Juice - Kurtis Blow

I was walkin' down the avenue the other day

When I heard this crazy sound

It was nothing but a guy with a set of drums

But he was really gettin' down

He said my name is Jack and I’m a rhythm attack

When I got a pair of sticks in hand

I got savoir-faire on the bass and snare

And I’m here to take my stand

I got juice

The next to show was a guy named Joe

Came in from Kalamazoo

Had a Kangol cap with a real smooth rap

And he knew just what to do

He was an outta work bricklayer, part-time conga player

Brought along a set of LP’s

Don’t do a lot of talkin', let my fingers do the walkin'

And I play just as pretty as you please

I got juice

There was a guy with a bass, had a handsome face

And designer clothes all around

He said I’m into threads, don’t wear Pro Keds

But I can make that funky sound

I play Fender Jazz, I got razz-ma-tazz

I got style from head to toe

It’s a funky sound that I learned uptown

And I’m here to let you know

I got juice

About a minute went by when another guy

Showed up with an old guitar

Well it had to be from World War III

Or run over by a car

It don’t look like much, but it’s sweet to touch

They don’t make 'em like this today

It’s been around, but check the sound

Then see what you say

I got juice

There was a dude with a bongo, came from the Congo

Had a rough beat of his own

He dressed real strange, wore beads and chains

But he could rock you all alone

He said call me Chief and I’ve got relief

For those weary dancin' blues

I got jungle heat from a primitive beat

And I know I’ll move your shoes, HUH-HUH

I got juice

The next to show was Kurtis Blow

With timbales in his hands

Well I’m known for rap and I play with snap

And I think you’ll understand

Now I was taught to play in a different way

By a dude known as Delgado

He said listen to me and you soon will be

A timbale desperado

I got juice

What do you say when you’re bustin' loose?

(Juice!, Juice!)

It’s good for the gander and chilly for the goose

(Juice!, Juice!)

Breakin' out from that weekday noose

(Juice!, Juice!)

Gettin' down on the one and up on the deuce

(Juice!, Juice!)