Rammellzee And Shock Dell At The Amphitheatre

[Intro: Shockdell]
Macho man who has a master plan you can't understand
And I don't stop that body rock
And keep, a keep rockin' the sure shot (Crazy hands, Crazy Legs)
Keep rock, rock-rock the rock-rock
Keep rockin' the sure shot
Rammell, my mellow, my man
Just get on the mic with the master plan

[Verse 1: Rammellzee]
Well, I broke you to a decimal
When a shaolin crawls down the Cypress Hill
As I turned the corner to see my boy
I drink a whiff of riddle for the widdle toy
Saw I'm writin' on the wall, the def graffiti
I told the sucka nigga he couldn't bring the paint
I got on the mic, yes, I had a night
I shocked the sucka nigga to the break of daylight
All breakers out there on the floor
Rock with the rhythm, with the freaks galore
Put the music out with the apple pie
Shockdell and me, you don't—

[Interlude]
You guys get on the mic, so I can cue
Serve them with the funky bass in your face
New York City, have mercy, have mercy, one time
Introducing the crew, me and Rammellzee
I'm from the Rockaway (Mr. Freeze, Mr. Freeze)
And my man Mr. Freeze known as Shock
Ya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Mr. Freeze known as Shock)
Do-do, do-do it

[Verse 2: Shockdell]
So you're unemployed, evicted from your home
Street bumpin' bumper, ain't happenin' grown
All alone, on your own, pushin' ups and downs (Check out)
Put on the round crown, (Frosty Freeze on the wall) all rhythm through the crowd
But that's not the way you intend to live
Receive, but don't fear, now you're after it
I puff the cheeba in the rain, snortin' blow in the snow
Your mama don't know, so it can't hurt her soul
He can't escape the world and been prayin' for his life
There's got to be a better way, consider a wife
You can pass the tracks, and there's more that you deserve
Keep on bumpin' to concern, praise the rich and up in there
Hip, hop, a hip-hop a hip-hop
A hip-hop, you don't stop
You can freak it all night to the sure shot
You can freak on top, to your delight
Rammell, you're the king, so
Get on the mic and do your own thing

[Verse 3: Rammellzee]
Won't you just get on down?
Yeah, party people out there in the audience, get on down
'Cause that groove will hit the heavenly sound
That'll make the earth quake throughout the whole damn park
All the cops in the house, yeah, listen to this shit
Hip a-ditty (Ooh)
Just a-hittin' the grit (Ooh)
Just a-makin' you trip, with the serious tip
My move science, my move science
Gonna freak to the rhythm, yeah, makin' you pop
Now baby, oh, baby
Yeah, sweet little pretty baby-baby
I got that class to the def-o
Now to make you get down, and I got so much
So groove it to the rhythm, a sure shot
Rock it, yo, it's really hot
He's got, oh, the serious cut that'll make you trip
When he shakes your butt, on the wheels of steel
A Grandmaster D. St., shockin' it on the beat
Rock quick, y'all, yeah
Rock-rock, rock-rock, rock rockin' it quick
Funky music, oh, with the serious through, yeah
Yeah, Mr. Freeze, it's makin' you move
Shock with the rhythm, yeah, party people
Just shock with the rhythm, party people
'Cause the rhythm just makes you people move
Like a little, wobbly weak bone
It's the break, yeah, yeah
Check out those moves right there, check that out
Now what you know about that? (Ah, yeah)
Just rock right there (Just rip it!)
What's that? Yeah, we're down for the kill
Inside, you know it's chill (We're the freakish freaks!)
Mr. Freeze is in the crew (It's me in harmony)

[Verse 4: Shockdell]
Grandmaster D. St. on the wheels of steel
New York City, it's got to be for real
Sure enough introducin', once again, from the T-O-P
Gonna rock it down from the top of the key
My name is Shockdell, I wanna be known
Wanna be the best on the microphone
Wanna be the best the crowd has ever seen
And jumpin' off the top of all the sucker MC's
To be among stars, to be on the top
The A, number one, and king of the crowd
The sly Casanova at the top of the hill (What you know about that?)
The cold-hearted lover with a heart of a steel
The savoir-faire the women all admire
The long burnin' fire and the passion and desire
To my beat-beat, to my break of dawn
To my beat-beat, to my break-a-dawn
So, Rammell, my man
Just get on the mic and do the best you can

[Outro: Rammellzee]
Pull it out your pocket, pull it out your pocket
'Cause you know I'm down, yes, I'm 'bout to rock it
When I shock with the Rhythm Rock Steady Crew
With the best of my ability, gotta make you move
Groovin' in the park, one Saturday​ night
Yeah, the kid you need was ready for a fight