Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Name Is Young, artist - Young MC. Album song Stone Cold Rhymin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
My Name Is Young |
| Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man |
| Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand |
| Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue |
| I’ll tell you now my name, my name is Young |
| But do you think that it’s your destiny |
| To get the best of me, but I suggest to be |
| Quiet, bro', don’t even try it from the east and west of me |
| Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it |
| Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I’m not fakin' it |
| Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf |
| Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself |
| This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs |
| And it’s no accident that these rhymes sound tough |
| I’m goin' off, baby, there’s no turnin' back |
| I’m on your TV, on your album, cassette, and 8-track |
| And when the show is finally finished I’ll be takin' my bow |
| My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| I got know-how |
| Party people |
| I got know… how |
| I kick it just like this… |
| I got juice like the president, I’m makin' rappers hesitant |
| Invite me to your house and I’ll be chillin' like a resident |
| Yes, cuz I’m that type of man |
| Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am |
| I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' Y’all wonder |
| Why I’m on top with all the other rappers under |
| I make no errors, mistakes or blunders |
| It’s like a wedding, let no man put asunder |
| My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well |
| Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell |
| It’s no hocus-pocus, I’ll just get you into focus |
| And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts |
| Smooth operator, female persuader |
| Spot a fly girl and in a week I’m gonna date her |
| I got the kind of style for the here and the now |
| And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| I got know-how |
| Party people |
| I got know… how |
| Bust it! |
| MC’s I’ll ruin, cuz I know what I’m doin' |
| I’ll treat 'em like Doublemint gum and start chewin' |
| I spit 'em out when the flavor’s gone |
| And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn |
| Cuz I’m tough like a bone, sly like Stallone |
| Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone |
| Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror |
| Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors |
| Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard |
| With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard |
| Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often |
| Hard as a rock and no sign I’ll soften |
| Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect |
| I start to build like a builder from an architect |
| Movin' all around, above and under the ground |
| You see my face, and then you hear my sound |
| Comin' atcha with the mic in hand |
| I’m gonna take command just the way I planned |
| Cuz I’m a one-man band and you are my fan |
| Don’t you understand? |
| I’m like Superman |
| Yeah, the Man of Steel, don’t you know the deal? |
| You better be for real, I got sex appeal |
| This is what I feel, and this here’s my vow |
| And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| I got know-how… |
| And I’m chillin' |
| Never illin' |
| In my mouth, I got two fillins… |
| Whatever! |
| I’m on the mic, cold stone gettin' over |
| My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it… |