Rammellzee And Shock Dell At The Amphitheatre

Lyrics

[Intro: Shockdell] Macho man who has a master plan you can't understand And I don't stop that body rock And keep, a keep rockin' the sure shot (Crazy hands, Crazy Legs) Keep rock, rock-rock the rock-rock Keep rockin' the sure shot Rammell, my mellow, my man Just get on the mic with the master plan [Verse 1: Rammellzee] Well, I broke you to a decimal When a shaolin crawls down the Cypress Hill As I turned the corner to see my boy I drink a whiff of riddle for the widdle toy Saw I'm writin' on the wall, the def graffiti I told the sucka nigga he couldn't bring the paint I got on the mic, yes, I had a night I shocked the sucka nigga to the break of daylight All breakers out there on the floor Rock with the rhythm, with the freaks galore Put the music out with the apple pie Shockdell and me, you don't— [Interlude] You guys get on the mic, so I can cue Serve them with the funky bass in your face New York City, have mercy, have mercy, one time Introducing the crew, me and Rammellzee I'm from the Rockaway (Mr. Freeze, Mr. Freeze) And my man Mr. Freeze known as Shock Ya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Mr. Freeze known as Shock) Do-do, do-do it [Verse 2: Shockdell] So you're unemployed, evicted from your home Street bumpin' bumper, ain't happenin' grown All alone, on your own, pushin' ups and downs (Check out) Put on the round crown, (Frosty Freeze on the wall) all rhythm through the crowd But that's not the way you intend to live Receive, but don't fear, now you're after it I puff the cheeba in the rain, snortin' blow in the snow Your mama don't know, so it can't hurt her soul He can't escape the world and been prayin' for his life There's got to be a better way, consider a wife You can pass the tracks, and there's more that you deserve Keep on bumpin' to concern, praise the rich and up in there Hip, hop, a hip-hop a hip-hop A hip-hop, you don't stop You can freak it all night to the sure shot You can freak on top, to your delight Rammell, you're the king, so Get on the mic and do your own thing [Verse 3: Rammellzee] Won't you just get on down? Yeah, party people out there in the audience, get on down 'Cause that groove will hit the heavenly sound That'll make the earth quake throughout the whole damn park All the cops in the house, yeah, listen to this shit Hip a-ditty (Ooh) Just a-hittin' the grit (Ooh) Just a-makin' you trip, with the serious tip My move science, my move science Gonna freak to the rhythm, yeah, makin' you pop Now baby, oh, baby Yeah, sweet little pretty baby-baby I got that class to the def-o Now to make you get down, and I got so much So groove it to the rhythm, a sure shot Rock it, yo, it's really hot He's got, oh, the serious cut that'll make you trip When he shakes your butt, on the wheels of steel A Grandmaster D. St., shockin' it on the beat Rock quick, y'all, yeah Rock-rock, rock-rock, rock rockin' it quick Funky music, oh, with the serious through, yeah Yeah, Mr. Freeze, it's makin' you move Shock with the rhythm, yeah, party people Just shock with the rhythm, party people 'Cause the rhythm just makes you people move Like a little, wobbly weak bone It's the break, yeah, yeah Check out those moves right there, check that out Now what you know about that? (Ah, yeah) Just rock right there (Just rip it!) What's that? Yeah, we're down for the kill Inside, you know it's chill (We're the freakish freaks!) Mr. Freeze is in the crew (It's me in harmony) [Verse 4: Shockdell] Grandmaster D. St. on the wheels of steel New York City, it's got to be for real Sure enough introducin', once again, from the T-O-P Gonna rock it down from the top of the key My name is Shockdell, I wanna be known Wanna be the best on the microphone Wanna be the best the crowd has ever seen And jumpin' off the top of all the sucker MC's To be among stars, to be on the top The A, number one, and king of the crowd The sly Casanova at the top of the hill (What you know about that?) The cold-hearted lover with a heart of a steel The savoir-faire the women all admire The long burnin' fire and the passion and desire To my beat-beat, to my break of dawn To my beat-beat, to my break-a-dawn So, Rammell, my man Just get on the mic and do the best you can [Outro: Rammellzee] Pull it out your pocket, pull it out your pocket 'Cause you know I'm down, yes, I'm 'bout to rock it When I shock with the Rhythm Rock Steady Crew With the best of my ability, gotta make you move Groovin' in the park, one Saturday​ night Yeah, the kid you need was ready for a fight