Five Minutes of Funk (Icey’s 7" Magic)
Whodini vs. DJ Icey
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Now the party didn't start till I walked in
And I probably won't leave until the thing ends
But in the meantime and in between time
If you work your thing then I'll work mine
We came here together so we could have fun
Me and you baby, go one on one
Now this is the last chance for us to get off
So either get loose or you oughta get lost
'Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing
'Cause I'm a stone cold New York rap machine
I'ma give you what I got and baby that's plenty
Never has one man rocked so many
I'ma make you wet and make you sweat
Just to see how funky you can get
Now when I'm on the mic I do serve well
And I go by the name of the rapper Jalil
Now sit back, relax, put on your headgear
Get ready for a trip through the atmosphere
Gonna take you for a ride through the Twilight Zone
I don't need a spaceship, I'll use my microphone
So hold on tight and with all your might
'Cause I'll be rockin' like this for the rest of the night
It's Jalil y'all, your master rapper
And when I'm on the mic it's a sheer disaster
'Cause MCs crumble when we rumble
Some think I'm soft, it's because I'm humble
So all you MCs I hope you're real good listeners
'Cause in this battle I'm taking no prisoners
I'm slaying MCs right on the spot
'Cause I'm the master of the rap, the doctor of the rock
The jack of all trades, the master of one
And the thing I master's called having fun
We got three minutes left to rock this funk
To separate the good stuff from the junk
So get in the groove and feel the sound
And once you're inside, spin yourself around
From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
Come on Master Dee and get funky while we got 'em
Me and my partner from the start
We used to get together after dark
Sometimes we'd rap, sometimes we'd sing
In the summer or the winter 'cause it ain't no thing
And ever since I first came 'round
Side by side we would throw down
We came here to this here place
To serve you all right to your face
Because this jam here is our showstopper
We didn't wanna do it but I guess we gotta
We're the band of the hour, make the ladies scream and holler
Too hot to trot, too sweet to be sour
I'm gonna set the record straight
And I hope that it is not too late
If you want the best and won't settle for less
Put your money on me, I'm your best bet
Come on, one for the treble
Two for the bass
Three for the ladies
Four for the place
Five minutes of funk, this ain't no dump
So pull your bottom off the tree stump
Ladies real pretty, from city to city
But now we're getting down to the nitty gritty
From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
I'm gonna rock 'em while I still got 'em
Our rap is showerheads, style and power
And this is our disco hour
I don't know if all of you have heard
So it's up to me to spread the word
About the band that we feel has got to be real
Our crown prince on the wheels of steel
He goes by the name of Grandmaster Dee
So if it's alright with you, it's alright with me
We're gonna rock you people's minds with ease
With some help from the maestro, if you please