Get Down Grandmaster

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Brace yourself soloists, duos, trios It's the captain of "Ay dios mio!" In Spanish, or English, I had to bring this And I know that you probably think this Is a joke, so laugh, sleep on me, snore Feel the wrath of a giant like never before Returned to the environment to see where the fire went I'm not 65, I'm not retirin' A legend in the old school, better today I'll bust a sucker in a battle the same ol' way I did when I used to, I got the juice to Put the best you got against me and they'll lose to The grandest master, the pope and the pastor The judge and jury, and if you think I am a Rasta- -farian or Jamaican, you're mistaken I specialize in rappin' and flakin' On sucker MCs and wannabes Beat me in a battle? Nigga, please Ain't no one better than the rap veteran And this here is just another feather in My cap, because my rap Is synced to the beat just like a hi-hat You can try your damndest to understand this Showtime is at two to see the grandest Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) Get down, get down Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) [Verse 2] I don't like to boast that I'm better than most But if you try to get beside yourself, I'll roast You and your boy, or any MC toy If you think that you can mess with the real McCoy You gotta be great to try to rate With the hall of fame rhymes that I create And even if you can, that's just a flash in the pan Compared to the way I am when the mic's in my hand MCs I'll romp, they ain't no comp And when they try to get familiar, I stomp Them out because I'm what it is and they was And no one does it to you like the Captain does Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) Get down, get down Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) [Verse 3] I DJ'ed in house parties with BSRs Transportation for my set: two or three cars Carried amps in the rain, speakers in the snow Spent more than I made when I did a show Played in clubs in the winter without no heat In dressing rooms with rats running under my feet The blackout in '77, the city went dark Had my whole sound system jamming in the park Paid my dues, I'm a vet, so don't even try me Been in parties rockin' rhymes, watchin' bullets go by me Sparkle, Dixie, Ecstasy Garage, Audubon The T-Connection, the Renny, the list goes on Black Door, the P.A.L., and Bronx River Center When you first heard of rap, that's where you went To see vets like me, G.M.C.​ The L-O-R-D of R-A-P Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) Get down, get down Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) [Verse 4] Well sometimes it's hard bein' MC God Like fightin' Sugar Ray or Matthew Saad Trading blow for blow with MCs you know Looking for the knockout or the T.K.O.​ But I reign supreme over those who dream Cold Crush had the ice and I had the cream Goin' down in the books as the one who looks Down on unrighteous rappers and MC crooks My spot's secure, my mind is sure What else would the people jock me for Except maybe the fact I'm G.M.C.​ Or got a harem like the sheik of Araby It could be because I'm tall, handsome, slim, and brown Or the way the crowd breaks when I get down Or how the ladies gather round when the party's over Or maybe because my name is Casanova But whatever the story, whatever the reason The audience I will continue pleasin' For the rest of my life, till the day I die Cause I'm the Grandmaster Caz, and you know I Am right, polite, really good in the night And the chances that I'm not are less than slight Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) Get down, get down Get down, get down (Gra— Gra— Gra— Grandmaster) Get down, get down (Grandmaster) (Grandmaster) (Grandmaster) Get down, get down (Grand— Gran— Gran— Gran— Gran— Grandmaster) Get down, get down, get dow— (Grandmaster)