M.C. Battle

Lyrics

[Dialogue] Yeah man, you got those nice zorro whole cars runnin'? (Shh, you gotta quiet man, but I know the deal!) You're doin' this incredible wild style stuff That's why I was so happy, to see you Do that piece outside man (Nah, I ain't do that man) What? (That's crazy, man) (That ain't even my drawing, man) Bitin' your style, man? And they come out here makin' money Like they're tryin' to hustle me, man? (Scooby Doo) [Intro] Red Scoop, like on say ho (Ho!) Everybody from the boogie down Bronx Say let me say I am (I am!) If you was born in New York City Let me here you say you know that (You know that!) Somebody, anybody, help me, scream! [Verse 1: Busy Bee] I rock New York City, all years around My name is known all over the town (Say what?) People here love the way that I run my game They can't wait to see me make the hall of fame Busy Bee is my name, and that's a fact And you can't beat that with a stick ball bat Now I walk around, sly as can be In the MC world, there is no better than me Man, I'm badder than bold, bolder than bad The best MC life ever had When I came to Earth, by the meteorite They didn't, wanna, give me a try But they heard my voice, could make y'all dance So they finally, made Dog give me a chance And I rock the house, so viciously All the girls is talkin' about Busy Bee So get down, stop that messin' around Because, Busy Bee is in your town [Verse 2: Rodney Cee] I said bein' an MC just wasn't my choice But I soon found out I had the golden voice I was too hot to handle, too cold to hold Because MC stands for 'mic control' When it came to that, I was one of the best I can rock it north, south, the east and west And like, Mickey Mouse, and the Son of Sam When I shock the house, don't give a damn [Verse 3: Busy Bee] Well I was walkin' through the jungle with a stick in my hand I'm a bad young brother from the Ranch Crew land Look in the tree, who do I see 2 mother fuckas tryin' to freak with me So I done the freak, and I done my best So then all of a sudden, I had to grab my chest I rock the All Ages, I rock the C Everybody know the chief rocker Busy Bee They dance, and don't stop They rock to the rhythm, to the body rock-rock [Verse 4: Rodney Cee] Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are You didn't buy my Mink and you didn't buy my car You take lots of heed to the words I say Got cheeba and cocaine, and ain't givin' none away It's like that y'all, and you don't stop You keep on, to the break-a-dawn [Verse 5: Busy Bee] And there's a place, where the Ranch Boys go (Yeah) Get a little cheeba and get gusto But in order to you to come in our spot You got to own three girls, a mansion and a yacht Gotta come in side, and peep a stride You gotta get cash money to keep the game alive And stay on your feet from 9 to 5 Because the boys of the ranch don't take no jive [Verse 6: Rodney Cee] When you hear me talk, you can bet your last dime Everything I say, will be in a rhyme Every rhyme I say, will be a delight 'Cause I rock and shock in the party all night I rock the C, I rock the house, and most definitely I turn-turn it out, y'all I got the qualifications to rock the best There's no limitations to my finesse Got the modifications, for all to rave I won't bite a rhyme and I won't imitate Another MC, when he's runnin' down rhyme 'Cause after time, he's just runnin' down mine But that's all right, 'cause I know someday I'll put him in check, and take his rep away 'Cause my name is known, from land to land I'm a super fly guy with a mic in my hand My name is known, as CC When I'm on the mic, I cause minor history I'm a mystical, magical, man on the mic When I run down a rhyme, it will be a delight 'Cause I'm a mean machine, a master plan You see what I mean, I'm a hell of man 'Cause I'm an inspiration, all over the nation Young ladies, I will say, I'm a disco sensation Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop Give it everything you got! Say ho!