(Ah yeah)



[VERSE 1]

I make real fat tapes, and I like the sound

Sayin lines from the mind, never writin em down

Though a talent I have had for quite some time

Not everybody enjoys a good rhyme

I couldn't care less for anyone else

Put a rhyme on a tape and listen to it myself

If something is wrong, I gotta erase

I think of something much fatter, and then I replace

I see it as a deed, done for reward

My voice with a beat makes you wanna record

King Sun with the sounds you could never escape

Every time you turn around, you hear another fat tape



[VERSE 2]

I went downtown, to buy a fat box

Everything was included, so the tape could rock

Had dual cassette with the auto reverse

Made sure that I had the fat tape first

When I looked in my bag, cold had a fit

Couldn't find one tape with hardcore -

I was so upset, and ready to get ill

Then I thought about a kid who lived up the hill

I went to his house to get my tape

He was playin the jams from the fire escape

I told him that I needed my tape today

He said to tell it to the people in the alleyway

Who are havin a party, but it had to halt

Pass of my tape, and it ain't my fault

Went back for the box I came to get

Bought new batteries for the fat cassette

Godfather of Rock, the one with the box

Playin 24 hours around my block

Some people okay, but I'm in good shape

It cost 5.99 for a fat tape



[VERSE 3]

Bust the rhythm & blues, here's good news

For those of you that love the hip-hop

Continuous beats play through the streets

And the good news is that it will not stop

(Check this out)

It's contagious, like a bad disease

Attracts many people like a dog does fleas

Though it pumps as this party jumps for only 1 MC

I am the activator, sole creator

Down with the man who rocks the crossfader

Back and forth, to move south and north

And to increase at such a level, and I can go off

Slow or fast, yet to get faster

Capability equivalent to the masters

Knowledge known, wise words to be spoken

Record what I'm sayin if your deck is not broken



[VERSE 4]

Maestro, I conduct, make mega bucks

And this tape will certainly self-destruct

No mission's impossible, I'm unstoppable

Afford to record on tapes that are droppable

Various beats that rock the street

King Sun who you anticipated to meet

My tape will sore to unlimited heights

Contract of insurance in case you might bite

Put a tape in a box, start walkin around

No need to rewind or turn the tape down

Turn it up past 10 and have no fear

You are playin one of many fat jams to hear

In the winter or the summer, or any time

Nothin is recorded over none of my rhyme

Soundwave static, no interference

People applaud by the sight of my appearance

No top hat, Tuxedo or cape

Just me on the m-i-c and a fat tape



[VERSE 5]

Some tapes are heavy, and I mean fat

I record in a level above the hi-hat

Bass drum plants fear into your ear

With the help of the snare it will ruin your gear

Rippin off your clothes from your head to your toes

Idolize the sound that many people have chose

Sound so live, you would think I'm in it

So much pleasure on a 60 minute

Cassette, to eject shows disrespect

Bustin out a 90 minute full of hi-fi tech-

nology induced, well givin a boost

I get loose, and I do it for a musical use

Not done for the money, or to impress

I do it, because this is what I do best

King Sun is the one, fruitier than a grape

Everytime you turn around, you hear another fat tape



Bust the fat tape



Louie Lou

And the Co-Pro Brothers