M.C. Battle

[Dialogue]
Yeah man, you got those nice zorro whole cars runnin'?
(Shh, you gotta quiet man, but I know the deal!)
You're doin' this incredible wild style stuff
That's why I was so happy, to see you
Do that piece outside man
(Nah, I ain't do that man)
What?
(That's crazy, man)
(That ain't even my drawing, man)
Bitin' your style, man?
And they come out here makin' money
Like they're tryin' to hustle me, man?
(Scooby Doo)

[Intro]
Red Scoop, like on say ho (Ho!)
Everybody from the boogie down Bronx
Say let me say I am (I am!)
If you was born in New York City
Let me here you say you know that (You know that!)
Somebody, anybody, help me, scream!

[Verse 1: Busy Bee]
I rock New York City, all years around
My name is known all over the town (Say what?)
People here love the way that I run my game
They can't wait to see me make the hall of fame
Busy Bee is my name, and that's a fact
And you can't beat that with a stick ball bat
Now I walk around, sly as can be
In the MC world, there is no better than me
Man, I'm badder than bold, bolder than bad
The best MC life ever had
When I came to Earth, by the meteorite
They didn't, wanna, give me a try
But they heard my voice, could make y'all dance
So they finally, made Dog give me a chance
And I rock the house, so viciously
All the girls is talkin' about Busy Bee
So get down, stop that messin' around
Because, Busy Bee is in your town

[Verse 2: Rodney Cee]
I said bein' an MC just wasn't my choice
But I soon found out I had the golden voice
I was too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Because MC stands for 'mic control'
When it came to that, I was one of the best
I can rock it north, south, the east and west
And like, Mickey Mouse, and the Son of Sam
When I shock the house, don't give a damn

[Verse 3: Busy Bee]
Well I was walkin' through the jungle with a stick in my hand
I'm a bad young brother from the Ranch Crew land
Look in the tree, who do I see
2 mother fuckas tryin' to freak with me
So I done the freak, and I done my best
So then all of a sudden, I had to grab my chest
I rock the All Ages, I rock the C
Everybody know the chief rocker Busy Bee
They dance, and don't stop
They rock to the rhythm, to the body rock-rock

[Verse 4: Rodney Cee]
Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are
You didn't buy my Mink and you didn't buy my car
You take lots of heed to the words I say
Got cheeba and cocaine, and ain't givin' none away
It's like that y'all, and you don't stop
You keep on, to the break-a-dawn

[Verse 5: Busy Bee]
And there's a place, where the Ranch Boys go (Yeah)
Get a little cheeba and get gusto
But in order to you to come in our spot
You got to own three girls, a mansion and a yacht
Gotta come in side, and peep a stride
You gotta get cash money to keep the game alive
And stay on your feet from 9 to 5
Because the boys of the ranch don't take no jive

[Verse 6: Rodney Cee]
When you hear me talk, you can bet your last dime
Everything I say, will be in a rhyme
Every rhyme I say, will be a delight
'Cause I rock and shock in the party all night
I rock the C, I rock the house, and most definitely
I turn-turn it out, y'all
I got the qualifications to rock the best
There's no limitations to my finesse
Got the modifications, for all to rave
I won't bite a rhyme and I won't imitate
Another MC, when he's runnin' down rhyme
'Cause after time, he's just runnin' down mine
But that's all right, 'cause I know someday
I'll put him in check, and take his rep away
'Cause my name is known, from land to land
I'm a super fly guy with a mic in my hand
My name is known, as CC
When I'm on the mic, I cause minor history
I'm a mystical, magical, man on the mic
When I run down a rhyme, it will be a delight
'Cause I'm a mean machine, a master plan
You see what I mean, I'm a hell of man
'Cause I'm an inspiration, all over the nation
Young ladies, I will say, I'm a disco sensation
Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
Give it everything you got!
Say ho!