Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Making Noise , by - Fat Boys. Release date: 13.08.1987
Song language: English
Making Noise |
| 1987, Markie Dee and Kool Rock — get’n busy |
| Prince of rap rhymin' - Any title I’ll snatch |
| When I’m through with your crew, bring a brand new batch |
| Line 'em up and then the termination starts |
| Step aside if you’re a sucka' that has no heart |
| 'Cuz I go to a party just to rap and dance |
| When I’m done, I play the and strike the B-boy stance |
| Have my tool at my side for those I don’t trust |
| And when the party gets boring, I call it a bust |
| 'Cuz I’m the prince of and serving fear |
| Got a punch that’ll knock ya' into next year |
| Gotta rhyme it when I say it — I’m sure you’ll agree |
| That the prince of rap rhymin' is Markie Dee |
| So, bust that |
| Get’n funky |
| In the place get’n busy |
| B-r-rip…Bust it! |
| B-r-r-r-ust it! |
| The power-lord of rap is about to speak |
| So, hail to the words of the mighty chief |
| And all duck MCs who thought I was soft: |
| Step back while the mighty Kool Rock goes off |
| Stimulatin', motivatin' with the rappin' skill |
| I can never be beaten; |
| that’s the way I feel |
| Try to take what’s mine, you will be slain |
| My job is to rap and that’s my claim |
| So, he’s the best you heard |
| I can speak with soft or duelin' words |
| I can act like a sucka', a punk, or a duck |
| Or I can act real hard and just rough you up |
| There ain’t no tellin' what I’m gonna do next |
| So, don’t you wink or even flex |
| Just glide with the rhythm and flow with the beat |
| And watch the Rock get busy on the m-i-c |
| Word! |
| Get’n funky — in the place! |
| Word! |
| Well, I… Well…B-r-rip-dip |
| Well, I climbed the highest mountain, swam the deepest sea |
| And I’ve yet to find a rapper that can deal with me |
| But, my position is prince of rap rhymin' |
| Bustin' A’s in skill, ability and timin' |
| Finesse and grace, with talent and poise |
| And ya' know, when at a party, Markie Dee makes noise |
| I’m a well-known rapper; |
| B-boy style poet |
| And if ya' didn’t know, then I’m lettin' you know it! |
| I’m droppin' MCs — Cold knockin' 'em out |
| And you’ll never go the distance in a one-round bout |
| See, I recite a funky lyric — A rapper, I boast |
| I put eggs and bacon, and eat 'em like toast! |
| Perpetratin' to use the name «Prince» |
| You’re a duck and a sucka' without any sense |
| 'Cuz the prince of rap rhymin' - Who else could it be? |
| But, me… Mark…Markie…Markie Dee |
| Word! |
| In the place to be |
| But, uh… Well, I… Well, I |
| B-r-r…b-r-rip…Bust it! |
| Well, I’m a highly intellectual rhyme reciter |
| A verbally speakin' hip-hop professor |
| A super entertainer and original rhyme writer |
| My name is Kool Rock and I’m a lover, not a fighter |
| The top-o-the heap at the fullest peak |
| Gettin' stronger and stronger while the rest get weak |
| So, you better call the army |
| 'Cuz Kool Rock-ski is on a rap rampage! |
| The darkest MC you ever saw |
| Got gold on my neck and rhymes galore |
| Got the power of a and I can’t be stopped |
| I’m a MC dream and the cream-o-the crop |
| Bust that! |
| Word! |
| In the place get’n busy |
| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| 1987 makin' much noise! |
| Ya' know it, ya' know it |
| B-r-rip, b-r-rip, b-r-rip, b-r-rip…Bust it! |