Get Down Grandmaster

[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)