Rapper's Delight - 7" Single Version

I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
 To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock
 It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie
 To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
 Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat
 And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
 See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello
 To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow
 But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
 Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
 Let's rock, you don't stop
 Rock the riddle that will make your body rock
 Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
 And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song
 Check it out: I'm the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y
 Y'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why:
 Y'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T
 Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
 I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack
 I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
 So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall
 I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball
 Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend
 But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again
 Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]
 Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ
 Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
 Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
 Master Gee, am I mellow?
 It's on you, so what you gonna do?
 Well, it's on n on n on on n on
 The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
 I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
 I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee
 Well, my name is known all over the world
 By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
 I'm goin down in history
 As the baddest rapper there ever could be
 Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows
 The beat starts gettin' into your toes
 Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet
 And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat
 And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak
 I said damn, right outta your seat
 Then ya throw your hands high in the air
 Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
 Ya rockin' to the beat without a care
 With the sure shot MCs for the affair
 Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
 But I rap to the beat just the same
 I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
 All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize
 Singin' on n n on n on n on
 The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
 Singin' on n n on n on on n on
 Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
 Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop
 Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got
 I guess by now, you can take a hunch
 And find that I am the baby of the bunch
 But that's okay I still keep in stride
 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
 Singin' on n n on n on n on
 The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
 Singin' on n n on n on on n on
 Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor
 I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there
 I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
 I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind
 I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor
 A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got
 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
 I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?
 I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie
 The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock
 It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie
 To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
 Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo
 And guess what, America, we love you
 'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
 You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old
 I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
 But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
 Rock it up, baby bubbah
 Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie
 To the beat beat, it's so unique
 Come on, everybody and dance to the beat
 I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie
 To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop
 Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang
 The boogie to the boogie da beat
 I said I can't wait till the end of the week
 When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat
 And attempt to raise your body heat
 Just blow your mind so that you can't speak
 And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
 And let it change up to a dance called The Freak
 And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
 Rest a little while so ya don't get weak
 I know a man named Hank
 He has more rhymes than a serious bank
 So come on, Hank, sing that song
 To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong
 Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp
 The women fight for my delight
 But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
 That shock the house for the young ladies
 And when you come inside into the front
 You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
 And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point
 We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint
 A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day
 I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
 Because they say that miracles never cease
 I've created a devastating masterpiece
 I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist
 Everybody, I say, it goes like this:
 Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
 A reporter stopped me for a interview
 She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
 That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables
 This young reporter, I did adore
 So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before
 She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!
 The Cassanova legend must have been true!"
 I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
 Said, "I go by the name of Lois Lane
 And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
 Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
 I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
 Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
 He may be very sexy or even cute
 But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit"
 I said, "You need a man who's got finesse
 And his whole name across his chest
 He may be able to fly all through the night
 But can he rock a party till the early light?
 He can't satisfy you with his little worm
 But I can bust you out with my super sperm!"
 I gon' do it, I gon' do it
 I gon' do it, do it, do it
 And I'm here, and I'm there
 I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere
 Just throw your hands up in the air
 And party hardy like you just don't care
 Let's do it, don't stop y'all
 A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!
 Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]
 I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ
 Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
 You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend
 I say skip, dive, what can I say?
 I can't fit em all inside my OJ
 So I just take half and bust them out
 I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house
 It was twelve o'clock one Friday night
 I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right
 Everybody was dancin' on the floor
 Doin' all the things they never did before
 And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean
 She came into the bar, she came into the scene
 As she traveled deeper inside the room
 All the fellas checked out her white sasoons
 She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
 Then she turned around and shook her behind
 So I said to myself, "It's time for me to release
 My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece"
 And now, people in the house, this is just for you
 A little rap to make you boogaloo
 Now the group ya hear is called phase two
 And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew
 Once a week we're on the street
 Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free
 For you to party, ya got to have the moves
 So we'll get right down and give you a groove
 For you to dance, you gotta get hype
 So we'll get right down and make you rock
 Now the system's on and the girls are there
 Ya definitely have a rockin affair
 But let me tell ya somethin', there's still one fact:
 That to have a party, ya got to have a rap
 So when the party's over, you're makin' it home
 And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn
 And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream
 And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene
 My name appears in your mind
 Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
 It was phase two, just a-doin' a do
 Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could
 To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak
 Come alive, girls, get on your feet
 To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
 To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak
 To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on
 On n on into the break of dawn
 Now I got a man comin' on right now
 He's guaranteed to throw down
 He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
 Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like
 Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey
 Like a millionaire that has no money
 Like a rainy day that is not wet
 Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet
 Like Dracula without his fangs
 Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
 Like collard greens that don't taste good
 Like a tree that's not made out of wood
 Like goin' up and not comin' down
 Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound
 To the beat beat, ya do The Freak
 Everybody just rock and dance to the beat
 Have you ever went over a friends house to eat
 And the food just ain't no good?
