Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man Are goin` into this mic, written by this hand Are comin` out of this mouth, made by this tongue I`ll tell you now my name, my name is Young But so you think that it`s your destiny To get the best of me, but I suggest to be Quiet, bro`, don`t even try it from the east and west of me Takin` it and never breakin` it or even shakin` it Groovin` it and always movin` it, cuz I`m not fakin` it Pullin` out rhymes like books off the shelf Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself This is stone cold rhymin`, no frills, no fluffs And it`s no accident that these rhymes sound tough I`m goin` off, baby, there`s no turnin` back I`m on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track And when the show is finally finished I`ll be takin` my bow My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I`m sayin`?
I got know-how Party people, I got know...how I kick it just like this...
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I got juice like the president, I`m makin` rappers hesitant Invite me to your house and I`ll be chillin` like a resident Yes, cuz I`m that type of man Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am I got it rollin` like thunder, makin` y`all wonder Why I`m on top with all the other rappers under I make no errors, mistakes or blunders It`s like a wedding, let no man put asunder My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell It`s no hocus-pocus, I`ll just get you into focus And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts Smooth operator, female persuader Spot a fly girl and in a week I`m gonna date her I got the kind of style for the here and the now And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I`m sayin`?
I got know-how Party people, I got know...how Bust it!
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MC`s I`ll ruin, cuz I know what I`m doin` I`ll treat `em like doublemint gum and start chewin` I spit `em out when the flavour`s gone And I repeat the chewin` practice `til the break of dawn Cuz I`m tough like a bone, sly like Stallone Rockin` and clockin` on the microphone Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard With the funky fresh rhymes comin` out of my gizzard Never sneezin`, never coughin`, I rock the mic often Hard as a rock and no sign I`ll soften Makin` sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect I start to build like a builder from a architect Movin` all around, above and under the ground You see my face, and then you hear my sound Comin` atcha with the mic in hand I`m gonna take command just the way I planned Cuz I`m a one-man band and you are my fan Don`t you understand? I`m like Superman Yeah, the Man of Steel, don`t you know the deal? You better be for real, I got sex appeal This is what I feel, and this here`s my vow And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I`m sayin`?
I got know-how...and I`m chillin`, never illin` In my mouth I got two fillin`s...whatever! I`m on the mic, cold stone gettin` over My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it...