Rapper's Delight (Long Version)

I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E

I said I go by the unforgettable name

Of the man they call the Master Gee

Well, my name is known all over the world

By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls

I'm goin' down in history

As the baddest rapper there ever could be

Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows

The beat starts gettin' into your toes

You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet

And you're movin' your body while you're sitting in your seat

And then damn, ya start doin' the freak

I said, bam, right outta your seat

Then ya throw your hands high in the air

Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere

Ya rocking to the beat without a care

With the sure-shot m.C.s for the affair

Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang

But I rap to the beat just the same

I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes

All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize

Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on

Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie

Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop

Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got

I guess by now you can take a hunch

And find that I am the baby of the bunch

But that's okay, I still keep in stride

'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind

Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-and-on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on

Rock, rock, y'all, throw it on the floor

I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there

I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere

'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind

I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said

One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor

A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got

'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock

I said one, two, three, four

Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?

Said-a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie

The hip hip hop and you don't stop rockin'

To the bang-bang, the boogie, say up jump the boogie

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

A skiddleebebop, we rock, a scooby doo

And guess what, America? We love you

'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul

You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old

I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast

But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast

Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba

Baby Bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang, the boogie

To the beat, beat, it's so unique

Come on everybody and dance to the beat

Hip hop, the hippie, the hippie

To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop

Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang

The boogie, to the boogie, the beat

I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week

When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat

And attempt to raise your body heat

Just blow your mind so that you can't speak

And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet

And let it change up to a dance called The Freak

And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat

Rest a little while so ya don't get weak

I know a man named Hank

He has more rhymes than a serious bank

So come on Hank sing that song

To the rhythm of the boogie, the bang-bang, the bong

Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp

The women fight for my delight

But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs

That shock the house for the young ladies

And when you come inside, into the front

You do the Freak, Spank, and do the Bump

And when the sucker MC's try to prove a point

We're treacherous trio with a serious joint

From sun to sun and from day to day

I sit down and write a brand new rhyme

Because they say that miracles never cease

I've created a devastating masterpiece

I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist

Everybody, I say it goes like this

Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon

Reporter stopped me for an interview

She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables

That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable

This young reporter I did adore

So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before

She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you

The Casanova legend must have been true"

I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"

Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"

"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can

Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"

I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose

Flyin' through the air in pantyhose

He may be very sexy, or even cute

But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit"

I said, "You need a man who has got finesse

And his whole name across his chest

He may be able to fly all through the night

But can he rock a party 'til the early light?

He can't satisfy you with his little worm

But I can bust you out with my super sperm"

I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it

And I'm here and I'm there, I'm Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere

Just throw your hands up in the air

And party harder like you just don't care

Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick tock, y'all, you don't stop

A-go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)

Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'

Drive off in a def OJ

Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"

You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend

I say skip, dive, what can I say?

I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ

So I just take half and bust 'em out

I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house

It was twelve o'clock one Friday night

I was rocking to the beat, feeling all right

Everybody was dancing on the floor

Doing all the things they never did before

And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean

She came into the party, she came into the scene

As she traveled deeper inside the room

All the fellas checked out her white Sasson

She came up to the table, looked into my eyes

Then she turned around and shook her behind

So I said to myself, its time for me to release

My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece

And now people in the house this is just for you

A little rap to make you boogaloo

Now the group ya hear is called Phase 2

And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew

Once a week we're on the street

Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak

For you to party, got to have the move

So we'll get right down and give you a groove

For you to dance you gotta get hype

So we'll get right down and make you rock

Now system's on and the girls are there

Ya definitely have a rocking affair

But let me tell ya something there's still one fact

That to have a party, got to have a rap

So when the party's over, you're making it home

And trying to sleep before the break of dawn

And while ya sleeping ya start to dream

And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene

Our name appears in your mind

Yeah, a name you know that was right on time

It was Phase 2 just a doing a do

Rocking ya down 'cause ya know we could

To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak

Come alive girls get on your feet

To the rhythm of the beat, to the beat, the beat

To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak

To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on

On and on until the break of dawn

Now I got a man coming on right now

He's guaranteed to throw down

He goes by the name of Wonder Mike

Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like

I said a can of beer that's sweeter than honey

Like a millionaire that has no money

Like a rainy day that is not wet

Like a gambling fiend that does not bet

Like Dracula without his fangs

Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang

Like collard greens that don't taste good

Like a tree that's not made out of wood

Like going up and not coming down

Is just like the beat without the sound no sound

To the beat beat, ya do the freak

Everybody just rock and dance to the beat

Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat

And the food just ain't no good?

