That's the Joint (Mixed)

If you're ready for this (Say you're ready for this)

If you're ready for this (Say you're ready for this)

Are you ready for this? (We're ready for this)

Are you ready for this? (We're ready for this)

Well, we just can't miss (We just can't miss)

Well, we just can't miss (With a beat like this)

It's the joint!

We're gonna prove to the world that we're for real

We're gonna prove to everybody we know the real deal

We got golden voices and hearts of steel

'Cause we're five emcees that got to be real

We’re here for the party people on Sugar Hill

So what's the deal? (Sugar Hill)

So what's the deal? (Sugar Hill)

Ooh, that's the joint

These words we said we want y’all to hear

We’re gonna make a lot of sense (We’re gonna make it clear)

We’re gonna rock this place, we’re gonna use some class

We’re gonna do our best (We’re gonna make it last)

We got rhymes on our mind, we got rockin’ in our heart

A lot of things we do, you can call it art

We’re bad, we're slick, we're doing it hip

We’re gonna rock this record (And don't you forget)

Ah, that's the joint

Because Li’l Rodney C is the melody

Keith, help me rock, we're singing harmony

Because Jeff is the rhythm and K is the bass

Sha-Rock rock, shockin' the whole darn place

Now here's a little story you got to be told

The party people in the place got a whole lot of soul

So when we’re on the mic, y’all shocking the house

And we all get together, we can turn it out

Now we’re in the house as you can plainly see

Everybody say, "Get funky, get funky

And make money, and make money"

And you don't stop

A-give it to us now!

Funk it up, funk it up

Woo! Get funky

Uh, uh (Let's go to work)

Say "I got money and I can jerk"

To the beat that makes you want to rap

C'mon, Sha-Rock, cut out the crap

Just turn on the mic and start the rap

And let everybody know you can never be the whack

You know that and you know that

And I know (And she knows and we know that)

We know what, Sha-Rock?

When I rap, Funky Four, I can never be the whack

And when you hear Sha-Rock –

She's the joint!

What up, y'all? And do-do it up

And Sha-Rock is gonna show you how you get real rough

I'm Sha-Rock and I can't be stopped

For all the fly guys, I will hit the top (Huh!)

Well, I can do it for the ones from weak to strong

I can do it for the ones that are right or wrong

Well, I'm listed on the column that's classified

I can be a nurse and I'm qualified

To talk about respect, I won't neglect

My strategy is for you to see

So don't turn away by what I say

'Cause I'm on, I'm bad, when I'm talking to you

There are four fly brothers who can do it, too

The party people in the place, this is for you

So get down – get, get, get on down

I'm the "+ 1 More" and I'm throwing down

(She's the best female here in this here town!)

And everybody knows that I'm golden brown

And you know –

She's the joint!

I can pull a young lady with nice fine thighs

I’m the kind of emcee that make women jet fly

I'm Jazzy Jeff with the most finesse

I'm down with The Five to rock the mic the best

'Cause I move the groove and I do it cool

And I rock for you and you, I'm sure to rule

'Cause I want a young lady with a lot of finesse

She's got to be on ('Cause he's Jazzy Jeff)

She's got to be sweet (Yes!), fine, and kind

And that's just the kind of woman I want to be mine

And you know –

He's the joint!

Huh! Uh! C'mon (That's Jeff!)

Get funky, get funky

With the Funky 4 (+1)

Do it, do it! C'mon

Do it, do it! Do it, do it!

C'mon – get down! Huh!

(Oh lord!) To the beat... ya don't stop

(Sylvia! Rock the house!)

Because the music needs to be the sureshot

Blondy, in the house – a-cool, a-cool, coolin' out

Now what you see is what you get

You say I am bad and that you can bet

I have a quality for you and me

And you all the young ladies, this is what it be

(You say his name is Keith Keith) As my rhymes go down

To all the young ladies, just gather around

With the rhymes I possess, the words I protest

And I can put together, I can call it finesse

Now, listen up, my ladies, and listen up good

I'm gonna rock on the mic like I know I could

(Like you know he should) Like I know I would

(He's Keith Keith) I rock the house

(He's Keith Keith) I rock, shock, rock, turn it out

And you know that!

(And he got) The finesse, to behold that –

He's the joint!

