| Lyrics |
I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now
It’s all been leading up to this moment
All right now, right here
My whole life
We’ve got rhyme selection in a wide array
J’ai des bonbons pour vous, mangez
The party people scream “Oui oui c’est vrai!”
‘cause I got a remote for my bidet
A.D.R.O.C.K.
I use the microphone like Picasso used clay
Down with freckles from around the bay
Peace to Bambaataa and Jazzy Jay
I rock on the mic from here to Bombay
I give it my best to say come what may
‘Cause everybody’s got their dues to pay
I’m looking sideways like my man Pele
Getting’ on like Ali Boom ba yay
So fed up with racism today
Time to speak up and not turn away
Make the sun shine when it’s cloudy and gray
Dip dip dive, so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
I’m talking doody rhymes to a brand new height
I shine on the mic like UltraBite
Created a monster with these rhymes I write
Goatee metal rap please say goodnight
Now here’s a little song that you might not like
My DJ’s name is Mix Master Mike
It’s a real pity that you people gotta bite
But I can understand ‘cause he sounds so nice
Reading you the news ‘cause I’m Country Mike
Use a microphone like Shazaam uses tights
Try to keep clear of that hate and spite
So I keep my mind still like the still of night
Now who in the world do you want to fight
It’s against the system that we should unite
Homophobics ain’t alright
If you learn to love then you might love life
Dip dip dive, so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
Brining back that old New York Rap
Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts
So many billionaires while so many lack
So before the poor decides to react
Come on party people and share up your stack
Now, I’m a break it down to the brass tacks
Do the Biz Mark dance and the cabbage patch
You try to turn the key but you broke the latch
Sneak into my files for some rhymes to snatch
I’d like to have a say on the income tax
Don’t want to help build bombs and that’s the fact
No money for health care so what’s the catch
The man got you locked with no key to the latch
Mike and Adam have got my back
You bring the mic and we’ll bring the rap
Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack
Don’t smoke Cheeba, can’t stand crack
Dip dip dive, so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
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