Big Apple Rappin’ (National Rappin’ Anthem)

Lyrics

[Street Haberdasher] Extra bargains over here A dollar fifty for two Look at the bargains over here ladies Ladies! Everybody, everybody... New York, New York This is the place to be Turn up the sounds, turn on your ears 'Cause this is Spyder-D New York is just a great big stage Where everyone has a part to play You'll find everything you might need From one to ten, from A to Z And from side to side, from place to place New York is full of every race And if you got big cash you can buy the world From automatic guns to pretty girls It's got skyscrapers and sites to see It's got everybody wantin' to be an MC And you might see if there's anything Like a bank getting robbed or a pocketbook sting But don't get me wrong, it's not all bad 'Cause you can have more fun than you ever had We got the Yankees and the Knicks 42nd street and the Times Square tricks Young ladies, go see a play 'Cause there's acts galore on old Broadway And all of you from another land Come check New York out if you can But hold on to your credit cards And if you got it like that, bring bodyguards Because the Apple has learned to act tough And sometimes it can get a little rough But you'll be okay if you play it cool Don't act like a punk nor a fool Just chill on out and have some fun This is the MC that's number one So all you ladies open your eyes You're in a contest and I'm first prize I got wavy hair, a rap that's mean And I always walk in a gangster lean We got Larry Levan and DJ Jones New York, is the rapper's home We got Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five Kurtis Blow, and Super Rhymes We got the ladies, a Mercedes and Sha Rock To help all the fellas to the very top We got the Funky 4 and Bootsie T Tanya Winley and Spoonie Gee So all of you rappers, repeat after me This is the rapper's anthem theme The national rappin' anthem theme For those in the club of a def MC From the first jam play to the early light (From the first jam play to the early light!) An MC's job is to rock it right (An MC's job is to rock it right!) Rock it right and rock it well (Rock it right and rock it well!) Just move your mouth like Howard Cosell (Just move your mouth like Howard Cosell!) From park to park, from place to place You gotta rock the house at a steady pace So rap it right and rap it good Rap it so your rhymes are understood Handle the mic with finesse and ease And feel your pockets with green money So when you take the microphone in your hand Just make the people get up and dance We have blackouts and plenty of crimes We got the Fatback Band and Chic's Good Times We got moped bikes and transit strikes We got everybody dancin' when I'm on the mic We've had a crazy man called the Son of Sam And Earl Monroe, the hoopster pro We got Frankie Crocker on radio This is Spyder D with my MC show We got Madison Square Garden too Or the Paradise Garage to rock so you can boogaloo We got the feelin', Harlem too Let me rap about my homeboy before I'm through The place I'm from is Jamaica Queens It's got fly girls like you never seen Jamaica Avenue is where I stay That's where I rest my head at the end of the day The Henderson Crew is the name of my gang Ya see we chill the most but we decide to hang But when the sucker other brothers act real ill We put 'em in check to show we're the deal We got Patty Riggs and Clydie C Wally Wal and my mellow Big Lee We got Kenny Coup to rock the hoop And Frenchie Pat and Barry P The Cat We got Big E to the early light We got Spyder-D rappin' on the mic We got Shaheim, Raheim and [?] [?], [?] and Mellow [?] [Long bridge] Let me hear you Brooklyn and the Bronx Let me hear ya Manhattan while I sing my song Let me hear you islands, of Staten and Long Let me hear you ladies if you think you're on (Yeeeeah!) We got Crown Heights Affair, Vaughan Mason and Crew Stephanie Mills, and GQ too We got Disco 92 and WBLS When it come, to music, New York's got the best We got W-W-R-L With Gary Byrd to rock it well We got New York City all night long The Big Apple, to the break of dawn We got little Spyder-C and Kid Flash We got Spyder-D makin' cold-cold cash We got IS8 and Tom Brown Funkin' for Jamaica with his sure shot talent We got the World Trade Center and the Bronx Zoo The fellas on Farmers and Hollis Avenue We got the Brothers King and Cousin Lou And Sam [?] and they rock the hoop We got Fort Apache and Brownsville Young boys drivin' new Sevilles We got the West Side and Cambria Heights We got the cops and robbers in a subway fight C'mon New York, do the Big Apple rap Do it like this and do it like that Let's go New York with your cold street life Forget about the poverty, stress and strife! Forget about the roaches and the rats 'Cause life ain't easy and that's a fact Forget about the muggers, rapists, and guns Everybody, this is the time for fun We got Cypher Sounds, Infinity Machine We got Reggie Reg, mixin' clean We got stickup kids, doin' their thing Snatchin' gold and diamond rings New York, New York I say what you wanna do? This is Spyder-D, on the mic, rappin' just for you We got New York Boulevard We got Bed-Stuy and Central Park We got Ashford and Simpson too We got me and the groove makin' you move We got EJ and his funk machine We got Ron Hunt and Ronnie Green We got ebony sounds to the break of day Homeboys from around my way We got DJ Herc [?] We got brothers scramblin' around the clock We got homeboys on Rikers Isle We got AJ [?] with the latest style Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Queens I'm Spyder-D on the scene And I'll spin my web of reason and rhyme Like a superhero​, I'm right on time To rock New York with my disco beat A-c'mon pretty mama let me see you freak A yes yes y'all, ya don't stop Keep on to the sure shot We got the Giants, Jets, and the Mets We got Corona Fort Green Hempstead Park Ave Far Rock South Side Crown Heights Uptown East Side South Bronx New York New York New York