Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew — All the Way to Heaven

[Intro] Rap, these are the prime years And we are the members of The Get Fresh Crew On a lifetime mission to explore new beats and new cuts To take rap music beyond a point that no other rapper has ever thought about before You know why? (Why!) Ask me why (Why!) We on a mission! [Chorus] All the way to heaven, seventh heaven All the way to heaven, all the, all the, all the All the way to heaven, seventh heaven All the way to heaven, oh [Verse 1] N-n-n-now my name is Doug E. Fresh and I love to perform And, you know I got to have my Ballys on But a new corporation around the block Did not want (thing!) they did not want Th-th-they did not want The Get Fresh Crew to rock Because-a once we're together we can't be stopped And the talent to rock it is what we've got And people want us to break up, but we cannot People want us to break up, but we cannot To the tippy-tippy top ([?]) What up! (What up!) What up! We on a mission! [Chorus] All the way to heaven, seventh heaven All the way to heaven, all the, all the, all the All the way to heaven, seventh heaven All the way to heaven, oh [Verse 2] Now this will be the first time in history A rap song is dedicated to G-O-D And it's highly advanced, to make you dance And if you're doing what I'm doing [?] it's about to [?] Achoo! (God bless you!) God bless you too! Now tell me who wanna rock with The Get Fresh Crew? (Me too!) Cool! When I ask this question people came to the mall As if we had applications for some of [?] (Excuse me Doug E. Fresh, someone to see you named Bob) Bob? (Yes Bob!) He drive that all-white Saab? (Well) Tell him to him wait, I'm havin' lunch, I'm eatin' corn on the cob! Now break! Hold up! Stop! My mistake, I made the beatbox break! (Hit it!) [Beatboxing] Uhh, excuse me, what is your name again? [Verse 3] The entertainer Doug E. Fresh is my claim to fame But not too many people know the meaning of the name Before I go, we're gonna let you see My name and per-son-al-i-ty D! "D" for dedication O! "O" is for our U! The "U" is for unique and the G! "G" is for God The "E" is ever so, and by now you guessed That you can't spell Doug E. without the Fresh! Human beatbox, rhyming specialist Goin' for more and never settle for less In the morning I brush my teeth with Crest Until the cleaners, they get my Fila pressed Because that's the way I dress (What!) Yes! Ain't nothin' to it, but to do it (Why's it gotta be you Doug!) Somebody gotta do it On and on until the breaks of dawn And you know Get Fresh won't steer you wrong You keep on until the breaks of day (And-a) To try to understand what we say, okay Now through strains and struggles, I made a vow I put my hand on the bible and I said "Thou Shalt always rock thee microphone" With partners, friends, and if so, alone And preach and preach, and through music I'll teach Any group, company, posse or each Person, personnel, and personally Messages from God that's sent through me 'Cause I'm just like Moses, no one knows this The way I dress and my lifestyle shows this To be true God made things in two With Chill Will and Barry Bee are The Get Fresh Crew Say what, say what, say what Say what, say what, say what Say what, say what, say what Say what, say what, say what Say what, say what, say what [Chorus] All the way to heaven, seventh heaven All the way to heaven, all the, all the, all the All the way to heaven, seventh heaven All the way to heaven, oh