And now,
ladies and gentlemen,
the moment you have all been waiting for.
The final moment,
when we shall know whether
our experiment
has been a success.
Light!
Brooklyn, up in the club
Alliance, up in the club
Been down with the scene
ever since thirteen
Everybody knows the king
was the first to bring
A devastating rap to the massive crowd
No heckling, boos, or hissing aloud
Cause when the king is on the mic,
it's a sure enough treat
And I can tell that you approve
by the tap of your feet
Or by the bopping of your head,
moving of your torso
Yo, I'm the king of chilling,
you just ought to know
But there's no doubt in the mind,
I'm the one to provide
A kickin' live party while the
others have died
Cuz rhymes like this allow me to exist
At the top of the list of
things you can't resist
So, uh, you know the story and
you've heard the facts
So plain as day and clear as
Calico
Jack
I'm the king of chill, top -notch on the rack
And if you don't agree to that,
then get off that crack
So
Kate
Swift, huh, without further delay
Come on and get on the mic,
bitch, let's go
Get off your ass cold clappin' while my
voice is cold rappin'
Everybody jammin',
only suckers cold snappin'
Do it to simplicity, only done to ecstasy
Fellas want the fresh water,
girlies want the best of me
I don't mean to say that I'm
the best or the greatest
Only where we screw up,
they come and try to rate us
Alliance in a pact, in a group or solo
I sport a session while they sport polo
Girls, I wanna clock them,
I try to knock them
The boyfriends try to riff,
but my 45 stops them
Ayo, scale, I'm about to jet
Get on the mic, ready to set
The beat is tough,
so get your ears tuned in
Cause you will never hear a
DJ rhyme like this again
It's a rhyme seldom heard,
I rarely won this one
Only say it to the
DJs, who I call my sons
Like a son you got to learn
to abide and obey
Cause I'm giving all the orders,
nothing for you to say
Hand me your 12s,
take your mix and shred it piece by piece
Cause your
DJ days are over, your career will cease
I'm super nice,
top notch and there ain't no question
And when I burn
DJs I make them lose their complexion
I leave you in an awesome
state of total rejection
I never make mistakes,
I'm what they call perfection
Outstanding, outspoken,
always incredible
Attempting it live and it will be
regrettable
AHHHHHHHHH
Up and loose now
Up and loose now
Up and loose now
Up and loo -
Now let me explain the
game and its players
The
DJ cutting up in the dope rhymes say is
One,
King of chill, yes indeed
One and remaining of a dying breed
Yo I'm living proof of
Darwin's big feat
Survival of the fittest
overcomes the weary
Two,
K.
Smith from the case from the get go
Ladies get excited when my
voice is on tempo
A master, a genius, a wish -fulfiller
The
K may be cool, but it stands for killer
Three!
DJ
Skill, you know he spoke before
But the girlies wanna hear the
brother speak some more
And he will!
Yo
DJ
Skill, do you have finesse?
In scratchin' terms, that means yes!
Just a wink of an eye, that's all it takes
It's the sound it makes when
Skill is
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bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop
I've been losin' my, I've been losin' my,
I've been losin' my
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, now