Featuring Grandmaster Dee Songtext / Lyric

Now the party didn't start till I walked in

And I probably won't leave until the thing ends

But in the meantime, 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, going one on one

Now this is the last chance for us to get off

So either get loose or you ought to get lost



'Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing

'Cause I'm the stone cold, New York, Rap Machine

I'ma give you what I got and baby, that's plenty

You'll never have one that rocks so many



I'ma make you wet and make you sweat

Just to see how funky you can get

Now when I'm on the mic, I do serve well

And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil



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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 twilight zone

I don't need a space ship, I use my microphone



So hold on tight with all your might

'Cause I'll be rapping like this for the rest of the night

It's Jalil, y'all, your master rapper

And when I'm on the mic it's a sheer disaster



'Cause MCs crumble when we rumble

Some think I'm soft just because I'm humble

So all you MCs, I hope you're real good listeners

'Cause in this battle, I'm taking no prisoners



I'm slaying MC's right on the spot

'Cause I'm the the master of the rap, the doctor of the rock

The jack of all trades, the master of one

And the thing I'm at is called having 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



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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 ain't 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 didn't wanna do it but I guess we gotta

We're the men of the hour

Making the ladies scream and holler



To hot to trot, to sweet to be sour

I'm gonna set the record straight

And I hope that it is not too late

If you want the best, I won't settle for less



Put your money on me, I'm 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 ain't no junk

So pull your bottom off the tree stump

Ladies real pretty from city to city

But now we're getting down to the nitty gritty



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

I'm gonna rock 'em while I still got 'em

Our rapping shower has style and power

And this is our disco hour



I don't know what all of you have heard

So it's 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 it's alright with you, it's alright with me

We gonna rock you people's minds with ease

With some help from the Maestro, if you please



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