Now you scream for more, things you never saw before
music the way we use it, has galore
I say a rhyme, a rhyme, a rhyme, the same time
the boys back me up from behind
clyde, I hope you don't mind I say this
we create new views when we play this
old influence combined with something new
tunes that rock crowds, not only my crew
sacrilegious, my mix, 'cos I break the rules
and if you fear

let me guide you

I'll guide you through a pioneerstime, 'cos it's truly
a new age, we're past the blue suede shoes
traditional music, critics love to use it
compare past-today's pizzas, then abuse it
band-compitition, listen to the ram-jams
too often they soften, ain't worth a damn
it's the chemistry right, two blacks, three whites
a rapper- dj, to satisfy even clydes
my roots unknown, no clone on the microphone
and the sounds will stay combined with my tone

let me guide you

My rock ain't hard, 'cos I can't shake my butt
to me it occurs the music world is in a rut
musicians dissin' 'cos for years the shape
their hands on instruments, half the audience gape
all said 'n done, not intense but numb
come up each time they get treated like flotsam
each time with a rhyme their eyes open wide, surprised,
me, succeeds, to make a crowd rise
but a mc's' result ain't a bandhalt ! not true !
follow my path, so

let me guide you

Appendix to the b-boys scene, I mean
no tricks, what I use and employ is clean
but fingers point to the one remington
they question my title, I must be a tom
well, I know where I'm from
black, don't tell me that old crap
'whites rock hard and blacks only soultrack'
rock with pizzaz, 'cos with uds
you barricade my raid, son ?
you get stomped back
out of it you'll snap
it'll teach you facts
you lose ! now I will teach you real tunes

let me guide you