[{"id":32130274,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (short version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (short version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper’s Delight","duration":389.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (short version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper’s Delight\n  duration_ms: 389000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":19646954,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rappers Delight","duration":381.221333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Short Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rappers Delight\n  duration_ms: 381221\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":20511238,"name":"Rapper's Delight (short version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (short version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight","duration":411.193469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (short version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight\n  duration_ms: 411193\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":20379878,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (short version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (short version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper’s Delight","duration":238.027812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (short version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper’s Delight\n  duration_ms: 238028\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":21460014,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (short version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (short version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper’s Delight","duration":235.885714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (short version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper’s Delight\n  duration_ms: 235886\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":21438381,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rappers Delight","duration":406.269229,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Short Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rappers Delight\n  duration_ms: 406269\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":27848346,"name":"Rapper's Delight (short version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (short version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight","duration":396.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (short version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight\n  duration_ms: 396000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":19635950,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","artistName":"the Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Mega Oldies Box","duration":350.6666752,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Short Version)\n  artist: the Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Mega Oldies Box\n  duration_ms: 350667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":17226279,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"80s Chart Hits - Extended Versions Vol. 3","duration":428.04565,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Short Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: 80s Chart Hits - Extended Versions Vol. 3\n  duration_ms: 428046\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":26689129,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Short Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"The Best Long Versions Ever 37","duration":428.089604,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Short Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: The Best Long Versions Ever 37\n  duration_ms: 428090\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":26767043,"name":"Rapper's Delight [Short 12\" Version]","trackName":"Rapper's Delight [Short 12\" Version]","artistName":"Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"The Hip Hop BoxI","duration":431.838188,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight [Short 12\" Version]\n  artist: Sugarhill Gang\n  album: The Hip Hop BoxI\n  duration_ms: 431838\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":26991637,"name":"Rapper's Delight [Short 12'' Version]","trackName":"Rapper's Delight [Short 12'' Version]","artistName":"Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Hip Hop-GoldI","duration":431.968813,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight [Short 12'' Version]\n  artist: Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Hip Hop-GoldI\n  duration_ms: 431969\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":27306918,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Short 12\" Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Short 12\" Version)","artistName":"Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Kurtis Blow Presents: The History Of Rap - 02: The Birth Of The Rap Record","duration":432.597417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Short 12\" Version)\n  artist: Sugarhill Gang\n  album: 'Kurtis Blow Presents: The History Of Rap - 02: The Birth Of The Rap Record'\n  duration_ms: 432597\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"}]