MC Delight

Lyrics

[Ad lib] The following record will not be heard so that we may bring you this special report [Sammy Davis Jr Impression, Grandmaster Caz] Sha-boing-boing Hey you cats this is me, Sammy (Saaam) And I'm here with my man, one of the most Happening cats (No doubt, no doubt) In hip-hop history, man (True, true, true) I mean Grandmaster Caz, if you know what I mean (That's right, what's up, what's up, Sammy, how are you, man?) Hey Caz I hear you're doing a record Because that guy, Big Bank ripped off your rhyme for "Rapper's Delight" (No doubt... No doubt, no doubt) I'm with ya, babe MC's Delight 2000, you know what I mean? (Let 'em have it) (Tshacow, cow, cow) Who can make the sun riiiiiise... I love that record (Sha-boiing, boing, boing, boing...) [Intro] Uh Listen Uh Here I go [Verse 1] I'll break your hip, make you hop to the hippy hospital Ya slip, make you stop, crash your crib in my chiller It's ya bang with a bang, cause Mark is picking boogies Spinning rhythm while you boogie to beat You like what you hear, this is not a test I'm emceeing to the beat And me, myself and I Ain't got to try to move your feet (It's automatic) See I am Grandmaster Caz, and I'd like to say hello (To the kids) To Zinetta and Jeron, to Mel, Julie Brown Bianca, Michael and Mojo, my kids ain't gotta... Gang bang, to boogie witcha booty Cause Pops makes ya boogie to the gang bang boogie Let's rock... And don't stop Cause I'm the nigga that'll make your party rock Well so far I know you like my voice I didn't bring no friends along I can handle this one all by myself Now hear the way some things go on Ya heard me? [Chorus] Grandmaster, Grandmaster I'm the Grandmaster with the three emcees Grandmaster, Grandmaster Who put this thing together? Me, that's who Grandmaster, Grandmaster I'm the Grandmaster with the three emcees Grandmaster, Grandmaster Who put this thing together? Me, that's who [Verse 2] I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A And the rest is F-L-Y The cat who bit this rhyme was my manager Pure treason, I'll tell ya why Cause he's six foot one, two tons of bum And can't dress to a tee He ain't got no clothes, much less no hoes And ain't even no emcee No body guards and no two cars A Lincoln and a Cadillac He sung about in song, well them shits is gone And my money probably paid for that, see When I was in high school, he did some shit uncool That was really off the wall He made a deal with the Sugarhill Gang to rap And weeks later gave me a call He said, I need some rhymes to rock off "Good Times" I said "Why? You ain't no emcee" He said "These people in Jersey got two for the gang They needed a third so they picked me", I gave it to him thinking Checkbooks, credit cards, more money Than a sucker could ever spend But he never gave a nigga a god damn dime And was supposed to be my friend, yes I... It ain't over though [Chorus] Grandmaster, Grandmaster I'm the Grandmaster with the three emcees Grandmaster, Grandmaster Who put this thing together? Me, that's who Grandmaster, Grandmaster I'm the Grandmaster with the three emcees Grandmaster, Grandmaster Who put this thing together? Me, that's who [Verse 3] I ain't know what to do, I ain't know I could sue Cause nobody ever told me so And I pretty much put the thing out of my mind Until I heard it on the radio (Had every station playing) Hip hop to the hippy, to the hippy People running up to me on the street Saying we heard your rhymes on the radio They robbed you and that "Good Times" beat Now would have been all right, had I copyright Or lawyer knew my steez So I deaded Big Bank, forgot "Rappers Delight" And did what I had to do for me I been known to flip a bird, twenty four is preferred I write'em word for word, taken shaken not stirred Not first or third, but at the head of the herd Like a bull in a China shop, every line I drop Hit like a brick with mad bass in it I'm one of the facts so start facing it Parker gave me the track and I'm lacing it If my shit's wack I'm erasing it, replacing it With something hotter, because a lot of Cats from lat to Bambaataa, Jay-Z to Dota Rock is listening, so we gotta be roll Gotta be more, if it's Cold Crush, then it gotta be four Grandmaster with the three emcees Peace to all the wanna be GMCs I'm looking for thee only emcees Who keep it real, and still write their rhymes, ya heard? It was a while ago, but I couldn't let go Until I've had my say And as for me, I'm company VP Jazz Child, single on the way, ya heard? Still bad, lethal with a pen and a pad Ain't nothing change as God as my witness Except for the fact it ain't personal no more It's strictly business (It's 'cause I'm the) [Chorus] Grandmaster, Grandmaster I'm the Grandmaster with the three emcees Grandmaster, Grandmaster Who put this thing together? Me, that's who Grandmaster, Grandmaster I'm the Grandmaster with the three emcees Grandmaster, Grandmaster Who put this thing together? Me, that's who [Sammy Ad lib] That's right, Caz, you tell 'em, man You set the record straight, let all these cats know That you are The Grandmaster With the three MCs, man You are the C-A-S-An, the O-V-A, man You are the writer Of the Superman, Lois Lane episode, man You let them know cats, 'cause if you don't, I will, man For real, it's me I'm gonna drop something for y'all right now, okay On you rapping cats, alright? (Tsha-cow) It's Sammy in the place to be Chillin' out with GMC (Haha) I'm just gonna keep it short, you know what I mean? Haha, tsha-cow, tsha cow Sha-boiiiing boiiiing boiiing