Timebomb

(album: Yo! Bum Rush The Show - 1987)

Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out there

Yo, we gotta do something about that man
Yo, we gotta get stupid
Yo, we gotta let 'em know what time it is

You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
No matter who you are when I'm up to par
I betcha go hip hop hurray or hurrah
But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news
Pop your tape in put your car in cruise
I never heard the boos I never drank booze
Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique you sneak to peek
A look and then you know that we're never weak
I know you can't wait it's never too late
No fear I'm here and everything is straight
Cycles, cycles life runs in cycles
New is old no I'm not no psycho
The monkey on the back makes the best excel
The people in the crowd makes the best rock well
The people in the back lets you know who's whack
And those who lack the odds are stacked
The one who makes the money is white not black
You might not believe it but it is like that
When you come to my show watch me throw
Down with the other brothers toe to toe
When you make a move new not used
And watch the bro here just bust a groove
A fat lady soprano loads my ammo
Hear my jam with a funky piano
Easy on the wall but hard on the panel
A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels
In effect the crew's in check
Run by the posse with the gold around the neck
Homeboys in heat looking for sweet
Ladies in the crowd so they can meet
Somebody to body making a baby
Giving it to grandma an' making her crazy
I'm a MC protector U.S. defector
South African government wrecker
Panther power you can feel it in my arm
Lookout y'all I'm a timebomb
Ticking, tocking, all about rocking
Making much dollars while the crazy one's clocking
The rhythm to shake the house downy down
Bounce to the ounce is sound the crown
The man the enemy Public King no thing
All fall to the force of my swing
Like Ali Frazier Thriller in Manila
A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I
No need to lie got the Flavor Flave
To prove I'll win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up put your whole shack up
Just choose to lose the bet emcee stick up
This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's mine
One time let the star shine
And I'm telling you yelling at you you're through
Don't think you're grown cause your moustache grew
I'm number one you know it weighs a ton
And I'll be the burger you can be the bun, girl
Surrounding my steady pounding
Get on down to my funky sound
And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your mind
Rhythm roll two times control
The mauler and the caller of your doom
And when I'm ready to leave you're gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and rock
Then you'll that the D is on the block
Four times y'all and never ever the whack
It's the hour to the minute time to blow BLACK