Lyrics

[Intro] Bring it on [Verse 1] Just with a brand new song, nobody's knocking it I shake the hand of the Grand, because he's rocking it Bushwick Bill is on the floor hip-hoppin' it And when it's finished, sucker MCs will be mopping it Go and get offended, my class you should attend it [?] you talking, to hell I'm gonna send it You'll be done for, grab the mic and your crew And the Lord will have no mercy on a sucker like you Just like a punk, [?] sign You wanna take what's mine, which is the power mind To be the prince of the rhyme ([?] better way to describe this story [?]) Non-stop, I'm rocking, it feels good, yes Grand Wizard Rеady Red, official of the best Making music is his job And hе's gotta get raw Now it's all about [?] and as a death wish I think I know what it is, so don't bite this Madder than Mad Max, Max is madder than a savage Flowing on this gangsta hood, [?] And when he's finished there'll be no more He'a getting hip on the tables while you hop on the jams, yeah The Grand Wizard with cuts galore, my musician [Verse 2] The Undisputed Jukebox, is now rapping Girls screaming and clapping [?] get busy, 'cause the beat we're attacking Thanks to the man, the master of the program He's my backbone, I gotta shake his hand Grand, and he's ready, bones will rock steady Speed is unbelievable because he's getting heavy Tricky like Mother Nature, ruling like a god You're being schooled and you're fooled Thinking you can rock harder than The Grand Wizard [?] and you can feel it Check it, the time is right, I write a rhyme [?] You know and understand why we're calling you Grand From the past [?] And with me and Johnny C we can never be stopped So suckers [?] cause we're ruling the pot, my musician Yo, Grand Wizard, man, I think it's about time to put your city on the map, huh? [Verse 3] [?] shake his hand But your eye could never lie And you could see a friend He used to challenge my man [?] With the posse, you call him sucker Deep inside you're his biggest fan You learn the profession to effect this lesson The future king is the Prince Johnny, time to start fessing Feeling bad, not pity, and like a slave he's gonna treat ya So call the [?] because he's gonna beat ya Man, if Red was a Zulu king he'd be Shaka If he [?] he'd rock her [?] speed, funky fresh [?] that he play And the past (man, that's right) That's what you would say [?] rocking We're gonna rhyme to perfection Trying to rock it and they knock it to the past This is the future, suckers say (it's a hit) Yo Red, remember seven years ago? (Yeah, that's it) He knows what's coming and going [?] making or breaking The jam [?] record is a positive [?] And so we remake funky breaks It's something you will take in the future Because it's when you'll relate to my musician Now keep it going [Outro] [?] keep doing what I've been doing all though this record right here, I'm doing my thing on the wheels of steel I wonder what's up with my producers, Cliff Blodget, Karl Stephenson What's up with my executive producer, the King Little J What's up with my manager [?] What's up with JAS Management And yo, what's up with my homeboys, the Ghetto Boys What's up with the Sire Jukebox, what's up with Prince Johnny C What's up with my dancer Bushwick Bill, hip-hoppin' on the floor What's up with that girl in that corner right there with that boy What's up with them two boys over there by theyselves But let me stop bugging, I want y'all to know one thing My scratches are not samples And here's a example from the musician, the Grand Wizard DJ Ready Red