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[Part I: Intro] That's chili with beans, y'all, (Yea-ah, haha) chili with beans (Hey hey) (Yeah) (Woo, woo) Alright y'all (Yeah) Right about now we'd like to introduce ourselves to everybody. This is our first time in Connecticut. We from the Bronx, New York City, (Word 'em up) and we are the Cold Crush Brothers. (Yeah, woo) On the wheels of steel at this time The man with style and grace Guaranteed to keep a smile upon your face Number one Puerto Rican DJ in the human race (Shit) DJ Charlie Chase (Yeah) (Shit) And right here, our announcer, DJ Tony Tone (Hahaha) Never leaving the girls alone (Woo, yeah, yeah) While we are on the microphone And if y'all don't known us, we are known in the New York as the Cold Crushin', motherfuckin' tough-ass four MCs. (You know that, you know that, yeah, you know that.) Now to my far left over there, come on out, let everybody see... (Hey, wassup, wassup, wassup) Almighty Kay Gee (Wassup) That's the Almighty Kay Gee right here (You know this, you know this) Supreme Easy A.D. (Word) The rhymethologist J.D.L. (Yeah) And I am the Grandmaster Caz And we gonna shock it up (Word 'em up) Right or left? (Right or left?) (You right) Can I get a...? (Shit, you right) (Alright, alright) (Shit) Throw it in, Charlie, come on, kick it, kick it [Part II: The Count] Sure shot from the Bronx Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht (That's the funky shit, that's the funky shit in the Bronx, that's what we get down on) One, two (Ah, sh-shit) Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht (Who's a cheeba hawk?) One, two Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht (Cheeba hawk) One, two (Who you know about that, yo Kay man, what up?) Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht (We gonna party, y'all, all the way up here to Connecticut to see all these people) One, two (Get down, woo, yup-yup-yup-yup, ch-cha!) Un, deux, trois, quatre (Noogie-nook, you're the place to be) (Yo Caz) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Un, deux, trois, quatre (Yeah, Spanish, bust it, número) (Check it out) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Un, deux, trois, quatre (That's us, that's us, one more time, run it down one more time) (What's up, haha) (Woo!) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Un, deux, trois, quatre (Yeah) (Once again, they don't know, c'mon, tell 'em) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Woo, that's the new funky Sound system, you're listening to the sound of DJ Afrika Bambaataa and the mighty Zulu Nation Sound system, feel the bass Check it out, check it out [Part III: Interlude] (Charlie Chase) Now right about now... if everybody came here tonight to get down (Uhn, word), and y'all came here to see a show (Word), we want everybody cooperation in the place tonight (Word). So if y'all came here to this roller skating rink tonight to hear a show, lemme hear you say "Ho!" (Ho!) (Uh-oh) Yo man, I don't know, I don't know about that (I don't know man) I heard you baby, I heard you (Word) I ain't hear you ([?]) Once again, if y'all came here tonight to see a show, lemme hear you say "Ho!" (Ho!) Good enough (Good enough, good enough) Good enough (Fair for square, from Delaware) [Part IV: Freestyling] If y'all came to do that, y'all came to do this Because we're here to give ya a demonstration All we ask for is cooperation Just clap your hands everybody And everybody clap your hands, come on! Just clap your hands everybody And everybody clap your hands And if you're on the go because we told you so Everybody say "Ho!" (Come on!) (Ho!) Ho! (Come on!) (Ho!) And it's like that, tell you With a one, two, three, four Charlie Chase, my man, what you waitin' for? (Woo) Yeah, baby And you don't-you don't drive me crazy But we're the four MCs and not lazy For when it's hot, humid, and hazy And you dummy, yeah, you dummy Because you walkin' 'round town with no money Just like bees without honey And you think it's a joke and it's funny Buzz not y'all, buzz not y'all 'Cause money in your pocket ain't what ya got I stay stable with the rhymes galore Check out what the Grandmaster have in store And Charlie Chase with the funky beat All up in your face with the bass that you pay for J.D.L., ha, J.D.L., ha ha J.D.L., ha, J.D.L., ha ha J.D.L., my man, you know my voice too weak So won't you get on the mic and let 'em hear you speak Young ladies, young ladies All the ladies in the house say "Ow" (Ow) Say "Ow" (Ow) And fly fellas, and fly fellas, and fly fellas All the fellas in the house say "Ho" (Ho) Say "Ho" (Ho) We got that gusto, and he got it too So what you wanna do We got it too So what you wanna do So A.D., ha, and A.D., ha ha And A.D., ha, and A.D., ha ha And A.D., ha huh, my throat is sore Homeboy, get on the mic with your rhymes galore Well I'm Easy A, going all the way Keeping up the funky pace 'til the break of day (Say what?) And then you get up, and then you get down And you rock to the beat (And what?), you rock to the beat (And what?) The E (And what?), The E (And what?), I am so sweet (Huh!) I'm guaranteed to rock the house and make you move your feet (What's your name?) [?] Well I'm the Supreme A.D. as you can trust Rock to the funky rhythm 'cause I'm a serious must And I'm down with the crew known as the Cold Crush (Say what?) The Cold Crush crew (Say what?) The Cold Crush crew (Say what?) I'm guaranteed to get the party people [in the groove] (Say what?) Kay Gee, ha, and Kay Gee, ha ha And Kay Gee, ha, and Kay Gee, ha ha And Kay Gee, ha huh, my throat is sore (Come on) Get on the mic, stay on the mic Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore Well I'mma tell ya'll a story all about me Of how I began to be the Almighty Well I started on Webster Avenue Then all-a-suddenly my clientele grew Then everybody said that I was a must Then I got down with the brothers they call the Cold Crush And ever since then I've been doing good Been rock and shock rollin', shock and rock rollin' Rock and shock rollin' in your neighborhood Now G.M.C. (Yeah?), my voice is sore Come on, get on the mic, get on the mic, God dammit Get on the mic with your rhymes galore I'm Grandmaster Caz, initials G.M.C I'm what a real DJ-rapper is supposed to be And I wouldn't say half the things that I do If I thought that they weren't worth listening to Now anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone Anyone can grab a mic and say "Yes y'all" But them a real rapper you do not call Because you can't buy a mic at a-quarter-to-two [And] be a real [MC before the day] is through Now for all you MCs that thought it was like that Stop fessin', take a lesson from the good old Caz You need a voice that is clear, a DJ like Chase You need a good imagination and a strong, steady pace Gotta have feet both on the ground Plus you can't be a duck, you gotta be down You gotta be looking good at all times And you gotta have rough and original rhymes Put all that together and you know what it brings? The Grandmaster, and I'm running things So J.D.L., ha, J.D.L., ha ha J.D.L., ha, J.D.L., ha ha J.D.L., ha huh, my voice is sore So won't you get on, right on, stay on, shock on Get on the mic with your rhymes galore Yes, yes y'all, as I proceed I'm gonna pull this rhyme right out my sleeve I'm the hut maker, heart breaker My girl's name is Yvonne Baker I do it like this and you'll never know That I'm qualified, I'm the talk of the show And young ladies, rock the house, say "ho" Fly guys start bugging out and Well I'm the J-E-R-R-Y-D-E-E Rock the mic so viciously Some people call me Jerry Dee or call me J.D.L.​ Because I push more power than a Duracell So A.D., my mellow Get on the mic with the master plan Well I'm Easy A as you can trust Rockin' to the funky rhythm, a serious must And the Cold Crush y'all, and it's us y'all And it's us y'all, and it's us y'all You got the K-A-Y, the D-double-E The letters in the name is a warranty Well I'm a darkskin and we do it again Because I'm going on down to the A.M.​ Then we rock to the beat as you can see We got your girl, I got your girl, we got your girl, I got your girl I got your girl calling me, your girl calling him The All, the All, the one who shot the ball The creep or the crawl to get you off the wall The Almighty with the capabilities Guaranteed to conversate with all the jazzy ladies And Kay Gee y'all, so what'll it be? Let's rock from the bottom, from the T-O-P Yes, yes y'all, (Yes y'all,) to the beat y'all (Beat y'all) When I was walking down the street just a-hummin' to the beat And everybody else was a-doing the freak I said they asked me 'bout another MC Said a-whip-and-a-wham, I don't give a damn Because it looks like a jelly but they call it a jam Incrimination, the complication My reputation all across the nation When I was a baby I was drinking Carnation Growing up [?] You gotta be bad, you gotta be bad Just like my dad to deal with me 'Cause I'm the Almighty MC Kay Gee [Part V: Interlude] Chase, Chase in the place Can we get a little silence, can you turn down the music please Yeah, I wanna get loose in the place, uh, woo God damn Ooh, ha Yo, right about now we wanna get together on a little