Cold Crush Bros. At The Dixie

[Interlude]
Hey, lady, need any help?
All right, now you kids touch this car, I'm calling the cops, I'm not kidding
Where are the telephones?
Well, there's two around the corner, but they've been busted over two years
Really?
Yeah, but there's one up the hill
They about eight blocks up, McKinley Square
Eight blocks?
Yeah
Hey, ain't you that lady reporter looking for the
Graffiti artists by the Dixies?
Yeah! I'm looking for the graffiti artists
We are all graffiti artists
Well, let's go to the Dixies!
All right, let's go

[Verse 1: J.D.L.]
By this tough voice, all the ladies can tell
The man on the mic, the L, the L
The hut, the maker, the heart, the breaker
On any stage, I'm the number one flaker
Do it like this and you will see
Nobody in the place can flake like me
'Cause I'm the L, baby, baby, the L, baby, baby
The one who rocks you all swell, baby, baby
Well, it's '82 and everything is fine
But I still got a thought in my mind
That do you still listen to a MC rhyme?
Well, if you do, well, I'll bet you too
That a lotta them duck MCs are through
And if you still got money and you wanna bet
Well, I'll bet a hundred dollars I'm not whipped yet
'Cause I'm the L, L, L, L, the one who rocks so well
Sending all the fly girls to the motel
So A.D. (Ha-ha), A.D. (Ha-ha)
A.D. (Ha-ha), A.D. (Ha-ha)
A.D. (Ha-hoo), my throat is sore
Homeboy, get on the mic with your rhymes galore

[Verse 2: Supreme Easy A.D.]
My goal is the same, I aim for fame
I don't pop no game (He don't have no dame)
Never put to shame because I have a brain
Supreme Easy A.D. is the name that I claim
Never brag about my crew, but you know what we can do
Don't have no LP, but we're not blue
Our rhymes are the tools to set the mood
If you won't bother us, we won't bother you
We're the Cold Crush crew, that's what I said
All you wack MCs, get it through your heads
As you listen to me speak as I reach my peak
Because I never bite a rhyme, I never repeat
Because I'm Easy A, going all the way
Keeping up the funky pace to the break of day
And then you get up, a-then ya get down
(And rock) And rock to (And rock and rock) and rock to the beat
Supreme Easy rock all you need
You rock to the beat 'cause I'm so sweet
I'm guaranteed to rock the house and get you out of your seat
Well, I'm Supreme A.D. as you can trust
Rockin' to the funky beat, I'm the serious must
I'm down with the four, I'm down with the four
I'm down with the four known as the Cold Crush
The Cold Crush crew (The what?)
The Cold Crush crew (Say what?)
Is guaranteed to get the party people in the groove (Say what?)
Cold Crush crew got nothin' to prove
But rock the house for you and you
And Kay Gee (Ha-ha), Kay Gee (Ha-ha)
Kay Gee (Ha-ha), Kay Gee (Ha-ha)
Kay Gee (Ha-hoo), my throat is sore
Homeboy, get on the mic, get on the mic goddammit
Get on the mic with your rhymes galore

[Verse 3: The Almighty Kay Gee]
Yes, yes y'all (Yes y'all)
Yes, yes y'all (Yes y'all)
You know that the four is fresh y'all (Fresh y'all)
You do it up and then you get on down
'Cause the Cold Crush four is in your town
Well, I'm the K, the K, the K, the K
And don't forget the A
Rock to the beat to the break of day
And rock to the beat and listen to what I say
Walkin' down the street and I met this girl
Told-Told the girl what it's gonna be
Let's go to my house and community
Then I hit her with a rap that was so bad
I took the girl up to my pad
Got home, she start buggin' on me
I said to myself, "I know this can't be"
The girl turned around and then she broke
And I just laughed like it was some kind of joke
(She said) Baby, be calm, (She said) baby, be cool
Let me teach you the golden rule
But, yes, my mellow do you know what I said? (What?)
Laid her monkey ass (What?), shoved her monkey ass (What?)
Threw her monkey ass in my waterbed
I said Caz, my mellow
Get on the mic and serve 'em well

[Verse 4: Grandmaster Caz]
It was a long time ago, but I'll never forget
I got caught in the bed with a girl named Yvette
Well, I was scared like hell, but I got away
That's why I'm here tellin' you today
I was outside of my school sniffin' up some rocks
A crowd of people all around listenin' to my box
Just me and the fans, and some guys from my crew
Chillin' hard 'cause we had nothin' better to do
It was me, the L, the A, and the All
And then I slipped away to make a phone call
To this very day, it was a move I regret
But I didn't know then, so I called Yvette
I said, "Hello pretty mama, it's your lover man"
She said, "Baby, come on over as quick as you can"
I said, "I can't come now, someone's comin' to get me"
Then she said, "I'm all alone, there's nobody with me"
Thought for a second, "Oh shit, she's alone"
Then I was knockin' at her door 'fore she hung up the phone
She let me in the house and gave me a kiss
And said, "Give me that thing that you know I missed"
And so we went into her room and we got high
But she couldn't keep her hand from off my fly
So I made her lock the door, went to check it
When I came back in, the girl was naked
That was my cue to do the do
I took my clothes off and started on the pooh
Well, I was tearin' shit up, then 'bout a quarter to three
She said, "Caz! Somebody's comin'!" I said, "Yeah, me!"
Then the door bust open, and there was her folks
I thought, "Damn, they coulda waited, said damn, they coulda waited
Said damn, they coulda waited 'til I finished my strokes"
Her mother was in shock, her father reached on the shelf
Pulled down a .45, I almost shit on myself
Said, "Please don't shoot!" and pleaded my case
Said, "You'd have done the same thing if you was in my place
But if you spare my life, believe me friend
You'll never see me 'round your daughter again"
Don't ask me why, but he let me leave
I ran twenty-six blocks, then I stopped to breathe
Gave thanks to God he wasn't too upset
Went home and thought about poor Yvette
He must of beat her ass with everything I assume
'Cause I could hear the girl screamin' all the way in my room
Even though I don't see Yvette no more
Well, I know she ain't as fine, I know she ain't as fine
I know ain't half as fine as she was before
So J.D.L. ha, you know my voice is sore
Homeboy, get on the mic and rock once more

[Verse 5: J.D.L.]
Well, I'm here to be known and I'm known to be
As an electrifying prince of poetry
You listen to my rhymes that you never, ever heard
So stick around, don't do the bird