paroles de chanson 1977 - Dr. Octagon

Yeah, you're listening to the sounds from the Boogie Down Bronx
Kool Keith performing with Mean Jean Cordio the Grand Wizard
The Ill Brothers at the T Connection
Bust them flavors, more rap styles than Life Savors

Damage kids with suits with champagne and fake alligators
I'm for the repercussion, my style is bumrushin'
MC's get back that black brother sound wack
A bust a new style, grease your hair with NuNile

Do wrecks flex the Bronx fronters that step up next
New jacks can't rap, stomp your feet and make your hands clap
The kid is booboo, your screw up on the mic is doodoo
That's word to Mom Duke, you wack you get the boot

It's Casanova, Bronx Kid all over
Swift to shift top MC out to shoot the gift
Morisena Projects, my neighbors took your Rolex
You get action, talkin' loud, walkin' up in Jackson

My little cousin Bronx crew's about to move on you
Yeah, Patterson Projects is in the house
Webster's in the house, The Non is in the house
Melrose is in the house, Jackson, is in the house

Yeah, I come real deal rap style back like Holyfield
Check 'em at the door and watch crews with steel
With the L Brothers, we hittin' freaks undercovers
To the left side, you on the back door

I got a OJ ready, with pink whitewalls
Ah yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop the body rock
Cockblock my friends, you count tens in your Benz
Rappers know they toy, I blast your rhyme skill

Kid yo, step up like Elroy
You know the steelo, from New York to Puerto Rico
You'll tell me, bro, yeah, I'm Kool Keith chief
You been out two weeks

Don't try to ill 'cause you're plastic, no frill
Yeah, next week at the P A L
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
Battling Kool Herc and the Herculoids

Afrika Bambaata and the Mighty Zulu Nation
Soulsonic and Cosmic
Be there, two dollars before ten
With special guests, the Cold, Crush, Brothers