I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed

And the chicken tastes like wood

So you try to play it off like you think you can

By saying that you're full

And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite

He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull"

So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie

And you say that you already ate

And your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food"

So he piles some more on your plate

While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'

Of the moment that it's time to leave

And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'

Into something that looks like cheese

Oh, so you say, "That's it, I gotta leave this place

I don't care what these people think

I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous

With this ugly food that stinks"

So you bust out the door while it's still closed

Still sick from the food you ate

And then you run to the store for quick relief

From a bottle of Kaopectate

And then you call your friend two weeks later

To see how he has been

And he says, "I understand about the food

Baby Bubba, but we're still friends"

With a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie

The hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'

To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

I say Hank can ya rock?

Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?

Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?

I said come on, make, make the people move

I go to the halls and then ring the bell

Because I am the man with the clientele

And if ya ask me why I rock so well

I'm Big Bank, I got clientele

And from the time I was only six years old

I never forgot what I was told

It was the best advice that I ever had

It came from my wise dear old dad

He said, "Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you

And don't say a word until I'm through

Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry

A time to live and a time to die

A time to break and a time to chill

To act civilized or act real ill

But whatever ya do in your lifetime

Ya never let a MC steal your rhyme"

So from '66 'til this very day

I'll always remember what he had to say

So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style

I let them know that I'm versatile

I got style finesse and a little black book

That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look

But the thing that separates you from me

And that is called originality

Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard

I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word

And I say a little more later on tonight

So the sucker MCs can bite all night

A-tick-a-tock y'all, a-beat-beat y'all

A-let-s rock y'all ya don't stop

A-go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)

Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'

Drive off in a def OJ

Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"

You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends

A like that y'all, to the beat y'all

Beat-beat y'all, ya don't stop

A-master Gee, my mellow

It's on you so whatcha gonna do?

Well like Johnny Carson on the Late Show

A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo

Well, like the Bar-Kays singing "Holy Ghost"

The sounds to throw down, they're played the most

Just like my man Captain Sky

Whose name he earned with his super sperm

We rock and we don't stop

Get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got

To the beat that makes you freak

And come alive, girl, get on your feet

A-like a Perry Mason without a case

Like Farrah Fawcett without her face

Like the Bar-Kays on the mic

Like getting right down for you tonight

Like moving your body so ya don't know how

Right to the rhythm and throw down

Like coming alive to the Master Gee

The brother who rocks so viciously

I said the age of one my life begun

At the age of two I was doing the do

At the age of three it was you and me

Rocking to the sounds of the Master Gee

At the age of four I was on the floor

Giving all the freaks what they bargained for

At the age of five I didn't take no jive

With the Master Gee it's all the way live

At the age of six I was a picking up sticks

Rapping to the beat my stick was fixed

At the age of seven I was rocking in Heaven

Dontcha know I went off?

I got right on down to the beat, you see

Getting right on down making all the girls

Just take off their clothes to the beat the beat

To the double beat beat that makes you freak

At the age of eight I was really great

'Cause every night you see I had a date

At the age of nine I was right on time

'Cause every night I had a party rhyme

Going on and on and on on and on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on

Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop

Going, going, on-and-and-on and don't you dare stop

A-rock, rock y'all, give me what ya got

'Cause I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mike

And I am the definite feast delight

I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mike

I am the definite feast delight

They call me the Master Gee, you see

The brother who rocks so viciously

I'm gonna move you here, I'm gonna move you there

I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere

'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind

I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind

Said you done rock it to the East, you're moving to the West

Moving to the middle of love, that's the best

Master Gee is gettin' on, takin' all the girls