We want to rock you
We're the kings of swing, and we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief, contained by wild beasts
The finesse of the West, the masterpiece of the East
Hah, the boss of course, as the lord of our fort
The ones with the platinum vocal cords
We're the science of desire, with a magical mic
The monarch of the dark in the night, alright
We advertise and specialize
In the exercise and we'll energize
The young ladies thighs cause all the fly guys
Nature's to rise right before their eyes
We're the Earl of the world, and the air of flair
The Duke of dare, the Mayor of debonair
Got fine, drink wine, can dance and dine
Got a first class female, oh, so fine
Hey baby, whatever you doing right, girl
I just want you to always be easy
And keep on shaking that thing
And I want you (swinging it, swinging it, swinging)
Tell me how now
Like dy-na-mite before it blows
Who needs a band when the beat just goes boom?
He's Grandmaster
He cuts faster
We're the Furious, serious, and ever so mysterious
Five that's rocking the house
And everybody say "play" ("play")
Say, "play" ("play"), well, okay
Ho, everybody c'mon
Whoo! (Now, now)
People say it's dirty
People say it's wrong
They talk about our music
Like it's a nasty song
It's nasty!
I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha
Just let us rock you
Got waterbed sets in my limousine
And every time I'm seen, I got to be clean
I tour around the world to make the people dance
And here's a little message for the ladies in France
Je m'appelle, Melle Mel
Ah dome mal lamate mademoiselle
Done wa sing, done marseis
Done wa rik no dees
I'm seeing this girl that I just adore
I'm seeing this girl that what I never saw before
The way she was swaying and doing the swing
I had to let her know just about my thing
I'm the M, R, N E-Double S
Come on, ah fly girl, and put me to a test
And I'll rock you, until you give me the rest
I keep on it, until you start to fess
Raheem, in your life, what more can you ask?
I bet you can't think of a greater task
I make my light shine on your cloudy days
You can surf if you want to, on my waves
I caress your soft body on those mellow nights
A continuous thing, to the morning light
It's reality, it's not a dream
It's nothing less than the best when it's from Raheem
Now it's my turn, so understand
That I'm the Kid Creole, and I'm a ladies man
I don't have a lot of women hangin on my steez
Only one fine lady that you better believe
I say Annette's her name, and that's the truth
I give a lot of things up, before I turn her loose
It's just her and me, and that's simple and plain
And that's the only way I run my game
Well I'm a cowboy, and I'm the real McCoy
I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy
Bowlegged cool brother and you will agree
On top of the world for the ladies to see
Gonna hip, gonna hop, gonna rock the spot
Gonna make everybody want to rock, rock, rock
Gonna do it to the east, want to do it to the west
Gonna make you relax right upon your chest
Grandmaster Flash is willing and able
He's the king of the cuts on two turntables
He's the grand, grand, the master man
He's so nice with his hands, he don't need no band
Rocks 45's, and 33's
Rocks boys, men, women, and young ladies
He can slice so precise, it's almost fun
And he makes better love than a mick makes money
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick
Slick Rick, Slick Rick (hoo-hoo)
Ow!
Yeah, yeah
Bob Marie, Bob Marie
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
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