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    The Sugarhill Gang - Rapper's Delight

    The Sugarhill Gang - Rapper's Delight (1979)

    Did this song not only invent rap, but ignite the culture war?



    "Rapper's Delight (Long Version)"

    [Wonder Mike:]
    I said a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie,
    To the hip, hip hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
    To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
    To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
    Now, what you hear is not a test,
    I'm rappin' to the beat,
    And me, the groove, and my friends
    Are gonna try to move your feet.
    See, I am Wonder Mike,
    And I'd like to say hello,
    To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
    The purple and yellow.
    But first, I gotta bang-bang, the boogie to the boogie,
    Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,
    Let's rock, you don't stop,
    Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock.
    Well so far, you've heard my voice,
    But I brought two friends along,
    And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
    C'mon, Hank, sing that song!

    [Big Bank Hank:]
    Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A,
    And the rest is F-L-Y,
    You see I go by the code of the Doctor of the Mix,
    And these reasons I'll tell you why.
    You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun
    And I dress to a T,
    You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali
    And I dress so viciously.
    I got bodyguards, I got two big cars
    That definitely ain't the wack,
    I got a Lincoln Continental and
    A sun-roofed Cadillac.
    So after school I take a dip in the pool,
    Which is really on the wall,
    I got a color TV, so I can see
    The Knicks play basketball.
    Hear me talk about checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money
    Than a sucker could ever spend,
    But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker
    Not a dime 'til I made it again.
    Everybody go ho-tel, mo-tel
    What you gonna do today? (Say what?)
    'Cause I'mma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank
    And drive off in a def OJ.
    Everybody go ho-tel, mo-tel,
    Holiday Inn,
    Say if your girl starts actin' up,
    Then you take her friend.
    Master Gee, am I mellow?
    It's on to you, so what you gonna do?

    [Master Gee:]
    Well, it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
    I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
    I said I go by the unforgettable name
    Of the man they call the Master Gee.
    Well, my name is known all over the world
    By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.
    I'm goin' down in history
    As the baddest rapper there ever could be.
    Now, I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows,
    The beat starts gettin' into your toes
    You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet
    And movin' your body while you're sitting in your seat
    And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak,
    I said damn! Right outta your seat
    Then you throw your hands high in the air,
    Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derrière
    Ya rockin' to the beat without a care,
    With the sureshot MCs for the affair.
    Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
    But I rap to the beat just the same.
    I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes
    All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize
    Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
    Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
    Pop da pop pop, you don't dare stop
    Come alive y'all, gimme what you got
    I guess by now you can take a hunch
    And find that I am the baby of the bunch
    But that's okay, I still keep in stride,
    'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
    Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
    Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor
    I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there,
    I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere.
    'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
    I'll put tick-tick-tickles in your behind.
    I said one, two, three, four
    Come on, girls, get on the floor
    Come alive, y'all, gimme what you got
    'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
    I said one, two, three, four,
    Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?

    [Wonder Mike:]
    I said a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie
    The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
    To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie,
    To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
    A Skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo,
    And guess what, America, we love you
    'Cause you rocked and a-rolled with so much soul,
    You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old.
    I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
    But we're like hot butter on your breakfast toast
    Rock it up, Baby Bubba!
    Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
    To the beat, beat, it's so unique
    Come on everybody and dance to the beat!

    [Drum break]

    The hip hop, the hippie to the hippie
    The hip hip, a hop, and you don't stop
    Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
    The boogie to the boogie, the beat.
    I said, I can't wait 'til the end of the week
    When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat
    And attempt to raise your body heat.
    Just blow your mind, so that you can't speak
    And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet
    And let it change up to a dance called the freak
    And when you finally do come into your rhythmic beat,
    Rest a little while so you don't get weak.
    I know a man named Hank
    He has more rhymes than a serious bank
    So come on, Hank, sing that song,
    To the rhythm of the boogie, the bang bang da bong!

