The Place to Be

Lyrics

[Intro: Prince Markie Dee, Kool Rock Ski] One-two, one-two, I'm the MC-dominating Kool Rock Ski And I'm known to be the prince of rap, the Prince Markie Dee Finesse and skill and you know he's able Cutting up the beat on the two turntables From his left hand, his right, and back to the left [?] 'cause it sounds so def He's strong as a bull and I'm hard as a rock I'm the Prince Markie Dee and he's the DJ Doc With Kool Rock on the side, always on the go So c'mon Kool Rock, let's start the show! [Verse 1: Kool Rock Ski] Well I'm Kool Rock Ski, I live in Brooklyn Love catching girls when their guys ain't looking Too hot to handle, too cold to squeeze Guaranteed to please all the jazzy ladies Too hot to handle, too cold to hold Don't wear silver boy, I do wear gold! I'll be rappin' on the mic takin' complete control So Markie Dee, ha ha, my throat is weak Why don't you get on the mic and let me hear you speak [Verse 2: Prince Markie Dee] A full year on the list, reachin' for the top And if you let me keep rockin', I rock nonstop 'Cause I'm pushing the pound, and claiming to be The best mo' sucker on the M-I-C Five foot eight, Pisces is my sign And to keep a party jumpin' I'll persist to rhyme The PMD, I be known as a layer With a mic and rhyme I'll be tight as a slayer I'll be shakin' and breakin' like a ragin' beast 'Cause I'm the Puerto Rican prince and I live in the East And bust that y'all (that y'all), bust this y'all (this y'all) And when I fire my revolver, I never miss So Kool Rock (What up?), my throat is weak Homeboy, get on the mic and let me hear you speak [Verse 3: Kool Rock Ski] Well I'm the MC killer, the MC thriller And when it comes to rappin' I'm the cool-chiller I'm too hot to handle when it's time to learn Kool Rock on the mic, I never get burned By any MC in the place to be I'm the microphone magician and the chief of the East I'm just too hot to handle well it's time to see That Kool Rock, is the chief of the East Take that y'all (that y'all), take this y'all (this y'all) And when I fire my revolver, I never miss So Markie Dee ha! (That's me!) my throat is gettin' sore (c'mon!) Why don't you get on the mic and use your rhymes galore [Verse 4: Prince Markie Dee] Now this is the story, I'ma tell it as I can About Peter Parker, known as Spiderman Swung from building to building, from tree to tree And sometimes mingle with the young ladies He could stick to the wall like a piece of Scotch tape Couldn't use the door, used the fire escape Now Spidey was chillin', on the loose one night Just looking for a freak with his super sight Heard a sound, or two, three or it was it four? Then two big dudes ran out the door Front judo flips, goddamn they mad One had the gold, the other trey in hand Spidey put on pursuit, they shot once or twice But Spidey was on 'em like white on rice Spidey trap went off, bust his butt Took the gold right back with a hero's grunt Gettin' ready to leave, found a gun to his head Was the dude with the gun that Spidey said The dude pulled the trigger, but nothing came out Because the gun was empty, he began to shout Spidey beat 'em down, gave the girl back her gold He looked at her, she didn't look so old Everything went smoothly, and very good And Spidey's still swinging in your neighborhood So (DJ Doc!) Doctor Nice, ha, come on, DJ Doc Get on the mic and rock the whole block! [Verse 5: Buff Love aka DJ Doctor Nice] Well, you come to the East, you got to be mad Because the get-down Doc do it all damn night You could bring your homeboy, your whole damn crew Don't make no sense 'cause I ain't you It's a, a ladies choice, the master voice Don't even need no bad Rolls-Royce Just let me get a 98 With a super freak then I'll be straight When I freak the party you won't go home Homeboys and girls in the Twilight Zone You just rocket in the pocket like it's out of style I came to do for a little while So come on, little child, if you wanna dance And I can show you Smurf on your first attempt So come on, babydoll, this ain't no thing Just get on the floor, shake your sexy thing Yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all (yes y'all) 'Cause the beat is so, so fresh y'all (fresh y'all) [Outro] Human Beatbox, Kool Rock Ski, Prince Markie Dee, uh huh! The Capital K! Dedicated to the [?] K-B K-B is in the place to be! Kurt, Kurt, Kurtis Blow now! Hey Kurt, ha ha Hey Kurt, bust this! Hit me, hit me, uh!