Rapper’s Delight

I said a hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin'
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
A-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 thе boogie to the bang-bang boogie
Lеt's rock, you don't stop

Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice, a-but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank, come on, Hank, sing that song

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a tee
You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall
I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball
Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money a-than a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again

Everybody go, hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some — 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

A Master Gee, a my mellow?
It's on you, so what you gonna do?

Well, it's on and on and on, on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G to the 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 the foxy ladies and pretty girls
I'm going down in history
As the baddest rapper that ever could be
And now I'm feeling the highs, you're feeling the lows

The beat starts getting into your toes
You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet
You're moving your body and you move in your seat
I said—, you start doing the freak
I said—, a-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 MCs for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same