Rebel Without A Pause (Whipped Cream Mix)

{Intro]
Hi. This is Janice Whiffen
A&M's first artist and co-founder has done it again. Ever the musical explora, Herb Alpert emerges again as an innovator. This time out, he's solo, but still keeps great musical company. The identifiable Alpert trumpet sound is currently all over the dial, and we'll undoubtedly continue to support Herb's musical statements

Herb Alpert:
[Chuck D]
Yes, the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause I'm lowering my level
The hard rhymer—where you never been I'm in
You want styling—you know it's time again
D the enemy, telling you to hear it
They praised the music—this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the show
Bum Rush The Sound—I made a year ago
I guess you know; you guess I'm just a radical
Not on sabbatical, yes, to make it critical
The only part your body should be parting to
Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you

[Flavor Flav]
Hey yo Chuck, I don't understand this man!
Yo, we got to slow down man, we losing them!

[Chuck D]
Radio—suckers never play me
On the mix, they just "OK" me
Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known
Snaking and taking everything that a brother owns
Hard—my calling card
Recorded and ordered—supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud kicking live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor—a rebel in his own mind
Supporter of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime
They on my time ticket

[Flavor Flav]
Yo, Chuck—they think we takin' shorts!
Show 'em this is cold medina

[Chuck D]
Terminator X!