    [Big Bank Hank:]
    Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp,
    The women fight for my delight.
    But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
    That shock the house for the young ladies
    And when you come inside, into the front,
    You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
    And when the sucker MC try to prove a point,
    We're a treacherous trio, we're the serious joint!
    From sun to sun and from day to day
    I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
    Because they say that miracles never cease
    I've created a devastating masterpiece
    I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist,
    Everybody, I say it goes like this
    Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
    A reporter stopped me for an interview
    She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
    That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
    This young reporter I did adore,
    So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
    She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you.
    The Casanova legend must have been true."
    I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
    Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane.
    And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can,
    Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman."
    I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose,
    Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
    He may be very sexy, or even cute,
    But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit,"
    I said, "You need a man man who's got finesse
    And his whole name across his chest.
    He may be able to fly all through the night,
    But can he rock a party 'til the early light?
    He can't satisfy you with his little worm,
    But I can bust you out with my super sperm!"
    I go do it, I go do it,
    I go do it, do it, do it.
    And I'm here and I'm there,
    I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere
    Just throw your hands up in the air
    And party hardy like you just don't care
    Let's do it, don't stop, y'all,
    A tick-a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!
    Go ho-tel, mo-tel, what you gonna do today? (Say what?)
    Cause I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank
    And drive off in a def OJ.
    Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel,
    Holiday Inn."
    You say if your girl starts actin' up,
    Then you take her friend
    I say skip, dive, what can I say?
    I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ,
    So I just take half, and bust 'em out,
    I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house

    [Master Gee:]
    It was twelve o'clock one Friday night
    I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right
    Everybody was dancin' on the floor
    Doin' all the things they never did before
    And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean
    She came into the bar, she came into the scene
    And she traveled deeper inside the room
    All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons
    She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
    Then she turned around and shook her behind
    So I said to myself, it's time for me to release
    My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
    And now people in the house, this is just for you
    A little rap to make you boogaloo
    Now the group you hear is called Phase Two
    And let me tell you somethin', we're a helluva crew
    Once a week, we're on the street
    Just to cut in the jams and look at your feet
    For you to party, you gotta have the moves,
    So we'll get right down and give you a groove
    For you to dance, you got to be hot
    So we'll get right down and make you rock
    Now the system's on and the girls are there
    You definitely have a rockin' affair
    But let me tell you somethin', there's still one fact
    And to have a party, you got to have a rap
    So when the party's over, you're makin' it home,
    And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn
    And while you're sleepin', you start to dream,
    And thinkin' how you danced on the disco scene
    My name appears in your mind,
    Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
    It was Phase Two just doin'-a-do
    Rockin' you down 'cause you knew we could
    To the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak,
    Come alive girls, get on your feet
    To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
    To the double beat beat that makes you freak
    To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on
    On'n'on into the break of dawn
    Now I got a man comin' on right now
    He's guaranteed to throw down
    He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
    Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!

    [Wonder Mike:]
    I say a can of beer that's sweeter than honey,
    Like a millionaire that has no money
    Like a rainy day that is not wet,
    Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet
    Like Dracula without his fangs,
    Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
    Like collard greens that don't taste good,
    Like a tree that's not made out of wood
    Like goin' up and not comin' down,
    Is just like the beat without the sound, none sound
    To the beat beat, you do the freak
    Everybody just rock and dance to the beat
    Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat
    And the food just ain't no good?
    I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed,
    And the chicken tastes like wood
    So you try to play it off like you think you can
    By saying that you're full
    And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite.
    He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
    So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie
    And you say that you already ate
    And your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food."
    So he piles some more on your plate
    While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'
    Of the moment it's time to leave
    And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'
    Into something that looks like cheese
    Oh so you say, "That's it, I gotta leave this place.
    I don't care what these people think.
    I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
    With this ugly food that stinks."
    So you bust out the door while it's still closed
    Still sick from the food you ate
    And then you run to the store for quick relief
    From a bottle of Kaopectate
    And then you call your friend two weeks later
    To see how he has been
    And he says, "I understand about the food,
    Baby Bubba, but we're still friends."
    With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
    The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop the rockin'
    To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie
    To the rhythm of the boogie the beat
    I said, "Hank, can ya rock?
    Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?
    Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?"
    I said, "Come on, make, make the people move!"

    [Big Bank Hank:]
    I go to the halls and then ring the bell
    Because I am the man with the clientele
    And if ya ask me why I rock so well,
    A Big Bang, I got clientele
    And from the time I was only six years old
    I never forgot what I was told
    It was the best advice that I ever had
    It came from my wise and dear old dad
    He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you.
    And don't say a word until I'm through.
    Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry.
    A time to live and a time to die.
    A time to break and a time to chill.
    To act civilized or act real ill.
    But whatever you do in your lifetime
    You never let an MC steal your rhyme."
    So from sixty-six 'til this very day
    I'll always remember what he had to say
    So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style
    I let them know that I'm versatile
    I got style, finesse, and a little black book
    That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
    But the thing that separates you from me
    And that is called originality
    Because my rhymes are on from what you heard
    I didn't even bite, not a god- word
    And I say a little more, later on tonight
    So the sucker MCs can bite all night
    A tick-a-tock, y'all, a beat beat, y'all
    A let's rock, y'all, you don't stop
    Ya go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel,
    What you gonna do today?" (Say what?)
    Ya say, "I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank
    And drive off in a def OJ."
    Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel,
    Holiday Inn."
    Ya say if your girl starts actin' up
    Then you take her friends
    A like that, y'all, to the beat, y'all
    Beat beat y'all, ya don't stop!
    A Master Gee, am I mellow?
    It's on to you so what you gonna do?

