And I probably wont leave until the thing ends
 But in the mean time, the in between time
 If you work your thing, then I'll work mine
 We came here together so we could have fun
 Me and you baby, goin one on one
 Now this is the last chance for us to get off
 So either get loose, or you aught to get lost
 Cause Im just about ready to do my thing
 Cause Im the stone cold, New York, Rap Machine
 Im 'a give you what I got, and baby thats plenty
 You'll never have one that rocks so many
 Im 'a make you wet and make you sweat
 Just to see how funky you can get
 Now when Im on the mic, I do serve well
 And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil

 *Four minutes left*

 Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
 Get ready for a trip through the Atmosphere
 Gonna take you for a ride through the Twighlight Zone
 I dont need a space ship, I use my microphone
 So hold on tight, with all your might
 Cause Ill be rappin like this for the rest of the night
 Its Jalil yall, your master rapper
 And when Im on the mic its a sheer disaster
 Cause MC's crumble when we rumble
 Some think Im soft just because Im humble
 So all you MC's, I hope you're real good listeners
 Cause in this battle, Im takin no prisoners
 Im slayin MC's right on the spot
 Cause Im the the master of the Rap, the doctor of the Rock
 The Jack of all Trades, The Master of One
 And the thing Im at, is called havin fun
 We got three minutes left to rock this funk
 To separate the good stuff from the junk, so
 Get in the groove, and feel the sound
 And once you're inside, spread yourself around
 From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom
 Come on Master Dee, get funky while we got em

 *three minutes left*

 Me and my partner, from the start
 We usually get together, after dark
 Sometimes to rap, Sometimes to sing
 In the Summer or the Winter cause it aint no thing
 And ever since I first came round
 Side by Side, We'd throw down
 We came here to this here place
 To serve you all right to your face
 Because this jam here is our show stopper
 We didnt wanna do it but I guess we gotta
 We're the men of the hour, makin the ladies scream and holler
 To hot to trot, To sweet to be sour
 Im gonna set the record straight
 And I hope that it is not too late
 If you want the best, I wont settle for less
 Put your money on me, Im your best bet
 Come on,
 One for the treble
 Two for the Bass
 Three for the ladies
 Four for the plaid
 Five, minutes of funk, this aint no junk
 So pull your bottom, off the tree stump
 Ladies real pretty, from city to city
 But now we're gettin down to the nitty gritty
 From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom
 Im gonna rock em, while I still got em
 Our rappin shower has style and power
 And this, is our disco hour
 I dont know what all of you have heard
 So its up to me to spread the word
 About the man that we feel has got to be real
 Our crowned Prince on the wheels of steel
 He goes by the name of Grandmaster Dee
 So if its alright with you, its alright with me
 We gonna rock you people's minds with ease
 With some help from the Maestro, if you please

 *one minute left*

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