Keeping on to, uh, to the crack of dawn

Party people in the place, you got to keep on

If you like the beat and you want some more

Scream it out, and say, "Funky Four!"

(Funky Four!)

"Plus One More!" (Plus One More!)

Now, you don't stop

You see the beat goes on

And it's high-powered stuff!

We won’t stop rocking till you’re all gettin' on

And the ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, ah

Ooh, ah, and don't stop, get it!

That's the joint!

We have an obligation that we must fulfill

Like a .357, we're out to kill

We’re like Machine Gun Kelly and Bonnie and Clyde

And when we shock the house, we stand side by side

We on top of the world, we're looking down

We're gonna straight up hit, we never turning around

Because we are so close, but yet so far

And to all the party people, you know who we are

Get the point?

And if you don't, we want y'all to know

We're down, we rock, we're the Funky Four! (Plus One!)

Ho! Do it, get down... to the funky sound

C'mon, you got to get down

Do it! (Oh, lord)

Montel, rock it well...

Rodney Cee, makin' history!

Ho, I'm the Jazzy Jeff

Charlie...

Kevie Kev

Keith Keith

Rhon Ski

Cool T

Joey Ro'

Lehman High!

I was sitting at my house, watching my TV

When all of a sudden, it dawned on me

That I was all alone, just wasting my time

So I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down a rhyme

And I thought to myself, how nice it would be

To be on top, making cash money

To go on a tour all around the world

To tell little stories to all the fly girls

To sit on my throne, to command my own

To be number one on the microphone

Just telling my tale about how it's gonna be

For the Funky Four + 1 emcees

We be busting in and we be turning it out

While we rock to any beat without a doubt

Just chilling hard, living in luxury

And being very proud to be an emcee

He's the joint

Well, I kick it, Rockwell, 'cause I raise a lot of hell

And I like to make love to the jealous females

And I'm down with the crew from off the Hill

Now as you walk through my door, you pose on the floor

First tier touch, it's hips galore

(And then he) Move right up

(And then he) Kiss your lips

(And then he) Hold on tight, so I never slip

(And then he) Tongue you down, on to the ground

If any love is there, it will be found

Uh, by the man, you all can tell

I, Rockwell, to the depths of hell

And every time you hear my name, girl, it rings a bell

Ha – when the bell rings, it goes ("Ding dong!")

And then I rock her and I shock her 'til the break of dawn

Like a hot buttered-on bag of popcorn

Like Rockwell, just singing your song

And you know –

He's the joint!

Ho! Ho! (Uh!) Get down! To the funky sound!

(Huh!) Ha ha! Oh lord!

(C'mon... let's go to work...)

C'mon, girl...

(Say, "I got money and I can jerk")

Let's go to work, and let's go to work...

We gave a lot of parties and we got jerked

But that's alright, because we be good sports

Because we know someday we'll get the big pay-off

And rock the house and turn, turn, and turn, and turn, and turn turn it out

Sylvia, in the house, and

Cheryl The Pearl, rock the house, and

Blondy, rock the house, and

Master Gee, rock the house, and

Big Bank, rock the house, and

Wherever ya are – rock, rock the house, and

To my mellow Wonder Mike – rock the house

Wherever ya are – rock, shock the house

To my mellow, Cowboy, the real mccoy

Rock the house – turn, turn it out

To my mellow, Melle Mel – rock the house

Wherever ya are – rock, shock the house

To my mellow, Creole, solid gold

Rock the house – turn, turn it out

To my mellow, Mister Ness – down with the best

Just rock the house, with the most finesse

Wherever ya are – rock, shock the house

To my mellow, to my mellow, to my mellow...

To my mellow, Raheim

He's all the ladies' dream

Rock the house with the gangsta lean

Ah, Sugar Hill, Sugar Hill – huh!

Get, get, get, get, get, get-get the point? Get the point?

Get the point, the point, it's a beautiful joint

Breakout – rock the house

Wherever ya are – keep coolin' out

Uptown – rock the house, and...

Ho... now Downtown, just coolin' out

West Side, gonna turn it out

And to the East Side – rock the house

(K.C. – check it out)

(K.C. – check it out)

That's the joint! Ho...

The hell back...

The Furious Five... The Furious Five... The Furious Five

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Sequence... Sequence!

Funky... Funky... Funky Four!

Funky... Funky... Funky Four!