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Alright, he's scratching it right now Cuttin' the record back and forth against the needle Back and forth, back and forth, makin' it scratch But let me tell you somthing Don't try it at home with your dad's stereo Only under hip-hop supervision, alright Alright hear this So you wanna be an MC, huh? Alright hear this So you wanna be an MC, huh? Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in And then I turn it out, got the body-rockin' sound And you know I'm gonna get down Eat a Scooby snack and take a disco nap Well, then I'm shoppin' at Sears 'cause I don't buy at The Gap I'm sending this one out to all the funky inspirations Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations (yeah, yeah) Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line Tryin' to put what I feel into word and rhymes I've got a feeling comin' on, I've got to make some shit A little something stupid for the twisted and sick Because I drive like a maniac on the streets And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and Right to left and I'm death-defying Alright hear this So you wanna be an MC, huh? Alright hear this So you wanna be an MC, huh? Spin my fortune on a wheel like Sajak Here's the payback, keep going strong like since the way back I try to be myself but I lose track Because the shit gets complicated, now I've got to get back As we learn to breed love for one another In these times of melding cultures I give respect for what's been borrowed and lent I know this music comes down from African descent 'Cause I don't need a magic potion Let me talk about back field in motion My girls got cheeks for weeks and I'm happy You know I'm a sneak like my old grand pappy Well, I gotta give thanks to my man, Archie Sheep For staying true to inspiration 'cause I don't half-step So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am And then I talk to the people like Les McCann Alright hear this So you wanna be an MC, huh? Alright hear this So you wanna be an MC, huh? Alright hear this Alright hear this I ask god for a rhyme or two A little something for the wise as well as the fool A little something to affect a little taste of change For the together and strong, as well as the deranged Because I'll do you right like Bobby Knight And then I'm rappin' on the mic to the Broadway light Stomp my hands, I clap my feet and I'm bugging off Yusef Lateef I got a match to my ass and I'm-a keep it lit Well, then I need to get some cash, call my accountant Britt Because I'm rushing 'round town, taking care of my functions Always got one more thing so forget about the function We create this world and the problems go on Create our lives and the things that go wrong So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen To what it is you want and for what you're wishing Alright hear this So you wanna be an MC, huh? Alright hear this So you wanna be an MC, huh? Alright hear this