Karaoké Five Minutes of Funk Whodini

Now the party didn't start 'till I walked in

And I probably won't leave until the thing ends

But in the meantime the 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 goin' one on one

Now this is the last chance for us to get off

So either get loose or you aught to get lost

'Cos I'm just about ready to do my thing

'Cos I'm the stone cold

New York, Rap Machine

Imma give you what I got and baby that's plenty

And never has one man rocked so many

Imma 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 head gear

Get ready for a trip through the Atmosphere

Gonna take you for a ride through the Twilight Zone

I don't need a space ship

I use my microphone

So hold on tight with all your might

'Cos I'll be rappin' like this for the rest of the night

It's Jalil, yo, your master rapper

And when I'm on the mic it's a sheer disaster

'Cos emcees crumble when we rumble

Some think I'm soft just because I'm humble

So all you emcees, I hope you're real good listeners

'Cos in this battle

I'm takin' no prisoners

I'm slayin' emcees right on the spot

'Cos 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 havin' 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 spread yourself around

From the bottom to the top the top to the bottom

Come on Master Dee and get funky while we got 'em

Me and my partner from the start

We usually get together after dark

Sometimes to rap sometimes to sing

In the Summer or the Winter 'cos it ain't no thing

And ever since

I first came 'round

Side by side we'd throw down

We came here to this here place to serve you all right to your face

Because this jam here is our show stopper

We didn't wanna use it but I guess we gotta

We're the men 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

I 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 plaid

Five, minutes of funk this ain't no junk

So pull your bottom off the tree stump

Ladies real pretty from city to city

But now we're gettin' down to the nitty gritty

From the bottom to the top the top to the bottom

I'm gonna rock 'em while I still got 'em

Our rappin' shower has style and power

And this, is our disco hour

I don't know what all of you have heard

So it's up to me to spread the word

About the man that we feel has got to be real

Our crowned 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 gonna rock you people's minds with ease with some help from the Maestro, if you please