Lyrics
Alright, he's scratching it right now
Cuttin' the record back and forth against the needle
Back and forth, back and forth, makin' it scratch
But let me tell you somthing
Don't try it at home with your dad's stereo
Only under hip-hop supervision, alright
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up
And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in
And then I turn it out, got the body-rockin' sound
And you know I'm gonna get down
Eat a Scooby snack and take a disco nap
Well, then I'm shoppin' at Sears 'cause I don't buy at The Gap
I'm sending this one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations (yeah, yeah)
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
Tryin' to put what I feel into word and rhymes
I've got a feeling comin' on, I've got to make some shit
A little something stupid for the twisted and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right to left and I'm death-defying
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Spin my fortune on a wheel like Sajak
Here's the payback, keep going strong like since the way back
I try to be myself but I lose track
Because the shit gets complicated, now I've got to get back
As we learn to breed love for one another
In these times of melding cultures
I give respect for what's been borrowed and lent
I know this music comes down from African descent
'Cause I don't need a magic potion
Let me talk about back field in motion
My girls got cheeks for weeks and I'm happy
You know I'm a sneak like my old grand pappy
Well, I gotta give thanks to my man, Archie Sheep
For staying true to inspiration 'cause I don't half-step
So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
And then I talk to the people like Les McCann
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
Alright hear this
I ask god for a rhyme or two
A little something for the wise as well as the fool
A little something to affect a little taste of change
For the together and strong, as well as the deranged
Because I'll do you right like Bobby Knight
And then I'm rappin' on the mic to the Broadway light
Stomp my hands, I clap my feet and
I'm bugging off Yusef Lateef
I got a match to my ass and I'm-a keep it lit
Well, then I need to get some cash, call my accountant Britt
Because I'm rushing 'round town, taking care of my functions
Always got one more thing so forget about the function
We create this world and the problems go on
Create our lives and the things that go wrong
So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen
To what it is you want and for what you're wishing
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
