Lyrics:

Now the party didnt start till I walked in

And I probably wont leave until the thing ends

But in the mean time, the in between time

If you work your thing, then I'll work mine

We came here together so we could have fun

Me and you baby, goin one on one

Now this is the last chance for us to get off

So either get loose, or you aught to get lost

Cause Im just about ready to do my thing

Cause Im the stone cold, New York, Rap Machine

Im 'a give you what I got, and baby thats plenty

You'll never have one that rocks so many

Im 'a make you wet and make you sweat

Just to see how funky you can get

Now when Im on the mic, I do serve well

And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil



*Four minutes left*



Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear

Get ready for a trip through the Atmosphere

Gonna take you for a ride through the Twighlight Zone

I dont need a space ship, I use my microphone

So hold on tight, with all your might

Cause Ill be rappin like this for the rest of the night

Its Jalil yall, your master rapper

And when Im on the mic its a sheer disaster

Cause MC's crumble when we rumble

Some think Im soft just because Im humble

So all you MC's, I hope you're real good listeners

Cause in this battle, Im takin no prisoners

Im slayin MC's right on the spot

Cause Im the the master of the Rap, the doctor of the Rock

The Jack of all Trades, The Master of One

And the thing Im at, is called havin fun

We got three minutes left to rock this funk

To separate the good stuff from the junk, so

Get in the groove, and feel the sound

And once you're inside, spread yourself around

From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom

Come on Master Dee, get funky while we got em



*three minutes left*



Me and my partner, from the start

We usually get together, after dark

Sometimes to rap, Sometimes to sing

In the Summer or the Winter cause it aint no thing

And ever since I first came round

Side by Side, We'd throw down

We came here to this here place

To serve you all right to your face

Because this jam here is our show stopper

We didnt wanna do it but I guess we gotta

We're the men of the hour, makin the ladies scream and holler

To hot to trot, To sweet to be sour

Im gonna set the record straight

And I hope that it is not too late

If you want the best, I wont settle for less

Put your money on me, Im your best bet

Come on,

One for the treble

Two for the Bass

Three for the ladies

Four for the plaid

Five, minutes of funk, this aint no junk

So pull your bottom, off the tree stump

Ladies real pretty, from city to city

But now we're gettin down to the nitty gritty

From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom

Im gonna rock em, while I still got em

Our rappin shower has style and power

And this, is our disco hour

I dont know what all of you have heard

So its up to me to spread the word

About the man that we feel has got to be real

Our crowned Prince on the wheels of steel

He goes by the name of Grandmaster Dee

So if its alright with you, its alright with me

We gonna rock you people's minds with ease

With some help from the Maestro, if you please



*one minute left*



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