| The boys are back with a rap that’ll make your hands clap
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| That’ll make your toes tap and your fingers snap
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| So kick off your shoes and wash your socks
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| Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce
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| Leave that trash outside, and don’t upset us
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| 'Cause all we’re gonna do is make your body rock
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| To any beat that’s on and I can always rhyme with a mellow line
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| But one thing I’d like for dancin' sake
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| Is to learn just how, to shake and break
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| I want my body to move, like I have no bones
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| Want to sit in the air, like a king on the throne
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| I want to walk on air, like a wizard can
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| I want my arms to move like a rubber band (Do it)
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| I’ve seen, many, many fans and dance prancers
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| But nothing look, like the break dancers
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| Kool Ski, my man mellow
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| Coolish, the coolest, the cool fly fellow
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| Kool Ski, what did you say Kid Delight?
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| Don’t stop the beat and just rap on the mic
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| Just move your arms, shake a leg
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| Do a twist, spin on your head
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| It’s a new dance, not like ballet
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| But you must be smooth to move this way
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| Well I know I can’t move quite like |
| Break dancers, so I rock the mic
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| I’m on, 'til the break of dawn
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| So happy, when I sing my song
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| When I’m on the mic, you always swing
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| Because the Boogie Boys are runnin' things
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| I’m the Ski, the Ski, the Kool Ski
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| There goes Delight, Delight, The Boogie Knight
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| So Boogie Knight, well, you’ve been a true friend
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| Get on the mic, hold up, hold up, hold up
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| Get on the mic, hold up, hold up, hold up
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| I took it from the top, you take it to the end
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| Check it out check
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| Who gets the most respect?
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| The Boogie Knight (When?)
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| When I’m rockin' the mic
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| So party to the beat, do what you like
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| 'Cause the man on the mic is gonna treat you right
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| I got jazz and pizzazz, to make the party last
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| To mess with me, you gotta have class
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| Down for a while, longer than a mile
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| All I’m gonna do is make you smile
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| And when I get it in, I always win
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| Like a shepherd to sheep, I want my beat
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| Take care everywhere, well don’t despair
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| The others know, I’m always fair
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| but you know it’s so true
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| No one rocks like the Boogie Boys do
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| (Tarzan yell) |