Way Out West Kurtis Blow

Way out west from way back east
Coming from the place you'd expect the least
There came a stranger dressed in black
From a Harlem Town, a long way back

Had a Stetson hat with a band of gold
Eyes like steel make your blood run cold
Had a microphone hanging by his side
Just ready to be amplified

Rode into town on a big black steed
Lookin' for a man named Ganamede
I hear the dude just won't get down
If I rock this world, I can rock this town!

And when they asked him for his name
He said "Kurtis Blow, I play the rappin' game
I can do the do, I can do the deed
And tonight I'm gonna rock Ganamede!"

Now Ganamede thought he was cool
Wore Gucci shoes, had a fancy school
A fancy job in a big corporation
Fancy girls all across the nation

Fancy car, fancy clothes
Fancy friends and fancy dough
Only one thing he wouldn't do
Is let himself get down with you