Bobby Robinson - Superappin' lyrics

It was a party night, everybody was breaking The highs were screaming and the ba** was shaking And it won't be long till everybody knows when that Flash was on the beat box going that Flash was on the beat box going that Flash was on the beat box going And and and and Sha na na Italian, Caucasian, Japanese Spanish, Indian, Negro and Vietnamese MCs, disc jockeys to all the fly kids and the young ladies Introducing the crew ya got to see to believe We're one, two, three, four, five MCs I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well And I'm Mr. Ness because I rocks the best I'm Rahiem in all the ladies' dreams And I'm Cowboy to make ya jump for joy I'm Creole, solid gold The Kid Creole playing the role Dig this, we're the Furious Five plus Grandmaster Flash Giving you a blast and sure enough cla** So to prove to ya all that we're second to none We're gonna make five mcs sound like one Ya gotta dip dip dive, so so socialize Clean out your ears then open your eyes And then pay at the door as a donation To hear the best sounds in creation He's a disco dream of a mean machine And when it comes to size, ya see what we mean Ya see his name is not found in the hall of fame but he'll shock And amaze ya and make ya feel shame He takes a lime from a lemon And from a lemon to a lime He cuts the beat in half the time And as sure is 3 times 2 is 6 You'll say Flash is the king of the quick mix We're five mc's and we're on our own And we're the most well known on the microphone And we throw down hard and we aim to please With finesse to impress all the young ladies We got rhymes galore and that's a fact And if the satisfaction's guaranteed to cause a heart attack We are the best as you can see So eliminate the possibility That to be an e-m-c-e-e Is not a threat to society Say step by step Stride by stride I know the fly young lady would like to ride In my mercedes, 'young ladies' In my mercedes, 'young ladies' If my Mercedes breakdown and dull my grill I will drive up in a new Seville If my Seville break down, I take it back I will dull my grill in a new Cadillac If my Cadillac break down, it's too much I will shock your mind in a new Star Stutz And if a Stutz break down, I make another choice I will dull my grill in a new Rolls Royce And if a Royce break down, I'll be out in the rain And then forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it Huh, take the train Take the train, take the train Can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm Cause I get down, cause I get down, cause I get down [Verse 2: Kid Creole] Ladies who don't know my name And you fellas who don't know my game Yes I'm called the prnce of soul But others call me the Kid Creole The mc delight, young ladies bite When I'm on the mike and I rock the house right I'm the dedicated prince, heart of solid gold Rockin to the rhythm while I'm playing the role A cool calm customer, the master plan It takes a s**er's man to try to jump my hand And the things I do and what I say Affect a lot of people in the strangest way Makes them clap their hands and say 'all right' Creole to the broad daylight Mr. Ness, my mellow, what he look like With ya on the mike [Verse 3: Mr. Ness] Let's rock y'all, a let's rock the house Because the Furious Five are gonna turn it out So young ladies, if you think ya heard You heard the best rap, you heard the best word Yes, it's true that we gotta fuss Because it can't be the best unless it came from us There's five of us and we take no stuff We coming through the city, we coming through rough We number one ain't nothin' you can do And if you wanna get down we'll rock you too So free-formin y'all, ya don't stop Come on, come on and let me see 'a rock rock Cowboy, they say you're from the bronx So why don't you rock the beat and add a little spunk [Verse 4: Cowboy] Yes yes, y'all and ya don't stop Come on fly girls, I wanna hit the top I am the c-o-w-b-o-y Why the man so bad that ya deny You better watch your woman cause I'll tell you why Cause I'm Cowboy, I might give her a try They call me Keith Keith The young ladies' relief Know as the man of romance to make you dance Can any of you ladies stand a chance? I'm Cowboy and I'm shockin the house Ya say, ya say 1, 2, 1 more is 3 And Melle Mel, come on, whatcha got for me? [Verse 5: Melle Mel] To the hip hop, a hip hop, a don't stop, don't stop that body rock Just get off your seat, get ready to clap Because Melle Mel is starting here to rap Ever since the time at my very first party I felt I could make myself somebody It was something in my heart from the very start I could see myself at the top of the chart Rapping on the mic, making cold cold cash With a jockey spinnin for me called DJ Flash Signing autographs for the the young and old Wearing big time silver and solid gold My name on the radio and in the magazine My picture on the TV screen It's ain't like that yet, but -huh- you'll see I got potential and you will agree I'm coming up and I got a step above the rest Cause I'm using the ladder they call success You say 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 Rap like hell and make it sound like heaven A 7-6-5-4-3-2-1 come on Rahiem come and get some [Verse 6: Rahiem] Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, come on, come on, huh I wanna hit the top I'm the one of a kind, the man supreme I know I'm in all the ladies' dreams I'm the r-a-h and the i-e-m I put a wiggle in your bu*t if a tell me when I'm a son of a gun with a hell of a fire Got to mess around and take ya all higher My clientele climb the great big boost I'm the give it up and turn it loose, huh All you fly girls that don't know my game Come up and talk to me and we'll tell you all the same When ya wake up in the night in a hell of a dream You know ya been possessed by the voice of Rahiem In all the ladies' dreams [Verse 7: Melle Mel] And makin' more currency than any mc And if the dream will turn to reality And Melle Mel'll be makin' money Mr. Ness, make makin' money Rahiem, makin' money Cowboy , make makin' money Creole, makin' money DJ Flash, make makin' money Hit it [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 8: ?] Take your time and you will agree That Black Door got good security So when you walk through the door, just do me a favor Be sure to be on your best behavior Young man, what do you wanna do When the party is through And a lady wanna go home with you You search your pocket, ya soon aware That you don't have enough for cab fare So you say to yourself what a mistake you made Your heart start pumpin' right on Kool-Aid When she walks to you and starts to say 'Call one-double-o' get down with o.j And you pave the way.... Young ladies a lot, young ladies galore, young ladies, we do adore