Kurtis Blow — Still on the Scene

[Verse 1] Still on the scene after all these years Like a pioneer, I conquer new frontiers I'm the king and I'm back and I sing and I act I do my thing, I'm not wack (is that a fact?) You know it's true, I wouldn't lie to you And if you won't take my word, give my career a review I've done shows all over the globe And when I'm home off tour I'm maxing my red robe Sit back and watch cable, put my feet in the table Collecting royalty checks from my record label So you see I've been around and I'm still down And I'll always hold the crown, I'm the king on the scene [Verse 2] I've been on the scene since rap began As a participant and not a fan I'm respected to the utmost cause it got [?] Rappers don't have the style Well most of them are good [?] But I made my first jam before some of them were born I'm the Kurtis Blow the pro, in rap my [?] Got enough rhymes in my head to rock from night To day and on til the afternoon And you'll swoon when the tuned [?] So you'll know who I am and what I'm about And you'll have no doubt why I'm still on the scene [Verse 3] When you address me say your majesty And all my subjects bow down to me Am I the king? (You're the king) Am I the king? (You're the king) Full grown and on my own and I sit in the throne Talking on the telephone eating ice cream cones Am I the king? (You're the king) Am I the king? (You're the king) I'm a lion and I'm trying my best to chill But if y'all keep dissing, I'm forced to ill Am I the king? (You're the king) Am I the king? (You're the king) When it's time to throw down I tilt my crown And people gather around just to hear how I sound Cause I'm the king (You're the king) Cause I'm the king (You're the king) And I'mma stay on the scene [Verse 4] I'm a [?] and people say things like I can't compete cause you're unique when you speak on the mic But I'm not modest, it's true that I'm an artist I don't think that I'm hardest but what keeps me apart is Not only clarity but my vocabulary Born with the gift of the gab and I'm very Much proud of the poems that I give birth to And duck MC's to me ain't worth two cents Before I'll let 'em mess up my day I just keep on saying what I have to say, ok? To make you rock is my main objective I write my rhymes among collected [?] [?] [?] [?] So cool I'll make you drool you wanna tell My mom and dad as I [?] You think I am but they know because they had Me in New York twenty six years ago And my mom said when I was an embryo She heard peculiar sounds and I was moving around And when I made my way out, I was about seven pounds Learned to use my lungs when I was young Then I [?] on the lip from the tip of my tongue And what's hard, I make sound easy because I'm too [?] With the rhyme I'll make you have a good time And I will fullfil your need, be it mental or erotic When splurging like the Virgin Isles, I'm exotic I'm professional and my profession pays I'm Kurtis Blow and I'll always be the king on the scene