Bust The Facts Songtext / Lyric

Ahh yes yes y'all, and you don't stop

("Here's a little story that must be told.")

You're listenin to the sounds, of the best MC, in the world.

Koooooooooooooool KEITH!

("Go off, and go off.")






I got a flyer in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush

The place is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayvon

Lovely ladies smellin sweet, with a lot of Avon

Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me

Flash and Theodore, super cuts that blind me

"Catch a Groove" is the rhythm, spinnin back and forth

From the East and the Valley, swingin back up North

towards the South Bronx, Euceda Park and Webster

The speakers are pumpin, power bass is thumpin

with the Ultramega amp, keepin pep up, jumpin

From side to side, the double meters'll peak

They had some good MC's, a lot of them, they was weak

They no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak

Melle Mel had the best rhymes, rankin with Caz

Kool Moe tried to get down, but I made him sit down

with that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this

Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn

to ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Seven years later toy you still crusty crust

Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty

And under your arms you're kickin power and musty

Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll

Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold

while you're listenin, I throw a buzz in your ear

Bust the facts!



("Yes yes y'all.")("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")

("Yes yes y'all.")("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")

("Yes yes y'all.")("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")



Now swing your partner around, dosey-dosey

like musical chairs and ring around the rosie

The party you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C.

The Herculoids battle, The Disco Twins

Funky rhymes with breakbeats, the DJ spins

for the L Brothers, steppin right in the scene

Mean Gene was maxin, Rockin Rob went to work

While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk

with the belt drive, Technics and B-1's

with the orange light shinin, the red on D-1's

Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin with G.L.O.B.E.

Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and Superman

Pullin out that Olde E, that funky funky 40 ounce

Ikey C from Cosmic, the bass bottom bounce

Red Alert in the booth, the T-Connection to mix

Silly rabbit. you know my style has Trix

to go on, to the next line, to the break of dawn

while I move up step, to the early early morn

with a hip-hop drink and some rhyme popcorn

Never smokin or sniffin or ever jokin or riffin

because it's time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic

Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither rapper was plastic

Back in the days, you had to be so sarcastic

to stretch out a rhyme, and make it double elastic

You learn new jack, step back and be wack

You know what time it is boy, and every mic I smoke

Bust the facts!



("Yes yes y'all.") ("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")

("Yes yes y'all.") ("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")

("Yes yes y'all.") ("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")

("Yes yes y'all.") ("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")



Later on at the Boys Club, while Tom excel

I got a name for your brain that surely rings a bell

Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy

Playin James Brown records, you stupid you silly boy

Bongo Rockin, hard where the rhythm go

You fake and pass, Busy Bee give and go

to the AJ Scratch, a funky beat that matched

with a two-second break, that was hard to catch

DST was mixin, slicin with his elbows

Freakin the wheels, loopin rhymes, here we go

to the master faster, speed up and go faster

Turn my JVC to mega power and blast the

Mario tape, yes The Disco King

with the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack swing

Happy rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck

You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you're pushin your luck

The Casanovas was maxin all scheamin to duck

You had The Black Spades, plus The Savage Skulls

Gangbangin was over, neither crew is exist

They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss

So on the rhymes kept rollin, straight up into disco

Eddie Cheeba was sweet G, and back up to Cisko

And freaker Islam, with the Great Love Squids

Spinnin high-top beats, can you check it, you dig

Kool Keith out smokin, my lyrics are hot

Bust the facts!



("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")

("Yes yes y'all.") ("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")

("Yes yes y'all.") ("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")

("Yes yes y'all.") ("Innovative.")

("Let's rock, get bigger.")