DJ Jazzy Jeff - My Buddy lyrics

[Fresh Prince] I'd like to know, are you really for some super-dynamite soul? Introducing the world's greatest entertainer The amazing Mr. Beat-Beat himself The hardest working beatbox in showbusiness Ready Rock! [RR] Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C [FP] Tell em your name, tell em your name [RR] Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C [FP] Ooh that was nice Ready [RR] Ready Rock, rrrrrrrrrrrrr Ready Rock [FP] Hey man, hold up man I think I wanna tell em a little about this man Aight break it down Ready, break it down [Fresh Prince] Please pay attention, to my rhyme So I can tell you all about this pal of mine He's my buddy, my best friend When it's a beat I need it's a beat he'll lend I wanna take time-out, to talk about him Cause frankly I don't know what I would do without him We work together like a medical crew When I'm backin Ready up {I'm backin Prince up too} Tryin to beat us, that doesn't make any sense He's Ready Rock C, and I'm the Fresh Prince In the rap industry we're ranked as first Ain't a better combination in the whole UNIVERSE So if you wanna battle your future looks muddy Cause you just can't beat my buddy Word, break it down break it down Ready We've won so many battles, people think it's a trick That when the crowd gets to judge it's US that they'll pick They see Ready's face and then they hear my voice To choose us as the winners is the natural choice Because battle after battle we remain on top Cause it's not the way we look, it's the way that we rock So if you thought you wanted to battle, bust this rhyme Just keep it and I'm sure that I can change your mind There was ten whack dudes tryin to play high post One crew got bold and they began to boast I said, "Y'all SHUT UP and get back in line" But they refused {what happened now?} So now there's nine Nine whack crews tryin to rock like this They were bitin my rhymes, they just couldn't resist I said please stop bitin, please don't imitate But they kept on bitin, so there's now there's eight Eight whack crews poppin big time trash Tellin us that in a battle we can't last The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven Was no longer eight crews (how many was there?) There was seven Seven whack crews in a football huddle Tryin to figure out their next rebu*tal They came out strong, you'd think they are the ultimate But we just dissed em and dismissed em, so now there's six Six whack crews, tryin to be tough Who the hell told em they could rock the mic like us? We got straight down to business didn't pop no jive We just {Whoosh} blew em out, so now there's five Five whack crews lined up in the hallway All perpetratin like they're read to play My secretary walked out, she asked for one more They got scared, and left, so now there's four Four whack crews outside playin around I said I'll take you all on, now how does that sound? Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic I said, "OK, I'll let you go, PSYCH!" That's the moral, of this story Never try to take me and Ready Rock's glory Cause if you do, your future looks muddy Cause you just can't beat me and my buddy Hahah, word, uhh Yeah, ay Ready Rock, hold up hold up hold up Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute What man what? C'mon man, man, I wonder, can, can I just interrupt the record for a second?