On The Go

[Intro]
Say ooh, ah, on the go, Black Bird
Kevski is gonna rock the show (Say what!)
Ooh, ah, on the go, Black Bird, Kevski is gonna rock the show

[Verse 1: Black Bird]
And at the age of one you see I just begun
And at the age of two I was talkin' jive
'Came an MC at the age of five
And at the age of six, you see I learned to mix
All the females was on my shit
And at the age of seven I went to heaven, ate a piece of lead
And I fell to the ground, huh, and thought I was dead, you see
Then I woke up next morning in a hospital bed, uh!
And there was a nurse she was doing my hair, ow
Said a rhythm to a riddle, a dane to the day
She said the meat looks better in a Burger King
I said I know nurse, lay off my meat
And give me a chance to get on my feet
She said "No Bobby B when you rock it on
The rhymes don't stop to the break of dawn"
And at the age of eight I rocked on a date
And at the age of nine I made up my mind
To tell the world that I was one of a kind
And at the age of ten you see
I still knew what I knew back then you see
It's not how you make it, it's how you make it good
And when you rock with Kevski, you rock like you should

[Verse 2: Kevski]
Well it's like down in Harlem where the people jam
I live 143rd and Amsterdam
You walk up the stairs, you jump a few feet
You read-a the value, come on in
Your body's good, you're sure to grin
But you won't come back again
'Cause we're listed in the Yellow Pages all around the world
We got 18 years of experience with young sweet fine girls
And when you dial a number, you dial it straight
But don't forget the number 8
It's 2-8-1-5-9-24 when you call be at your front door
It's like on and on and on and on
The beat don't stop to the break of dawn
Well I'ma getcha TV, I'ma dial it straight
And rock to the rhythm of a 78
Like Channel 2 I'm gonna rock with you
On Channel 3 we rock viciously
On Channel 4 we gonna rock some more
On Channel 5 they gonna play some jive
On Channel 6 we gonna rock the mix
On Channel 7 gonna rock like heaven
On Channel 8 we gonna lay 'em straight
On Channel 9 I'm gonna say my rhymes
On Channel 10 we gonna do it again
It's like Mountain Dew is really on you
Like 7-Up we gonna beat the nut
Like Pepsi-Cola, you got lootle over
Like Captain Crunch we gonna beat the bunch
It's like Cheerio I'm on the go
I'm here to rock your microphone
I'm here to see everybody
Rock to the rhythm so viciously
It's like snap, crackle, finger pop
A come on Bobski let me see you rock
Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
See, I won't tell if you won't tell my house is where you been
See, I'm selectified, I'm qualified, to most do anything, ha!

[Verse 3: Black Bird]
Get loose!
Get loose, get loose!
I got more rhymes than Mother Goose
Get loose!
Get loose, get on!
I rock to the rhythm of the break of dawn
'Cause I'm the supergalactic, super bubble-plastic
My rhymes are very drastic
I'm a lover-lover-lover of another time
If you wanna see me at 1-1-4 just save up
Your nickles and dimes, see
I'm a sex machine with a pocket full of green
I do the freak all in my sleep
And you know that it makes me weak
'Cause I rock the mic day and night
I'm did it than the man they call Reverend Ike
You see rain, sleet or snow
I gotta show called disco
Kevski, it's your turn
So get on the mic and show us what you learned!

[Verse 4: Kevski]
It's like on and on and on
I like a five cent whats you say, a-popcorn
Young ladies, rock on
You go me and Superman we had this flight
Hit him in the head with the kryptonite
Then I bust his brains, he's insane
Now I'm bustin' out Lois Lane
Bust her out then I bust her in
She began to scream for Jimmy Olsen
Then me and Olsen begin to fight
Hit him in the head with a left and a right
Hit him so hard I felt the pain
Now I'm bustin' out Lois Lane
Bust her out, then I bust her in
She began to scream for Kevski again
'Cause I'm the K-E-V the S-K-I
You kiss the fly girls and you make them cry
You go Kevski, I be rockin' on
Well I'm the master of the microphone
Whatever you say just the master spy
I used to work for the FBI
Played in the movie, that Live Or Let Die
Kiss the fly girls and you make them cry
You go Kevski, I be rockin' on
My rhymes don't stop 'til the break of dawn
If your name is Judy got off your booty
If your name is Annie get off your fanny
Your name is Guy, get off your backside
Your name is Chris, you hit the decks
You go Cleopatra was a movie stature
Julius Caesar was a titty steed
I got the rap of Kojak, better than Baretta
Hold on to your girl before I go get her
Like a peach to a piece, a plug to a plug
You don't stop rockin' 'til we all get some
You kick off your shoes and you tip your hat
You rock to the rhythm 'cause you got it like that
You rock to the rhythm, the rhythm of the sound
Come on Bobski, let's get down

[Verse 5: Black Bird]
It's on and on and can't you see?
Nobody rocks the mic like me
'Cause I'm on and on and I get on down
I rock the funky MC sound
Everybody keep on
Just clap your hands, stomp your feet
Rock to the rhythm of the rhythm big beat
When you hear the sounds I'm about to make
Your body will start to tremble and shake
Like a turkey is carved, the pig is glazed
Your mind will enter the very next phase
'Til your hands start to fiddle, your heart starts to fade
You start to pump that old Kool-Aid
Just close your eyes, memorized
DJ, make my nature rise!