Now the party didn't start till I walked in

And I probably won't 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 I'm just about ready to do my thing

Cause I'm the stone cold

New york

Rap machine

I'm 'a give you what I got

And baby that's plenty

You'll never have one that rocks so many

I'm 'a 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

*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 don't 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 y'all

Your master rapper

And when I'm on the mic its a sheer disaster

Cause mc's crumble when we rumble

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

So all you mc's

I hope you're real good listeners

Cause in this battle

I'm takin no prisoners

I'm slayin 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 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 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 want to 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

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 gettin 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 rappin shower has style and power

And this

Is our disco hour

I don't 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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