| Release. Rotation. Splash, I make cash. Makin' dollars |
| And funky trash that make me wanna hollah |
| My styles versatile, hard to swalla |
| Cause I’m strong like an ox but cute like a koala |
| So follow me as I take you on an excursion: |
| Indian, Argentinian and Persian |
| Don’t act strange, ain’t no change or conversion |
| Young MC comin' with the Y2K version |
| Urgent! Urgent! Better take heed |
| If you tell me what you want then I’m a give you what you need |
| Been rappin' over nineteen years to succeed |
| And I do it for the love of the rhyme and not greed |
| Indeed, I ain’t no fool. I likes dough |
| Investment bankers eatin' escargot |
| With money overseas and clothes with escrow |
| Because I’m comin' with the style and the flow, to make the people say |
| OH! Yes I’m comin' at you with the funk, and |
| OH! with the bottom for the bass in your trunk, and |
| OH! If this was liquor you would surely get drunk |
| Because I got more rhymes then Fred Sanford got junk, and |
| OH! I think that we’re about to take flight and |
| OH! Takin' ya’ll to a brand new height and |
| OH! Party people better hold on tight |
| Cause Young MC’s gonna rock tonight |
| That’s right. Now from the New York Post to the LA Times |
| I’m droppin' lyrics so wicked they consider them crimes |
| And the people all know I’m just approachin' my prime |
| Make 'em say «Ya! Ya! Ya!» like I was Busta Rhymes |
| At times I tell you it feels so divine |
| Writin' lyrics over tracks and beats I combine |
| And some day soon I’ll have a girlie so fine |
| Like Sonny had Cher and Get Smart had Ninety-nine |
| But for now I’m comin' with the hip-hop sound |
| For the streets with the beats and my feets on the ground |
| This is real to me. Ain’t no time to mess around |
| Cause I been breakin' ya’ll off since I wore Buster Browns |
| So yo. Lemme tell ya how it’s gon go |
| You can see in the a video or see me in a show |
| Cassette, LP, CD or radio |
| Then ya know I got the the style and the flow, to make the people say |
| OH! Yes I’m comin' at you with the funk, and |
| OH! with the bottom for the bass in your trunky, and |
| OH! If this was liquor you would surely get drunk |
| Because I got more rhymes then Fred Sanford got junk, and |
| OH! I think that we’re about to take flight and |
| OH! Takin' ya’ll to a brand new height and |
| OH! Party people better hold on tight |
| Cause Young MC’s gonna rock tonight |
| I’m not Alanis Morissette but baby isn’t it ironic |
| Cause there’s more styles here than bein' hooked on phonics |
| Divorced they once told me my rhyme styles bionic |
| Cause I smoke MC’s like MC’s smoke the chronic |
| Ironic how everybody wanna talk mess |
| And when you come face to face they talk a whole lot less |
| I got love for both coasts. Ain’t no need to fess |
| I got my skills in the East. I got my props out West |
| I suggest that you lose that frown and start smilin' |
| Use your head for a second. Stop whilin' |
| You say I fell off, but I was low profilin' |
| Now my song is strong from Long Beach to Long Island |
| Stylin', chillin', no guns and no killin' |
| Cause it’s time to stop the violence if you’re willin' |
| Thrillin', and yo it’ll be so fulfillin' |
| Never rob, cause I’m doin' my job like Bob Dylan |
| And spillin' some treacherous rhymes in ya’ll domes |
| Doin' more for your heads than picks, brushes or combs |
| I’m a die hard rapper, baby. Let it be known |
| Don’t die hard like Bruce Willis. Die hard like John Holmes |
| I roam all over the globe and girls know |
| I get kisses from the misses underneath the mistletoe |
| They run and tell their friends,"Hey girl! Don’t cha know |
| Young is comin' with the style and flow to make the people say |
| OH! Yes I’m comin' at you with the funk, and |
| OH! with the bottom for the bass in your trunky, and |
| OH! If this was liquor you would surely get drunk |
| Because I got more rhymes then Fred Sanford got junk, and |
| OH! I think that we’re about to take flight and |
| OH! Takin' ya’ll to a brand new height and |
| OH! Party people better hold on tight |
| Cause Young MC’s gonna rock tonight. That’s right. They say |
| OH! Yes I’m comin' at you with the funk, and |
| OH! with the bottom for the bass in your trunk, and |
| OH! If this was liquor you would surely get drunk |
| Because I got more rhymes then Fred Sanford got junk, and |
| OH! I think that we’re about to take flight and |
| OH! Takin' ya’ll to a brand new height and |
| OH! Party people better hold on tight |
| Cause Young MC’s gonna rock tonight |