Curtis Fisher - MC Delight lyrics

[Ad lib] The following record will not be heard so that we may bring you this special report [Sammy Ad lib] Sha-boing-boing Hey you cats this is me, Sammy And I'm here with my man One of the most happening cats In hip-hop history, man I mean Grand Master Caz You know what I mean Hey Caz I hear you're doing a record Because that guy, Big Bank ripped off your rhyme for "Rappers Delight" I'm with ya, babe Let'em have it [Verse One] I'll break your hip Make you hop To the hippy hospital Ya slip Make you stop Crash your crib [?] Cha-bang with a bang Cause Mark is picking boogies Spinning rhythm while you boogie to beat You like what you hear This is not a test I'm emceeing to the beat And me, myself and I Ain't got to try to move your feet It's automatic See I am Grand Master Caz And I'd like to say hello To the kids To Heather and Jeron To Mel, Julie Brown Bianca, Michael and Mojo My kids Ain't gotta Gang bang To boogie witcha booty Cause Pops makes ya boogie To the gang bang boogie Let's rock And don't stop Cause I'm the n***a that'll make your party rock Well so far I know you like my voice I didn't bring no friends along I can handle this one all by myself Now, hear the way some things go on Ya heard me? [Chorus] Grandmaster, Grandmaster I'm the Grandmaster with the three emcees Grandmaster, Grandmaster Who put this thing together? Me, that's who Grandmaster, Grandmaster I'm the Grandmaster with the three emcees Grandmaster, Grandmaster Who put this thing together? Me, that's who [Verse Two] I'm the C-a-s-n the o-v-a And the rest is f-l-y The cat who bit this rhyme was my manager Pure treason I'll tell ya why Cause he's six foot one Two tons of bum And can't dress to a tee He ain't got no clothes, much less no hoes And ain't even no emcee No body guards and no two cars A Lincoln and a Cadillac He sung about it in song Well, them sh**s is gone And my money probably paid for that See When I was in high school He did some sh** uncool That was really off the wall He made a deal with the Sugar Hill Gang to rap And weeks later gave me a call He said, I need some rhymes to rock off "Good Times" I said, Why? You ain't no emcee He said these people in Jersey got two for the game They need a third so they picked me I gave it to him thinking Check books, credit cards, more money Then a s**er could ever spend But he never gave a n***a a god damn dime And was supposed to be my friend It ain't over though [Chorus] I ain't know what to do I ain't know I could sue Cause nobody ever told me so And I pretty much put the thing out of my mind Until I heard it on the radio Had every station playing Hip hop to the hippy, to the hippy People running up to me on the street Saying we heard your rhymes on the radio They robbed you and that "Good Times" beat Now would have been all right Had I copyright [?] Or lawyer knew my steez So I deaded Big Bank Forgot "Rappers Delight" And did what I had to do for me I been known to flip a bird Twenty four is preferred I write'em word for word Taken shaken Not stirred Not first or third But at the head of the heard Like a bull in a China shop Every line I drop Hit like a brick With mad ba** in it I'm one of the facts so start facing it Parker gave me the track and I'm lacing it If my sh**'s wack I'm erasing it Replacing it With something hotter Because a lot of [?] Cats from lat to Bambaataa [?] Jay-Z to Dota Rock is listening So we gotta be roll Gotta be more If it's Cold Crush Then it's gotta be four Grandmaster with the three emcees Peace to all the wanna be G emcees I'm looking for thee only emcees Who keep it real And still write their rhymes Ya heard It was a while ago But I couldn't let go Until I've had my say And as for me I'm company VP Jazz Child Single on the way Ya heard Still bad Lethal with a pen and a pad Ain't nothing change as God as my witness Except for the fact it ain't personal no more It's strictly business Cause I'm the [Chorus] [Sammy Ad lib]