Rapper's Delight

I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip, hip hop, and you don't stop
The rock it to the bang, bang, boogie
Say up, jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now, what you hear is not a test, I'm rapping to the beat
And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
See, I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow

But first, I gotta bang, bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up, jump the boogie, to the bang, bang, boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock

Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank, come on, Hank, sing that song

Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MC's
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 emcees try to prove a point
We're treacherous trio, uh, with a serious joint

A 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 till you can't resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well I was coming home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for a interview

She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked a vicious rhyme 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 of 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
Flying 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's 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 till 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
An I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, uh, don't stop y'all, uh, tick a tock y'all, you don't stop

I go: Hotel, motel, what you gonna do today (say what?)
I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank and drive off in a Def OJ
Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
You see, if your girl starts acting 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 them out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house

I said M-A-S, a 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 going down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be

Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows
The beat starts getting into your toes
You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet
And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat

And then, damn, you start doing the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air
You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere

You're rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot MC'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
Singing on and on, and on, on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

Singing on, on and on, and on, on and on
Like a hot ready to pop, the pop, the pop, dibbie, dibbie
Pop, the pop, pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme what you 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

Singing on and on, and on, on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singing on and on, and on, on and on
Rock, rock, y'all get on the floor

I'm gonna freak ya 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 t-t-tickets in your behind

I said 1-2-3-4, come on, girls, get on the floor
Uh, come alive y'all, gimme what ya got
Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said 1-2-3-4, tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?

I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip, hip hop and you don't stop
The rock it to the bang, bang, boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Skiddlee, beebop, a we rock a Scooby Doo
And guess what, America: We love you
Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old

I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast
Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah
Baby bubbah, to the boogie, the bang, bang, the boogie
To the beat, beat, it's so unique
Come on, everybody, 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 are 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: Momma, he's just being polite
He ain't finished uh-uh, that's bull

So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie
And you say that you already ate
And your friend says: Man, there's plenty of food
So you pile some more on your plate

While the stinky food's steaming, your mind starts to dreaming
Of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rotting
Into something that looks like cheese

Oh, so you say: That's it, I got to leave this place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks

So you bust out the door while its 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, but bubbah, we're still friends

With the hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip, hip hop and you don't stop
The rock it to the bang, bang, boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat