Christmas Rappin’ Kurtis Blow

[Intro]
[Storyteller]
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
[Kurtis Blow]
Hold it now! Wait, hold it. That's played out. Hit it!

[Verse 1]
Don't you give me all that jive about things you wrote before I's alive
'Cause this ain't 1823 -- ain't even 1970
Now I'm the guy named Kurtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know
So every year just about this time, I celebrate it with a rhyme

Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, gonna make it good
Gonna rock shock clock it through your neighborhood
Gonna ring it, gonna sing it till it's understood
My rappin' 'bout to happen like a knee you've been slapping
Or a toe you've been tapping on a hunk of wood

'Bout a red-suited dude with a friendly attitude
And a sleigh full of goodies for for the people on the block
Got a long white beard, maybe looks kinda weird
And if you ever see him, he can give you quite a shock

Now people let me tell ya bout last year
When the dude came flying over here
Well, the hawk was out, snow's on the ground
Folks stayed in to party down
The beat was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my socks
And the drummer played at a solid pace
And a taste of the bass was in my face
And the guitar player laid down the heavy layer
Of the funky, junky rhythm of the disco beat
And the guy with the 88's started to participate
And I could sure appreciate a sound so sweet