Bad Mutha
(专辑: Kool Moe Dee - 1987)
Other MC's, I
want you to know If you ever wanna battle me, don't move slow Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I
got nowhere to go Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow We can throw (Bad self) Huh! When I
get busy, the
crowd gets dizzy And when I'm on the
stage, the
party people say, "Is he Really human or is he a
robot?" Because when I'm on the
microphone nobod Y
does the
things that I
do My voice will guide you Once you hear it, it stays inside you Hypnotizing and mesmerizing The
cerebral cortex, but without realizing You become confused and so enthused Cause the
rhymes I
use can make you lose Total control, and if I
choose To call you the
paperboy you'll spread the
news Like Paul Revere: "A real rapper is here!" Yeah, "Moe Dee is coming, Moe Dee is coming" And teeth will chatter, plagiarists will scatter Nothing is the
matter, you're just looking at a
Real rap trooper with a
power so super After battling me, I
guarantee you won't recouper Ate cause I
am great, I
can make you hate To ever look in the
mirror and affiliate Yourself with anything but an average person Loving my success but envious and cursing You want my autograph, don't act like a
sucker Just gimme a
pound 'cause I'm a
bad, bad, bad mutha Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf (With your bad self) I
put a
hurting on rappers, egos are crushed Pride is swallowed, asses are bust Hearts are taken, souls cremated Lips are sealed and they hate it Overrated rappers made it On a
wing and a
prayer with old beats updated But I'm not like you biting barbarics Rappers with the
fresh beats and weak lyrics I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal I
never run out, I
got an automatic refill I
never get cold, I
only get lukewarm When I
wanna get hot, I
have a
real brainstorm Ideas start flowing, my talents start showing And if the
music stops, Moe Dee keeps going I'm bigger than life and deeper than death The
world of rap is like a
kitchen and I
am the
chef Boy, are these MCs really startin to irk me Make it to the
top, then try to jerk me Ask 'em who's the
best, their shoulders start shrugging Like they don't know, they must be bugging But I
like the
controversy, it makes me bloodthirsty And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy So remember that if you wanna act like a
sucker Don't ever make me mad cause I'm a
bad, bad, bad mutha Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf (With your bad self) I'm the
kinda rapper that a
dummy won't dig My IQ's too high, my words are too big My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample Some things I
won't do and here's an example I
won't make a
"La-dickDa-Di", an "Oh! Veronica" A
"Dear Yvette" or a
"La-Latoya" I'm not trying to diss the
rappers that made these cuts As a
matter of fact I
like them, but Records like that are for the
average MC Not for the
highly rated Moe Dee I
have a
formula, I'm like a
scientist And I
must put words together like this: My voice is auriferous, coming out an orifice Expressing hyperbole, verbally or if it's Mental or symmetric that makes me so electric By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected A
walking time bomb that can't be disconnected I'm a
rhymer with a
timer, I'm a
English dialectic My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon My soliloquy will affect ya like Farrakhan Love me or hate me, agree or debate me Watching suckers gather 'round, bow down and fellate me 'Cause what I
do orally is something so morally Stimulating, emulating heat that's [?] My mind is both flexible and resilient Pugnacious, tenacious, vivacious, I'm brilliant Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining Why I'm standing on the
top and that's where I'm remaining My brain rocks like Mr. Spock's And any other MC's are knocked out the
box So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker Sucker MC's, I'm a
bad, bad, bad, bad mutha Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf Now I
was never solo, I
was always in a
group So now you new jacks are a
little too souped So if you think you could take mine Then come on and make my Day, you idiot, you knew from the
giddy-up You didn't have a
chance But if you want drop the
pants I
spank that ass so fast that the
next time you glance Everyone will be laughing and you'll be the
stock Cause that's what's good about having you MC's on the
jock I
could go on and on and on and on for days But every time I
speak I
get unwanted protégés If you've been lucky so far, don't press your luck Cause you don't really want none cause I'm a
bad, bad, bad mutha Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf