Street Rock - Kurtis Blow

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

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 song 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!

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!

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

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!

(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