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Return of the B-Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty seven in the house? Hell yeah

Is eighty eight in the house? Hell yeah

So, everybody get on up, everybody get on upAh, yes, yes, y'all, I got the fever for the flavor

Of a beat y'all, I stand tall, gets raw like beef y'all

I moo moo like a cow honey-child or ooh, ah, one, two'Cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear for a second

'Cause I'm wreckin' eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin'

Hold on the horse 'cause the force is like dark

If you can't slide then stay out the parkAnd my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark

Are you hip? Do you need another tip

'Cause that's just like a talk light in the ass crack tip

Jump on it, shake your shit if you want itShow no shame, hey Malik, goddamn get your arrow

And hang, it ain't no thang to jam on it, jam on it, you don't stopThe debonair MC in the place to be

Came to rock the B-Boys and the young ladies

Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long

So the party won't stop until the break of dawnIt's like that y'all, it's like this y'all

When I play B-Boy, don't miss y'all

Some people wear all that Fila gear

Gonna rock this party out the atmosphereSay ho, ho, yeah and you don't stop, throw your hands

In the air and wave 'em like you just don't care

If you're sparkin' blunts with clean underwear

Somebody say, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeahAnd ya don't stop, yo 'cause back in eighty-nine

I was doin' the wop, back and forth, forth and back

I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mackSkin is black, what? Hair is brown, what?

Eyes are red, you know that I can get down

When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life

Because I'm fresh and I'm def tonightYeah, yeah, West Coast, West Coast, West Coast

Is on fire, we don't need no water

Let the motherfucker burn, burn motherfucker, burnCheck it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say

That I'm a super def rapper comin' straight from L.A.

Fly tan, brown skin before you're three years old

And all the ladies love me 'cause I'm pigeon-toedI step in the party and I bust my move, cold rock the mic

With the hip-hop groove, sucker MC try to call my bluff

You better beware 'cause I'm just too tough y'all, please

Please, y'all, please, please, check it out, y'all, yeah

Please, y'all, yeah, please, please, check it outSo stomp your feet and clap your hand while the DJ is spinnin'

On the DJ stand, on the turntable, one and two

We got the grand incredible cuttin' just for you

Like this, like this, like this, do that shit, do that shit, do itAll my rhymes are hard as hell, I am the one and I prevail

You will sail, you will fail, I am the doctor, oh yeah

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