Lyrics

[Intro] Most people say hip-hop began in the Bronx, others say Queens, and some say Brooklyn — why don't you set the record straight? It started in the Bronx, Boogie Down Bronx, no question [Verse 1] I, your top-billin', I'm cold chillin' I'm killin' a villain, I'm illlin', willin', and still in The race, taste my bass, plays my face Wild, so what's the flavor? Pow, how you like me now? Top-gunnin' and rippin' and runnin' And cold number one-in' it, I put the fun in it With beats that hit ya, rhymes that get ya 'Cause when I'm with ya, you can't sit ya Ass down, keep going, rain, sleet, and snow and To-in' and fro-in', Caz is goin' off Caz is goin' off [Verse 2] Morning, noon, and nighttime, I'll be cold rhymin' I'm in my prime and shining like diamonds Using great grammar, dancin' like Hammer Buckin' like an M16, my drum machine Is cold kickin' it, fans are rap [?] it And ain't nobody lickin' the beat, it's too slick and It rocks you like thunder, so hard to undеr- -Stand, I'm rap's wonder and I just won't let up, got a new gеt up You can't get fed up until you met up With the rhyme writer who's at the height of My game, not the same old same 'cause I show no shame And I'ma flip before I break North Get hip money grip, Caz is going off Caz is going off [Verse 3] Buy a cassette of GM, pop it in your BM Pump it up loud and clear so all y'all can hear How hype the type of shit I'm on is I even beat the Wiz I got things to tell ya, rhymes to sell ya When I fell ya laughed, so how the hell do ya Think I'm feeling, dancing on the ceilin' Rockin' and reelin', wheelin' and dealin' Rollin' and rockin', clockin' Gs And I'ma keep on making these Dope tracks on wax and tax the new jacks Face the facts, I got stacks and stacks Of [?], don't drive a Yugo Sucker want static? Here comes a judo Chop, when I hit ya, hope the Lord's with ya Let your mouth get ya into a situation Where you have to fess and be proven soft I'm on the mic and I'm going off I'm like a siren but I'm not hirin' Caz is on the mic and I'm going off