It’s The Hip Hop

[Verse 1]
Well a few years ago they said it wouldn’t last
Why it’s just another fad and it soon will pass
But as time went on hip-hop came along
And now we’re proud to say it’s still going strong
Now anywhere you go pump your disco
I’ll bet you’ll find an MC there rocking the show
People play it on tape and the radio
Hip-hop to the beat, catching on you know

[Chorus]
It’s the hip-hop
Make you wanna get on the floor
It’s the hip-hop
Make you all yell for more
It’s the hip-hop
When you just can’t stop
Well it’s the hip-hop ya’ll
Makes your body rock

[Verse 2]
Well in the summer in the city when it’s really hot
You move the cars out the way and close off the block
Then you hear the scratching sound of a DJ throwing down
And people come running from miles around
As the MC rhymer, DJ cuts the beat
You see a crew of fly girls dancing in the street
Then you say to yourself “I hope it never stops”
That’s when you know you’ve been struck by the old hip-hop

[Chorus]
It’s the hip-hop
Make you wanna get on the floor
It’s the hip-hop
Make you all yell for more
It’s the hip-hop
When you just can’t stop
Well it’s the hip-hop ya’ll
Makes your body rock

[Verse 3]
Hip-hop is a art, a form of expression
It releases your tension and inside oppression
Got something on your mind, won’t let you rest
Sit down by the rhyme and get it off your chest
Somebody got you upset, there's no reason to fight
Just take out your anger when you’re on the mic
And once you do this I’m sure you’ll insist
Hip-hop is number one and at the top of the list

[Chorus]
It’s the hip-hop
Make you wanna get on the floor
It’s the hip-hop
Make you all yell for more
It’s the hip-hop
When you just can’t stop
Well it’s the hip-hop ya’ll
Makes your body rock

[Post-Chorus]
And we would like to say hip-hop is not complete
Without mellow Freddy B just cuttin' up the beat
So hit it!

So now that you know what the hip-hop is
Check it out party people, it goes like this

[Verse 4]
Well I’m a captain of rapping, believe it so
That I create masterpieces like Vincent Van Gogh
Write a rhyme or a story like Edgar Allen Poe
We paint the Sistine Chapel from Michaelangelo
Take you on an expedition like Lewis and Clark
MCs’ll see the light if they’re living in the dark
I’m the greatest of the great, there could never be one greater
The beginning, the ending, the alpha and omega
The mic manipulator, rhyme interpretator
The Captain GeeWiz, MC exterminator
Preserverance to endure anything, your mother
Why, who you gonna call, me, the MC brother
‘Cause these rhymes I produce make you go “Ho!”
E.S.P. get on the mic ‘cause I think you should go

[Verse 5]
No one is greater, a sight for spectators
A sturdy meal to eat, I’m not mashed potatoes
Other MCs appetizers, and I’m the big feast
E.S.P. rap ruler, and reign like a beast
Have a big grandstand, a feast, a festival
That’s what you’ll be waiting on my arrival
Rapper’s attorney, secretary of the rap
President of MCs of all countries
Captain and general, the king in the ball
At my expense and any call
We can mix things up in an MC brawl
Whether he or her, I’m talkin’ to all of ya’ll
And all these rappers on the mic who like to bite
Get your pads out now, get ready to write

[Verse 6]
Well I’m a breadwinner, MC contender
Top of [?] on the rapping agenda
The classified info ‘cause you know that I know
I helped Davy Crockett with the Alamo
And I have enough money to buy a Sherman tank
EZ-L-Double-E, the Titanic I sank
I want the Pony Express, [?] to the chest
And after bust into the party, I’m playing fresh

[Chorus]
It’s the hip-hop
Make you wanna get on the floor
It’s the hip-hop
Make you all yell for more
It’s the hip-hop
When you just can’t stop
Well it’s the hip-hop ya’ll
Makes your body rock

[Post-Chorus]
So hip-hop, you don’t stop
Everybody run and rush the record shop

[Outro]
Yeah
The Mighty Mic Masters are the place to be
Yo, they got the Gee, EZ-L-Double-E
And don’t forget me, E.S.P
The Mixmaster Freddy B up on the wheels of steel
[?] big fun