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max and sam – young man rumble lyrics

[intro sample: muhammed ali & bundini brown]
well you know how great i am
i don’t have to tell you ’bout my strategies
i tell, let my trainer tell ya, bodini, come here
bodini, tell them, what are we gonna do
you gon’ float like a b-tterfly and sting like a bee
ah
rumble young man, rumble
ah

[verse 1: sam]
like a baby face k!ller
i step in a box and the mob flocks
they hoppin’ on bedrock as a lyrical canon c-ck
jump start the sparkin’ in stock bars
raid the lost arts straight to the top of hip hop charts
dynamic duo mob, and doin’ the job and…
co-runnin’ gotham like batman & robin
painful brain full of why i rearrange y’all
devilish rhymes, but i lookin’ like an angel
before i came into the game
you couldn’t name a rookie entertainer
who could rhyme like a hall of famer
you got delusions of dope and a dumb plan
to battle the one sam
rumble young man

[hook: max & sam (michael buffer)]
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble
(let’s get ready)

[verse 2: max]
new york’s a state, my city’s in
a man who i hate, i pity him like a branch davidian
got sk!lls, got stamina
got hands of stone like the champ from panama
bodies drop from body shots, cause i could box
no need for glocks or karate chops
so if you wanna see, who the best be
come and test me, come and test me
come and test me
got stardom, punk gets stuck from the crock
to the big ball yard in the south bronx
my flavor’s good, my flavor’s good
hear city, city, you’re nothing’ but my neighborhood
new york, new york, so nice, got named twice, and…
i’m har-ssing’ punks like mike tyson
and i’ll break, connive, it’s worse
than pernell whitaker f-ckin’ up chavez
display sk!lls like a museum so you could see ’em
and rabbits go fleeing’, though my skin’s european
hit ya man with a hook, in the head, don’t even jab it
and beat you with just, my left hand, like jim maddock
it gets scarier, and scarier
got props on every block of the triborough area
king of my concrete jungle
rumble young man, rumble

[hook: max & sam (michael buffer)]
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble
(let’s get ready)

rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble

[verse 3: sam]
scandal ranges on the front pages
don’t know what his name or his age is, but he been rippin’ up speakers and stages
dough rakin’, makin’ women shake, and breakin’ level cruise
six o’clock news, shown the blues, with no clue
at practice, seen a low rhyme drop jaws
they never see a rhyme scheme so raw
it’s against the laws
they gonna hatch a plan or catch and can a damager
d-mn sure
the man behind the damage ain’t no amateur
pro torch, my tractor wack, they eliminate
incriminate the good and incarcerate the great
they’ll never catch the guy (yo, why)
cause they keep on p-ssin’ me by
on the evidence, they makin’ no senses
they hark for hints, and found ten of my finger prints
before the trooper, they convince his coincidence
dismiss my prints and presume my innocence
see, they can’t compute
a kid with a face this cute
rockin loose, knockin’ boots and clockin’ loot
now i’m off clean as another arena tumbles
that’s how the cookie crumbles when a rookie rumbles

[hook: max & sam (michael buffer)]
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble
(let’s get ready)

rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble, rah
rumble young man, rumble
(let’s get ready)

[outro]
and in this corner
and in this corner
and in this corner
and in this corner (“let’s get ready”)
and in this corner
and in this corner
and in this corner
“let’s get ready”
and in this corner
and in this corner
and in this corner
and in this corner (“let’s get ready”)

take the time to make the rhyme
in the studio rhymin’ where the dime in
it’s a godd-mn crime

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