Still on the Scene

[Verse 1]
Still on the scene after all these years
Like a pioneer, I conquer new frontiers
I'm the king and I'm back and I sing and I act
I do my thing, I'm not wack (is that a fact?)
You know it's true, I wouldn't lie to you
And if you won't take my word, give my career a review
I've done shows all over the globe
And when I'm home off tour I'm maxing my red robe
Sit back and watch cable, put my feet in the table
Collecting royalty checks from my record label
So you see I've been around and I'm still down
And I'll always hold the crown, I'm the king on the scene

[Verse 2]
I've been on the scene since rap began
As a participant and not a fan
I'm respected to the utmost cause it got [?]
Rappers don't have the style
Well most of them are good [?]
But I made my first jam before some of them were born
I'm the Kurtis Blow the pro, in rap my [?]
Got enough rhymes in my head to rock from night
To day and on til the afternoon
And you'll swoon when the tuned [?]
So you'll know who I am and what I'm about
And you'll have no doubt why I'm still on the scene

[Verse 3]
When you address me say your majesty
And all my subjects bow down to me
Am I the king? (You're the king)
Am I the king? (You're the king)
Full grown and on my own and I sit in the throne
Talking on the telephone eating ice cream cones
Am I the king? (You're the king)
Am I the king? (You're the king)
I'm a lion and I'm trying my best to chill
But if y'all keep dissing, I'm forced to ill
Am I the king? (You're the king)
Am I the king? (You're the king)
When it's time to throw down I tilt my crown
And people gather around just to hear how I sound
Cause I'm the king (You're the king)
Cause I'm the king (You're the king)
And I'mma stay on the scene

[Verse 4]
I'm a [?] and people say things like
I can't compete cause you're unique when you speak on the mic
But I'm not modest, it's true that I'm an artist
I don't think that I'm hardest but what keeps me apart is
Not only clarity but my vocabulary
Born with the gift of the gab and I'm very
Much proud of the poems that I give birth to
And duck MC's to me ain't worth two cents
Before I'll let 'em mess up my day
I just keep on saying what I have to say, ok?
To make you rock is my main objective
I write my rhymes among collected [?]
[?] [?] [?]
So cool I'll make you drool you wanna tell
My mom and dad as I [?]
You think I am but they know because they had
Me in New York twenty six years ago
And my mom said when I was an embryo
She heard peculiar sounds and I was moving around
And when I made my way out, I was about seven pounds
Learned to use my lungs when I was young
Then I [?] on the lip from the tip of my tongue
And what's hard, I make sound easy because I'm too [?]
With the rhyme I'll make you have a good time
And I will fullfil your need, be it mental or erotic
When splurging like the Virgin Isles, I'm exotic
I'm professional and my profession pays
I'm Kurtis Blow and I'll always be the king on the scene