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Kool Moe Dee

Bad Mutha

 

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

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