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phantom rock and mc bebop - the story of mc bebop lyrics

i’m the scratch+master rapper on the very tip+top
i’m the scratch+master rapper on the very tip+top
i’m the scratch+master rapper
i’m the scratch+master rapper
i’m the scratch+master— scratch+master—
scratch— scratch— scratch—

system one rockers in the place to be
and all the top sucker mcs that got fame for free
see i’m here to rock ‘ bout my man b+bop
he’s not a human being, but a super robot
’bout a year ago i saw him on the tube
bottom put him all together, now he’s in my group
took a lot of time and built him extra fine
now the super def robot’s saying my rhymes
has a vicious voice, that’s our word
(if you don’t think that), that’s the voice you just heard
he talks so smooth, that computerized rocker
he’s our first ever metal microphone wave shocker
now mc b+bop, the sure, sure shot (yes)
come on, show the people what you really got

snap, crackle, pop, my name is b+bop
i’m the scratch+master rapper on the very tip+top
now i’ll never fall, stall, or ever withdraw
and i’m not large, medium, small, or tall
when i’m around, the people know who i am
i’m the first metal wire machine that can jam
i drink a lot of oil, unleaded on the rocks
it keeps me running smooth, got the mcs up my jock
i’m going real far, i got a chauffeur+driven car
so meet my head man ’cause he made me a star
he has a metal body, microchips in his head
whenever i battle, make the mcs red
so stay on back and don’t ever come near
to the sucker mcs i’m a guy you’re gonna fear
after the [?] if you’re still on my case
i put my metal foot dead+smack in your face
before i met b+bop i was gettin’ underpaid
handed in my mic now i’m sitting’ in the shade ([?])
’cause i got a housemaid
and my cadillac and clothes are custom made
before i met phantom i was plain sheet metal
couldn’t hop, skip, jump, beat, bang, or rattle
now i pop, breakdance, i can even lock
plus i love funky music but i hate acid rock

now i’m only one (and i’m 17)
to the def sucker mcs we’re the mean machine
when we start those parties late in the day
guitarist starts rockin’ and the drummers start to play
the beat starts bumpin’ (the heart starts thumpin’)
and all the party rockers never wanna quit jumpin’
girls get loose (fellas pour juice)
and the people on the wall got no excuse
if you like the wall you better leave right now
(’cause you’re not doing anything any d+mn how)
so get on the floor (and yell for more)
(’cause we got many things that are still in store)
we’re gonna rock parties those for long, long hour
’til my [?] food will never go sour
when we end those parties way in the dawn
the only thing we hear are crowds yelling “rock on”
you never heard a beat that is so fresh
and the only computer that’ll pass all test
like mr. spock, star trek, enterprise
took a trip to sp+ce, his rhymes are energized
he looks all the ladies in their lovely eyes
in the snap of his fingers you’ll be hypnotized
like talkin’ to your mother, better have respect
if b+bop was a prez, you would re+elect
so mc b+bop, gotta justify
get on the mic and say bye+bye

i took all tests and graduate
and all the sucker white+boy tried to duplicate
now for getting here i congratulate
’cause we [?] we can celebrate
i’m gonna get slow, rock steady with the flow
and remember, b+bop takes on show
’bout a year ago we started this [?]
now we say bye+bye, not say h+llo

so you heard my story about my super robot
if you ever try to [?] we will battle on the spot

- phantom rock and mc bebop lyrics

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