Kool Moe Dee - Battle w/Busy Bee (Harlem World, 1981) lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool Moe Dee] One for the treble, two for the ba** C'mon Easy Lee and let's rock the place! One, two, one, two Do what you do, now! Hold on, Busy Bee, I don't mean to be bold But put that “ba-ditty-ba” bullsh** on hold We gonna get right down to the nitty-grit Gonna tell you little somethin' why you ain't sh** It ain't a emcee's jock that you don't hug You even bit your name from the “Lovebug” And now to bite a n***a's name, that's some low-down sh** If you was money, man, you'd be counterfeit I gotta give it you, though, you can rock But everybody know you're on the Furious' jock And I remember, Busy, from the olden-times When my man, Spoonie G, used to sell you rhymes Remember that rhyme called, “Ditty-Ba-Ditty”? Man, goddamn, that sh** was a pity! Too hot to trot, here to rock a spot Spoonie G rocked it whether you like it or not He begged for the rhyme, asks for it twice He says, “Spoonie G, I'll buy at any price!” When Spoonie finally sold it, oh, what a relief Busy B stole it like a f**in' thief Came out rockin', the party hard Got everybody thinkin' that sh**-sound's yours! Every time I hear it, I throw a fit Party after party – the same old sh**! Record after record, rhyme after rhyme Always want to know your zodiac sign He changed the sh** to the favorite jeans C'mon, Busy Bee, tell me what that means Hold on, brother man, don't you say nothing I'm not finished yet, I gotta tell you something Too hot to trot, I'm here to rock the spot I'm gonna rock your a** whether you like it or not I'll take the title right here on the spot How can I take a title you ain't got? You're not number one, you're not even the best And you can't win no real emcee contest Celebrity clubs and bullsh** like those Those the kind of shows everybody knows Celebrity clubs, those are the kind you can win They're all set up before he comes in But in a battle like this, you'd know you'd lose Between me and you, who do you think they'll choose? Well, if you think it's you, I got bad news ‘cause when you hear your name, you're gonna hear some boos ‘cause you're fakin' the funk, ‘cause you're fakin' the funk And at the end of this rock, you can call me unc-le Mo Dee rock shock the house Call me unc-le Rock the house, y'all Like this y'all, a-like this y'all Like this-a-this, it's like this y'all [Verse 2: Kool MoeDee] Now you popcorn-peanut-toy emcees Never ever ever heard no rhymes likes these ‘cause my intent, from the time I sent Is to say those rhymes that I invent And for your pleasure, a rhyme you'll treasure Please don't try ‘cause you can't measure The length of time can't touch the rhyme Hip hop don't stop, ‘cause you know I'm An MC supreme and I'm one-of-a-kind And if you search real hard, I'm sure you'll find Ain't another MC who can rhyme like this Not your mother or your father, aunt, brother, or your sis Sit back and enjoy, don't try to fight ‘cause it's very hard to say any rhyme I write But do it like this, do it like that Concentrate real hard and get the rhyme down pat And no matter how hard you try, you'll see You'll get your mind into mine and can't say it like me But you wanna be – Busy wanna-be! Cause you know he wanna be another Kool Moe Dee So let's all chant, because you know you can't Everybody salute to the new MC champ It's like this y'all, like this y'all Like this-a-this, it's like this y'all [Verse 3: Kool Moe Dee] Now that “ba-ditty-ba-da-dang-da-dang-dang” Sound pretty good, but it ain't no thang I'm the super scooper, party pooper Man with all the super-duper Disco breaks, have what it takes A man who never makes mistakes Can rap it low, I'm not a bore Baddest man you ever saw Money-makin', earthquakin' Man-who-gets-the-party-shakin' [LA Sunshine] No complication, stimulation Man-who's-gonna-rock-the-nation Rhyme, rhyme, battle time My opponent: he's all mine I'm not the baddest, not the maddest When I win I am the gladdest No beginner, not a sinner On the mic I'm just a winner [Kool Moe Dee] Very, very, very, very Every time I bust a cherry Oh my god, it's fame and glory Thought I'd never tell this story Only time I'm from the mic Because it's something that I like To rea**ure, the rhymes are low I always keep some s** in store [LA Sunshine] The baddest bad, superbad Never sad, always glad Rhymer that you'd rather have If you [?] you never had Sleek, sleek so unique Guaranteed to move your feet So ladies, I'm without a doubt Guaranteed to turn it out [Kool Moe Dee] Remember me, MC Moe Dee The man that's at the T-O-P And ladies' dream the way it seems When they see me, their eyes are gleamin' I'm so shocking when I'm rocking Bound to get your fingers popping Have no doubt, I turn I tout ‘Cause that's a party's all about [LA Sunshine] [?] right on through it I don't need no disco fluid [Kool Moe Dee] Ball-playing, girl-laying On the mic, a rhyme-saying MC who rock viciously Satisfaction guaranteed Or you get your money back Believe me, girl, it's not the whack Treach-er-ous Three, as you can see Special K, Sunshine, and I'm Kool Moe Dee Signing off y'all, signing off y'all From the South to the West to the East to the North Busy Bee, my man, you know I went off! A-Chill out, chill-a-chill out, chill on out Chill out, chill-a-chill out, chill on out Busy Bee! Busy Bee, Busy Bee Busy Bee Starski, I'm Kool Moe Dee The best MC and that's my trophy! Chill out, chill-a-chill out, chill on out Chill out, chill-a-chill out, chill on out [LA Sunshine] And I just want all of y'all to know That's why I'm on his dick! That's why I'm on Moe Dee's dick!