    [Master Gee:]
    Well, like Johnny Carson on the Late Show
    A like Frankie Crocker in stereo
    Well, like the Bar-Kays singin' "Holy Ghost"
    The sounds to throw down, they're played the most
    It's like my man Captain Sky
    Whose name he earned with his Super Sperm
    We rock and we don't stop
    Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you what you got
    To the beat that it makes you freak
    And come alive, girl, get on your feet
    A like a Perry Mason without a case
    Like Farrah Fawcett without her face
    Like the Bar-Kays on the mic
    Like gettin' right down for you tonight
    Like movin' your body so you don't know how
    Right to the rhythm and throw down
    Like comin' alive to the Master Gee
    The brother who rocks so viciously
    I said the age of one, my life begun
    At the age of two I was doin' the do
    At the age of three, it was you and me
    Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee
    At the age of four, I was on the floor
    Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for
    At the age of five I didn't take no jive
    With the Master Gee it's all the way live
    At the age of six I was a-pickin' up sticks
    Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed
    At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven
    Don't you know I went off?
    I gotta run on down to the beat you see
    Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls
    Just take off their clothes to the beat the beat
    To the double beat beat that makes you freak
    At the age of eight, I was a-really great
    'Cause every night, you see, I had a date
    At the age of nine, I was right on time
    'Cause every night I had a party rhyme
    Going on'n'n'on'n' on on'n'on
    The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
    I'm sayin' on'n'n'on'n' on on'n'on
    Like a hot buttered de pop pop de popcorn...
    Going on'n'n'on'n, don't you dare stop
    Rock rock ya'll, give me what you got
    Cause I'm helluva man, when I'm on the mic
    And I am the definite freak's delight
    I'm helluva man, when I'm on the mic
    I am the definite freak's delight
    They call me the Master Gee, you see
    The brother who rocks so viciously
    I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there
    I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
    Cause I'm one of a kind, and I'll shock your mind
    I'm gonna bring it all [?] to the rhyme
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    This $29.99 website that B&B owns won't let me edit my post from almost a year ago. This is an example of Big Business sticking it to the Little Guy.

    Original post, 3/23/2020, at 4:38pm. I think I was meditating on the loss of my father, some 10 years before. Or maybe that is completely inaccurate. Either way, I am righteous and express indignation. How shall we as a culture confront my indignation?

    Current Joys - Kids

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    Acid Raindrops - People Under The Stairs

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    Here is my Roll Call:

    Socrates
    Huang Po
    Einstein
    Isaac Newton
    James Clerk Maxwell
    Miles Davis
    Bob Marley
    Stanley Kubrick
    Russell Wilson
    Jesus
    Jesus Garcia from Nuevo Laredo (who still owes me $20)

    Peter Murphy - Roll Call

    Peter Murphy - Roll Call (1989)




    "Roll Call"

    On a long and winding grey paved street
    Your breath the only friend
    Chattering others surrounding you
    You're going out again
    It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
    You tell yourself
    While buttoning up a new red shirt
    It's been a twenty years of doing this
    Just the same night into night
    Day into day
    with your preset mind

    Wake up with a preset mind
    With no self control
    And you decide to call the Roll Call
    Of the socialites who mortified
    Can't see as far as their next surprise
    Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night
    Believing that they're alive and well
    But if asked
    They have nothing to tell
    Except the words of a clashing rhyme
    I'll calmed and out of sync
    Even real sounds like a zero
    To a brain in lip sync
    Roll'

    On a long and winding grey paved street
    Your breath the only friend
    Chattering others surrounding you
    You're going out again
    It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
    You tell yourself
    While buttoning up a new red shirt
    It's been a twenty years of doing this
    Just the same night into night
    Day into day
    Forget your preset mind
    Roll to the end
     
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    This is the reason why Classical Training can never hurt you. It allows you the deep flexibility that can be used in any style at any time. When you understand at a core level the underlying structure of music theory, you can adapt to any style. It is the difference between a purple belt and a black belt.

    Larnell Lewis Learns a Song

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    Larnell Lewis - Enter Sandman

    Larnell Lewis - Enter Sandman (2021) (Metallica cover)

    Larnell Lewis is a Jazz nerd who never heard Metallica's Enter Sandman before. What a nerd.

     
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    Snarky Puppy - Lingus (We Like It Here)

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    Viper Higgins - Baby Cow

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