Making Noise - Fat Boys

1987, Markie Dee and Kool Rock — get’n busy

Prince of rap rhymin' - Any title I’ll snatch

When I’m through with your crew, bring a brand new batch

Line 'em up and then the termination starts

Step aside if you’re a sucka' that has no heart

'Cuz I go to a party just to rap and dance

When I’m done, I play the and strike the B-boy stance

Have my tool at my side for those I don’t trust

And when the party gets boring, I call it a bust

'Cuz I’m the prince of and serving fear

Got a punch that’ll knock ya' into next year

Gotta rhyme it when I say it — I’m sure you’ll agree

That the prince of rap rhymin' is Markie Dee

So, bust that

Get’n funky

In the place get’n busy

B-r-rip…Bust it!

B-r-r-r-ust it!

The power-lord of rap is about to speak

So, hail to the words of the mighty chief

And all duck MCs who thought I was soft:

Step back while the mighty Kool Rock goes off

Stimulatin', motivatin' with the rappin' skill

I can never be beaten;

that’s the way I feel

Try to take what’s mine, you will be slain

My job is to rap and that’s my claim

So, he’s the best you heard

I can speak with soft or duelin' words

I can act like a sucka', a punk, or a duck

Or I can act real hard and just rough you up

There ain’t no tellin' what I’m gonna do next

So, don’t you wink or even flex

Just glide with the rhythm and flow with the beat

And watch the Rock get busy on the m-i-c

Word!

Get’n funky — in the place!

Word!

Well, I… Well…B-r-rip-dip

Well, I climbed the highest mountain, swam the deepest sea

And I’ve yet to find a rapper that can deal with me

But, my position is prince of rap rhymin'

Bustin' A’s in skill, ability and timin'

Finesse and grace, with talent and poise

And ya' know, when at a party, Markie Dee makes noise

I’m a well-known rapper;

B-boy style poet

And if ya' didn’t know, then I’m lettin' you know it!

I’m droppin' MCs — Cold knockin' 'em out

And you’ll never go the distance in a one-round bout

See, I recite a funky lyric — A rapper, I boast

I put eggs and bacon, and eat 'em like toast!

Perpetratin' to use the name «Prince»

You’re a duck and a sucka' without any sense

'Cuz the prince of rap rhymin' - Who else could it be?

But, me… Mark…Markie…Markie Dee

Word!

In the place to be

But, uh… Well, I… Well, I

B-r-r…b-r-rip…Bust it!

Well, I’m a highly intellectual rhyme reciter

A verbally speakin' hip-hop professor

A super entertainer and original rhyme writer

My name is Kool Rock and I’m a lover, not a fighter

The top-o-the heap at the fullest peak

Gettin' stronger and stronger while the rest get weak

So, you better call the army

'Cuz Kool Rock-ski is on a rap rampage!

The darkest MC you ever saw

Got gold on my neck and rhymes galore

Got the power of a and I can’t be stopped

I’m a MC dream and the cream-o-the crop

Bust that!

Word!

In the place get’n busy

Know what I’m sayin'?

1987 makin' much noise!

Ya' know it, ya' know it

B-r-rip, b-r-rip, b-r-rip, b-r-rip…Bust it!