Lyrics

I'm the scratch-master rapper on the very tip-top I'm the scratch-master rapper on the very tip-top I'm the scratch-master rapper I'm the scratch-master rapper I'm the scratch-master— scratch-master— Scratch— scratch— scratch— System One rockers in the place to be And all the top sucker MCs that got fame for free See I'm here to rock ' bout my man B-Bop He's not a human being, but a super robot 'Bout a year ago I saw him on the tube Bottom put him all together, now he's in my group Took a lot of time and built him extra fine Now the super def robot's saying my rhymes Has a vicious voice, that's our word (If you don't think that), that's the voice you just heard He talks so smooth, that computerized rocker He's our first ever metal microphone wave shocker Now MC B-Bop, the sure, sure shot (Yes) Come on, show the people what you really got Snap, crackle, pop, my name is B-bop I'm the scratch-master rapper on the very tip-top Now I'll never fall, stall, or ever withdraw And I'm not large, medium, small, or tall When I'm around, the people know who I am I'm the first metal wire machine that can jam I drink a lot of oil, unleaded on the rocks It keeps me running smooth, got the MCs up my jock I'm going real far, I got a chauffeur-driven car So meet my head man 'cause he made me a star (He has a metal body, microchips in his head) Whenever I battle, make the MCs red So stay on back and don't ever come near To the sucker MCs I'm a guy you're gonna fear After the [?] if you're still on my case I put my metal foot dead-smack in your face Before I met B-Bop I was gettin' underpaid Handed in my mic now I'm sittin' in the shade [?] 'Cause I got a housemaid And my Cadillac and clothes are custom made Before I met Phantom I was plain sheet metal Couldn't hop, skip, jump, beat, bang, or rattle Now I pop, breakdance, I can even lock Plus I love funky music but I hate acid rock Now I'm only one (And I'm 17) To the def sucker MCs we're the mean machine When we start those parties late in the day Guitarist starts rockin' and the drummers start to play The beat starts bumpin' (The heart starts thumpin') And all the party rockers never wanna quit jumpin' Girls get loose (Fellas pour juice) And the people on the wall got no excuse If you like the wall you better leave right now ('Cause you're not doing anything any damn how) So get on the floor (And yell for more) ('Cause we got many things that are still in store) We're gonna rock parties those for long, long hour 'Til my [?] food will never go sour When we end those parties way in the dawn The only thing we hear are crowds yelling "Rock on" You never heard a beat that is so fresh And the only computer that'll pass all tests Like Mr. Spock, Star Trek, Enterprise Took a trip to space, his rhymes are energized He looks all the ladies in their lovely eyes In the snap of his fingers you'll be hypnotized Like talkin' to your mother, better have respect If B-Bop was a prez, you would re-elect So MC B-Bop, gotta justify Get on the mic and say bye-bye I took all tests and graduate And all the sucker white-boys tried to duplicate Now for getting here I congratulate 'Cause we [?] we can celebrate I'm gonna get slow, rock steady with the flow And remember, B-Bop takes on show 'Bout a year ago we started this [?] Now we say bye-bye, not say hello So you heard my story about my super robot If you ever try to [?] we will battle on the spot