Yo, hook my mic up, please
Make, Kurt, make the bass come out so clear (clear, clear, clear)
(Come on) please
I'm askin' you, KB
Ready? (yeah, ready)
Fat boys
Brr, stick up
When fresh beats and rhymes collide
The result is the hop and the fat boys rise again
Ready for them, we givin' up no slack
You guessed it, The Fat Boys are back
The Prince and Kool Rock
And the human beatbox, one time in your mind
Amazing to the eye, devastating to the ear
And if you've never seen him, you'll wonder where
His beats come from, machine or man
He's also cuttin' up 'cause he's in command (so cut it up)
My name is Markie Dee and I'm on the go
And due to miscalculations, I'ma let you know
That I'm the prince of rap (uh), the king of hip-hop (uh)
And when my mouth starts to movin', I will not stop
'Cause I'm all the way live with so much juice
So check out the Prince as I start to get loose (loose)
Capital P, bad as can be (yup)
Can't no other MC mess with me
Because I'm from the places where MCs are mean
Where their eyes turn red and their tongues turn green
Some of them fat and some quite lean
But they always step back when I'm on the scene
Because I make 'em, break 'em, quake 'em, shake 'em (yeah, uh, uh)
Slap ice and on the top and sure enough, make 'em
I can grease the pants, I got the juice with the girls
That 5-foot-8 with natural curls
So Kool Rock, Kool Rock Ski
I heard you're in the place to be
Kool Rock Ski, as you can see
Master of disaster, the chief of the east
And when I'm on the mic, I'm makin' it divine
Hip-hop, all things, I'm qualified
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Bolder than bad, I'm badder than bold
I'm on the microphone, takin' complete control
With the human beatbox on the side of me
Guaranteed to rock the rhythm, make you move your feet
A-like that, y'all, a-like this, y'all
And when I fire my revolver, I never miss
I'm on top, y'all
And Prince Markie Dee
Yes, playback
Fat boys
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