World Class - World Class Wreckin Cru

We call him Yella, he is the best

He rocks the house on the DMX

When he’s on the beatbox, he cannot miss

So listen to the beat, as he rocks like this…

Verse One:

Yes, Yella is his name, and he’s created

The big beat sound, so devastated

Party people in the place, you beware of the shock

Cos Yella (Yella) Yella is on the beatbox, huh!

Verse Two:

To feel the beat, it’s time for you

To rock with the devastatin' Wreckin Cru

You got snare, hi-hat and bass in your face

So come on Yella boy, let’s wreck this place, huh!

Verse Three:

The headlines read «We are in Town»

The World Class Cru is gonna throw down

We are here, and here to stay

And we came to raise hell, and not to play

As we grow stronger, you get weaker

Sucker MC put your ear to the speaker

There is no doubt that we are best

We don’t have to scratch just to make the beat fresh

The beat will blast and we’ll outlast

There is no other that’s in its class

It’s not a 808 or a Drum-u-lator

It’s a DMX and it is greater

It makes a sound that’s so unique

Huh!

To rock your butt and move your feet

Now sucker MC’s we will impress

Cos Yella (Yella) Yella on the DMX, huh-huh!

Breakdown!

Verse Four:

Party people in the place, we’re not through

We’re gonna show just what we’re gonna do So listen up close and don’t miss a word

Cos it is the hardest rap you ever heard

Like a blast from heaven, a blaze from hell

Who’s comin' on the mic?

Well, it’s Cli-n-tel

So sucker MC’s, you better beware

Cos I will be your next nightmare

Yes, I am fresh, the MC wizard

When it comes to cold raps, huh, I’m a blizzard

Well, I’m the genius, the mastermind

Super def creator of MC rhymes

So come a little closer and you will see

Who?

The Cli-n-tel's in the place to be Now comin' on the mic without delay

A little «Bom bom bom»… It’s Dr Dre

I’m the physician who’s gonna start dishin'

All them things that you’ve been missin'

If it’s for answers that you have been fishin'

Take a bite of this for your nutrition

I’m the real doctor, that is final

All you other suckers are made of vinyl

I won the election to issue injections

To who?

Sucker MC’s who wish for perfection

Next in line there’s Lonzo

Producer of the groove, grandmaster of the show

The head debater, there is none greater

Because he is the Cru’s creator

You put us all together, you’ve got the best

While Yella throws down on a DMX, huh-huh!