Rappin' Blow, Pt. 2

I see that its not clear For you good buddy so clean out your ears So listen very closely while I pop my game Cause my name's in the Hall of Fame The K-U-R, the T-I-S The first is the best I must confess The B-L-O and the W Makes you wanna catch the boogaloo flu Now, If your name is Annie Get up off your fannie If your name is Clyde Get off your backside If you name is Pete You don't need a seat Cause i'm Kurtis Blow and i'm on the go I'm rocking to the beat in stere-ery-ooh! Now just throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if your ready like Freddie to rock real steady Somebody say, "Oh yeah!" Young ladies, all the ladies in the house say, "Owww" And you don't stop, come on, come on, come on, let me see you rock Ah get down and stop messing around When Kurtis Blow is in your town I'm Kurtis Blow on the microphone A place called Harlem was my home I was rocking one day, it started to shake It sound to me a-like a earthquake I packed my bags, I said goodbye I kissed my woman, and I started to fly I came to Earth by a meteorite To rock you all on the mic So just kick off your shoes, let your fingers pop Kurtis Blow's just about ready to rock Now people in the back, if you're not too whack, say: "Don't stop the body rock!" People in the front, if you want to bump, say: "Don't stop the body rock!" People in the middle, if you want to wiggle, say: "Don't stop the body rock!" And people on the side, if you want to slide, say: "Don't stop the body rock!" Now a preacher or a teacher or a e-lec-tri-cian A fighter, or a writer, or a po-li-ti-cian The man with the key to your ignition Kurtis Blow is competition Young ladies, shock the house Yes, the young ladies, shock the house A-just throw your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care If you're really, really ready to rock this house this morning Somebody say, "Oh yeah!" Somebody scream Young ladies, Mercedes, all the ladies in the house say "ow" "Ow" Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho-ho-ho!