you control the vinyl, I'll control the stage
'Cause I come off
Yo, I come off