Kurtis Blow — Street Rock

Kurtis Blow, Bob Dylan [Intro] I've indulged in higher knowledge, took scan of encyclopedia Keeping constant research of our reports in news media Kids starve in Ethiopia and we are gettin' greedier The rich are gettin' richer and the needy's gettin' needier (Rock!) (The streets!) (Rock!) (The streets!) (Rock!) (The streets!) (Rock!) (The streets!) Yes, yes, y'all I'm the best y'all Yes, yes, y'all I'm the best y'all [Verse 1] Introducing to you, from the music affair You all prayed for a change so revelation is here, ha The battle of crusades and the Vietnam War Was only a start so now get ready for more We've been dancing on the streets upon stumbling blocks But now Bill Black's here to put it all to a stop Enthusiasm's your tuition, to listen's your ambition To rock the streets and funky beats is Bill Black's mission Creating funky beats that will cure the ill Here's a prescription for you, so go ahead, rip up your will Because he's the terminator, dead body cremator Intimating thugs who thought their cuts were greater He's the father of soul committing you to his goal With Kurtis Blow by his side, I will roll And when it comes to rap, you better pay your respect 'Cause I'm a [?] project Some call me Al Capone of eighties, Romeo of ladies Interpretates obfuscated rhymes to babies Expand the minds of young through books from libraries And teachin' them actual facts and not fairies Don't ask me to produce it, I refuse to induce it And knowledge of my rhymes, said when you [?] use it [?] lock, all of my triggers are cocked And if you make the wrong move, consider your street rocked They held a gun to our head 'til we were moved to the top [?] and you got shot I can't take it no more, I'm not going for short Because I'm more qualified for a better resort I've been pushed, shoved, just a bit too much Now my fist is balled tight and my teeth are clutched I'm mad as hell, going to explode When you're hit by the debris don't say that you weren't told You tried to bend my ego and break my pride Caused me to let out everything I used to hold inside You see, you stole my title, you thought I was hurt Now I'm mad as hell bustin' out of my shirt I just popped the chains and crashed out of the cage Now I'm a stark-raving lunatic on the rampage Got a mic in my palm, a 12-gauge in my arm The fire's already lit, too late to pull the alarm You want to back out now when you was winning it last Now I'm gonna make you feel my wrath, feel it! [Verse 2] We [?] choice of our weapons and you chose the knife You called me foolish then you laughed when I chose the mic Go ahead and sharpen your blade while I plug in the cord Goddamn, I proved the tongue is mightier than the sword Man, your game is through and your goose is cooked 'Cause I can read your mind, it's like a open book And your every move is in my control And you know I'm the winner deep down in your soul But you wanna play stubborn, that's why I'm pissed And now it's time for your face to get dissed You held me down for too long, now I'm calling your bluff Streets need to be rocked, they need to be rocked tough The streets have called my name for years, but now that I'm found Here is the ultimate chain to the hip-hop sound The duplicated, complicated, arranged so I can state it With modern-day technology, computer: isolate it Just me and Bill Black cold rockin' the street And pulling up the ground with the ultimate beat You better not stand still, get a move to that butt Don't need to spin on your head, do a casual strut Go move your body to a sound, [?] down With the bass drum you can hear for miles around We got our rap down pat and the beat by Black A little scratchin' on the side with a fresh handclap Turn the volume up loud, put the push in the bass Guarantee we're gonna turn out the place But if still seems like you can't party and your feet won't jump Or in case you don't know how to dance to any kind of junk Your body moves side to side, then front to back That's the way your body moves to a beat by Black 'Cause it's the rhythm that he's given, you gotta go with him Regardless of your race, creed, color or religion Come on, join in the fun, I want you all to get some Just as long as you can keep up with the pace of the drum The funky fresh will make you feel it, no longer we conceal it The beat has been on hold too long and now we must reveal it Don't stand in our way, no longer can we be stopped I'm tired of this mess, Black, I want these streets rocked! [Guitar solo] [Chorus] I've indulged in higher knowledge, took scan of encyclopedia And keeping constant research of our reports in news media Kids starve in Ethiopia and we are gettin' greedier The rich are gettin' richer and the needy's gettin' needier [Verse 3] But all we do is talk about hunger and strife Tell me what did you to perfect your life? You hang on street corners, juggle reputation and game When you're dead or in jail there's no one that you can blame Because you're the instigator, family separator Your friends don't even wanna be bothered 'cause you're a traitor But I'm not tryna talk you off of that street corner 'Cause a man won't do what a man don't wanna But summer's around, I think you better beware Of a happening that occurs this time of the year It's a thumpin' that beats deep down in your heart It's a craving that can even rip your soul apart And it's the urge that raves throughout the street Make everyone jump wild and lose control of their feet Something that beams through the rain, through the sun and the sky It's microscopic, it cannot be seen by your naked eye Unconscious thought, taking control of your body Now you ought to be jumpin' at a jam packed party With your big butt shakin', I know it shows You lose control of your head, arms, legs and your toes You got your beat box blastin', and now you're in shock Because the ground beneath your feet has all crumbled to rock You take control of yourself, soon as the music stops And realize you've been hit by the beat of Street Rock! [Outro] (Rock!) The rich are gettin' richer (The streets!) The rich are gettin' richer (Rock!) Kids starve in Ethiopia and we are gettin' greedier (The streets!) (Rock!) (The streets!) Kids starve in Ethiopia (Rock!) (The streets!) The rich are gettin' richer The rich are gettin' richer (Rock!) I've indulged in higher knowledge (The streets!) The rich are gettin' richer