Good, Fresh, Down, Time

Lyrics

Good, good, good, good Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh Down Time Good, fresh I never act conceited, don't brag or boast But when it comes to rhymes, I've got the most More than anyone else in the MC biz So if they ask you who's the best, hey, tell 'em who it is Me, the Captain, or GMC Either way you spell it out, it equals me I got the soul of a singer, the beat of a drummer And I didn't get to be number one on a hummer Dedication, ambition, and hours of thought Plus the use of the knowledge that I've been taught A large vocabulary, good comprehension And a gift from the Lord for getting people's attention Because I rhyme so (good) and I look so (good) And I dress so (good), I make love so (good) And I dance so (good), I make you feel so (good) My whole crew is (good), you wish you was this (good) (Go-go-good) Corporate traitors step off, and all you fronters stay back And bums, I'm coming at you with a counterattack You might as well snap out of it, grab hold of your senses Not you or no one else can penetrate my defenses I'm solid as a tank, I can't be moved The king of rhyme, one of a kind, I've already proved To be the best at what I do, a fearless leader Not to mention rated 10 on the freak meter Give a hundred percent when I do my thing And I always give you something worth remembering So before you even try, check out the Cap of the Foursome And then you'll know the true definition of awesome Because I talk so (fresh) and I walk so (fresh) And I act so (fresh) and I rap so (fresh) I like to be (fresh) so won't you be (fresh) So just call me (fresh) and let's all be (fresh) (Fre-fre-fresh) Now y'all can't compete so drop out of the meet And I'm not just saying this out of conceit It ain't nothin' new, it's just the way I do 'Cause I can pop much shit and back it up too 'Cause I never look bummy, don't walk like a dummy Don't stand on the stage and freeze like a mummy Don't steal no rhymes, don't bite no lines Matter of fact, most of y'all is biting mine 'Cause I'm second to none, I jock no one I got a school if you wanna learn how it's done Get your diploma fast, bring your books to class And you can take rap lessons from the Grandmaster Caz (Do-down) Because you know I'm (down), straight up and (down) And you wanna be (down) a-but you can't be (down) I'll knock you (down) and I'll rock you (down) So don't sit (down), everybody get (down) (Down) Yes I'm Grandmaster Caz, the best you can get And if you can't say something nice then don't say shit People stop where they're talking, joking, and kissing Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, people listen I'm sharp as a tack and cool as a breeze And everything I do is done with the greatest of ease And I prove beyond a shadow of any doubt That there ain't a MC that I can't take out My rhymes are tough, not simple stuff Not a lot of little phrases other people made up So break up your rookie records, scatter them in the breeze Go through the Wiz or Crazy Eddie and buy ten of these (Time, time, time, time) Put 'em on your turntable (time) And play 'em all the (time) or when you got the (time) So don't forget next (time) because I'm right on (time) Tell me what's the (time), I'll see you all next (time) 'Cause it's about that (time) and I'm out of (Ti-time-ti-time-ti-ti-ti-ti-time) Stand, so I'll pick And if I can't lick I'm gonna kiss And give this to