 I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed
 And the chicken tastes like wood
 So you try to play it off like you think you can
 By sayin that you're full
 And then your friend says, "Momma, he's just being polite
 He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!"
 So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie
 And you say that you already ate
 And your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food!"
 So you pile some more on your plate
 While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'
 Of the moment that it's time to leave
 And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'
 Into something that looks like cheese
 Oh so, you say, "That's it, I got to leave this place
 I don't care what these people think
 I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
 With this ugly food that stinks!"
 So you bust out the door while it's still closed
 Still sick from the food you ate
 And then you run to the store for quick relief
 From a bottle of Kaopectate
 And then you call your friend two weeks later
 To see how he has been
 And he says, "I understand about the food, baby bubbah
 But we're still friends"
 With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie
 The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'
 To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie
 To the rhythm of the boogie the beat
 I say, Hank, can ya rock?
 Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?
 Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?
 I said, come on make the, make the people move
 I go to the halls and then ring the bell
 Because I am the man with the clientele
 And if ya ask me why I rock so well
 A big bang, I got clientele
 And from the time I was only six years old
 I never forgot what I was told
 It was the best advice that I ever had
 It came from my wise dear old dad
 He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you
 And don't say a word until I'm through
 Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry
 A time to live and a time to die
 A time to break and a time to chill
 To act civilized or act real ill
 But whatever ya do in your lifetime
 Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!"
 So from sixty-six to this very day
 I'll always remember what he had to say
 So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style
 I let them know that I'm versatile
 I got style, finesse and a little black book
 That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
 But there's a thing that separates you from me
 And that is called originality
 Because my rhymes are on from what you heard
 I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word
 And I say a little more later on tonight
 So the sucker MCs can bite all night
 A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all
 A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop
 Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]
 Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
 Drive off in a def OJ
 Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
 Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends
 A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all
 Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop
 A-Master Gee, am I mellow?
 It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
 Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show
 A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo
 Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost
 The sounds to throw down, they're played the most
 It's like my man, Captain Sky
 Whose name he earned with his super sperm
 We rock and we don't stop
 Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got
 To the beat that it makes you freak
 And come alive, girl, get on your feet
 A-like a Perry Mason without a case
 Like Farrah Fawcett without her face
 Like The Bar-Kays on the mic
 Like gettin' right down for you tonight
 Like movin' your body so ya don't know how
 Right to the rhythm and throw down
 Like comin' alive to the Master Gee
 The brother who rocks so viciously
 I said, the age of one, my life begun
 At the age of two, I was doin the' do
 At the age of three, it was you and me
 Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee
 At the age of four, I was on the floor
 Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for
 At the age of five, I didn't take no jive
 With the Master Gee, it's all the way live
 At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks
 Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed
 At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven
 Dontcha know I went off?
 I got right on down to the beat, you see
 Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls
 Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat
 To the double beat beat that makes you freak
 At the age of eight, I was really great
 'Cause every night, you see I had a date
 At the age of nine, I was right on time
 'Cause every night, I had a party rhyme
 Goin' on n n on n on on n on
 The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
 A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...
 Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop
 A-saying on n n on n on on n on
 I say you don't stop, gimme what ya got
 'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic
 I am the definite feast delight
 'Cause I'm a helluva man when i'm on the miC
 I am the definite feast delight
 Come to the Master Gee, you see
 The brother who rocks so viciously