A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
You're listening to the sounds of the best MC in the world, Kool Keith
I got a flyer in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush
The place is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayvon
Lovely ladies smelling sweet with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me
Flash and Theodore, super cuts sublime me
"Catch a Groove" is the rhythm, spinning back and forth
From the East and the Valley, swinging back up North
Towards the South Bronx, to Cedar Park and Webster
The speakers are pumping, power bass is thumping
With the Ultra mega amp, keeping pep up jumping
From side to side, the double meters have peaked
They had some good MC's, a lot of them they was weak
They had no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak
Melle Mel had the best rhymes, ranking with Caz
Kool Moe tried to get down, but I made him sit down
With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this
Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn
To ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Seven years later toy you still crusty crust
Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty
And under your arms you're kicking power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold
While you're listening, I throw a buzz in your ear
Bust the facts!
You're listening to the sounds of the best MC in the world, Kool Keith
I got a flyer in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush
The place is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayvon
Lovely ladies smelling sweet with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me
Flash and Theodore, super cuts sublime me
"Catch a Groove" is the rhythm, spinning back and forth
From the East and the Valley, swinging back up North
Towards the South Bronx, to Cedar Park and Webster
The speakers are pumping, power bass is thumping
With the Ultra mega amp, keeping pep up jumping
From side to side, the double meters have peaked
They had some good MC's, a lot of them they was weak
They had no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak
Melle Mel had the best rhymes, ranking with Caz
Kool Moe tried to get down, but I made him sit down
With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this
Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn
To ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Seven years later toy you still crusty crust
Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty
And under your arms you're kicking power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold
While you're listening, I throw a buzz in your ear
Bust the facts!
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