Rappin Blow (Part 2)

I see that its not clear

For you good buddy so clean out your ears

So listen very closely while I pop my game

Cause my name's in the Hall of Fame

The K-U-R, the T-I-S

The first is the best I must confess

The B-L-O and the W

Makes you wanna catch the boogaloo flu

Now, If your name is Annie

Get up off your fannie

If your name is Clyde

Get off your backside

If you name is Pete

You don't need a seat

Cause i'm Kurtis Blow and i'm on the go

I'm rocking to the beat in stere-ery-ooh!

Now just throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if your ready like Freddie to rock real steady

Somebody say, "Oh yeah!"

Young ladies, all the ladies in the house say, "Owww"

And you don't stop, come on, come on, come on, let me see you rock

Ah get down and stop messing around

When Kurtis Blow is in your town

I'm Kurtis Blow on the microphone

A place called Harlem was my home

I was rocking one day, it started to shake

It sound to me a-like a earthquake

I packed my bags, I said goodbye

I kissed my woman, and I started to fly

I came to Earth by a meteorite

To rock you all on the mic

So just kick off your shoes, let your fingers pop

Kurtis Blow's just about ready to rock

Now people in the back, if you're not too whack, say:

"Don't stop the body rock!"

People in the front, if you want to bump, say:

"Don't stop the body rock!"

People in the middle, if you want to wiggle, say:

"Don't stop the body rock!"

And people on the side, if you want to slide, say:

"Don't stop the body rock!"

Now a preacher or a teacher or a e-lec-tri-cian

A fighter, or a writer, or a po-li-ti-cian

The man with the key to your ignition

Kurtis Blow is competition

Young ladies, shock the house