something, us four. It's kinda hot, you gotta forgive us if we like take off a little something, but it's hot like a motherfucker in here. (Word up, y'know, it's hot and shit when you're up here and shit.) I ain't lying. (Shiiit boy, I'll tell ya.) You know it, you know it. (Woo.) We'd like to welcome all the pretty girls in the house too, we always like to see them. (Yeah, word, word, we lo— we love y'all.) Let them in free, that's what I say. (Word 'em up.) Hey yo man, fuck around, I just... (Back to Africa, whatever) Ooh [?] Word up, uh, okay, Charlie Chase Alright, let's get into something serious. (Alright, whatchu, whatchu wanna get into man?) Fellas, I'm talking to y'all (What?), I'm talking to y'all (What?) Ready to get into something serious? (Yeah) Y'all ready to really tear shit up here? (Yeah) I mean do like we do when we in New York? (Yeah) Well let's tell 'em who's on the turntable (Okey-doke) [Part VI: Yes Y'all & Freestyling] It's Charlie Chase, Tony Tone, and... The Cold Crushin', motherfuckin', tough-ass four MCs Hey y'all, yes it's true The Four got a brand new song for you We got routine, rhymes, and dances too So whatcha wanna do? Chase, Tone, and the Four You never heard a crew like this before And the way we rock the crowd should be against the law We got much more I'm Master Caz, raising hell And I'm the hut maker called J.D.L.​ And I'm Easy A, don't forget the D And I'm Kay Gee, the Almighty No doubt, we're the best And with the C.C. 4 you do not mess And if there's a battle, the Four won't fess So let's go west, we rock the very best So get it off your chest, and give us your address Cold Crush, Cold Crush And it's like that, but we never go wack And we don't believe in that zodiac Now throw your hands in the air (Come on) And wave 'em like you just don't care (Come on, come on) Just throw your hands in the air (Come on) And wave 'em like you just don't care (Come on) Say "Ho" Say "Ho" (Ho) Then if you're with me, a-definitely If you're with me, a-definitely J.D.L., ha, you know my voice is weak Get on the mic and let 'em hear you speak J.-J.D.L., I'm rock-a-rockin' it well Because I'm pushin' more power than a Duracell (Say what?) So A.D., ha, my throat is sore Homeboy, get on the mic with your rhymes galore I say five plus four minus seven equal two I don't smoke no cheeba or carry bamboo Or drink no wine or sniff no cocaine Because all they do is mess up your brain I just deal with life and society My name is Adrian Harris, they call me Easy The "E" is for easy which I am at times The "A" for authority I have in my rhymes And then the "S," sexy, the type of girls I like And then the "Y "for the years, the "Y" is for the years The "Y" is for the years I've been doing it right And A.D. y'all, so what'll it be When I enter my house, I use a key Like this y'all, and with the beat y'all And A.D. y'all, like this y'all Kay Gee, ha, and Kay Gee, ha ha And Kay Gee, ha, and Kay Gee, ha ha Kay Gee, ha huh, my throat is sore Homeboy, get on the mic and stay on the mic And then rock on the mic with your rhymes galore And then you get up, ha, and then you wanna get down Rock to the beat 'cause I'm in your town The Almighty and yes it's me Rappin' on the mic with my dignity I'm down with brothers known as Cold Crush Rappin' on the mic 'cause we're too much Doing it up 'cause we got the, got the, got, got the, got the, got I say the crazy juice Rappin' on the mic 'cause we're bustin' loose G.M.C., my voice is sore Homeboy, get on the mic, you're the real McCoy Well I'm the type of guy that's not hard to like Just another Mickey Mouse saying rhymes on the mic I'm Grandmaster Caz from the Cold Crush crew You know I want to be the best at what I do Now MCing ain't all I do, homepiss Because I got another life besides all this I'm not going to be jammin' for the rest of my life I want [?] and maybe a wife [?] of the very best I won't compromise, I won't settle for less I'm moving up, baby doll, that you can bet Because there's better things in life than [?] Grandmaster, rock-a-rocking the place And on the bass we got Tony Tone and Chase Rock-a-rockin' the place with the funky bass Keep-keepin' a smile upon your face J.D.L., ha, you know my voice is sore So won't you get on the mic with your rhymes galore? We say rhymes galore because we're down by law Rockin' to the rhythm with the Cold Crush Four Casanova's in the house Casanova all over, rock the house (Say what?) Zulu, rock the house And to my man Five-O, rock the house, say it Smitty Rock, rock the house And to my man Tiny, rock the house, say it Sundance, rock the house...