Chap-Hop History by Mr.B The Gentleman Rhymer Lyrics
(Spoken)
Right then
It has become increasingly clear to me
That some of you have not been paying attention
So here it is
I give to you, ladies and gentlemen
Thirty years of hip hop history in five minutes
Featuring myself and my banjolele
Hip hop hippy
Hippy dippy hip hop
And you don't stop
Knocking to the bang bang
Boogie see up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogity beat
Now what you hear is not a test
I am rapping to the beat
And me, the groove, and my chums
Are going to try to move your feet
You see, I am Mr. B
And I'd like to say hello (Hello!)
To the black to the white
The red and the brown
And the purple and yellow
But first
I've gotta a bang bang
A 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 next on the mic are Run-DMC
Come on chaps sing that song
Well, I'm the king of rock
There is none higher
Sucka MC should call me sire
To flow my castle you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I retire
When I rock the party and come correct
All the cuts are on time and rhymes connect
Got the right to vote and will elect
All the rappers can't stand me
But give me respect
(Spoken)
They do give respect, really. I mean, they do act out, but, ah, generally speaking, they're awfully nice chaps. Anyway, here's an enormous guitar solo. Let's go
("Enormous 'Guitar' Solo")
(Yeah! Check it!)
You wake up late for school and you don't want to go
You ask mama please but she still says no
You miss two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class you're a bally nincompoop
You gotta fight
For your right
To partaaay
You gotta fight
For your right
To partaaay
(You're blind, baby. You're blind from the facts of who ya are cause you watchin' that garbage)
The woman makes the men all pause
And if you had a woman she might make you forget yours
There's a five letter word to describe her character
Hmmm, her brain's been washed by an actor
Any real man that tries to reproach
He really rather gets dislike a (?)
I don't think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Code looking for a hero
She watch channel zero
(ahahahahahah)
Don't call it a comeback
I've been here for years
Rocking my peers and putting suckers in fear
Making the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosion
Overpowering
Over the competition
I'm towering
Records shot when I drop
These lyrics
That'll make you call the cops
Don't you dare
Stare
You better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest
That have all been sliced and diced
Competition's paying the price
I am going to knock you out
Mother says knock you out
I am going to knock you out
Mother says knock you out
I am going to knock you out
Mother says knock you out
I am going to knock you out
Mother says knock you out
Break it down
(Spoken)
And then along came the daisy age, you see
Three, that's the magic number
Yes, it is, it's a magic number
Somewhere in this hip hotel
The unity was born three chaps and me
That's the magic number
(Spoken)
Well, there you have it ladies and gentlemen. It only remains for me now to reintroduce to you your lecturer
(What?)
My name is, (ooh) my name is, (I say) my name is
Mr. B
(What?)
And I am, (ooh) and I am, (tally-ho) and I am
The gentleman rhymer
(What?)
My name is, (ooh) my name is, (indeed) my name is
Mr. B
(What?)
And I am, (ooh), and I am, (tally-ho) and I am
Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer
Right then
It has become increasingly clear to me
That some of you have not been paying attention
So here it is
I give to you, ladies and gentlemen
Thirty years of hip hop history in five minutes
Featuring myself and my banjolele
Hip hop hippy
Hippy dippy hip hop
And you don't stop
Knocking to the bang bang
Boogie see up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogity beat
Now what you hear is not a test
I am rapping to the beat
And me, the groove, and my chums
Are going to try to move your feet
You see, I am Mr. B
And I'd like to say hello (Hello!)
To the black to the white
The red and the brown
And the purple and yellow
But first
I've gotta a bang bang
A 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 next on the mic are Run-DMC
Come on chaps sing that song
Well, I'm the king of rock
There is none higher
Sucka MC should call me sire
To flow my castle you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I retire
When I rock the party and come correct
All the cuts are on time and rhymes connect
Got the right to vote and will elect
All the rappers can't stand me
But give me respect
(Spoken)
They do give respect, really. I mean, they do act out, but, ah, generally speaking, they're awfully nice chaps. Anyway, here's an enormous guitar solo. Let's go
("Enormous 'Guitar' Solo")
(Yeah! Check it!)
You wake up late for school and you don't want to go
You ask mama please but she still says no
You miss two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class you're a bally nincompoop
You gotta fight
For your right
To partaaay
You gotta fight
For your right
To partaaay
(You're blind, baby. You're blind from the facts of who ya are cause you watchin' that garbage)
The woman makes the men all pause
And if you had a woman she might make you forget yours
There's a five letter word to describe her character
Hmmm, her brain's been washed by an actor
Any real man that tries to reproach
He really rather gets dislike a (?)
I don't think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Code looking for a hero
She watch channel zero
(ahahahahahah)
Don't call it a comeback
I've been here for years
Rocking my peers and putting suckers in fear
Making the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosion
Overpowering
Over the competition
I'm towering
Records shot when I drop
These lyrics
That'll make you call the cops
Don't you dare
Stare
You better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest
That have all been sliced and diced
Competition's paying the price
I am going to knock you out
Mother says knock you out
I am going to knock you out
Mother says knock you out
I am going to knock you out
Mother says knock you out
I am going to knock you out
Mother says knock you out
Break it down
(Spoken)
And then along came the daisy age, you see
Three, that's the magic number
Yes, it is, it's a magic number
Somewhere in this hip hotel
The unity was born three chaps and me
That's the magic number
(Spoken)
Well, there you have it ladies and gentlemen. It only remains for me now to reintroduce to you your lecturer
(What?)
My name is, (ooh) my name is, (I say) my name is
Mr. B
(What?)
And I am, (ooh) and I am, (tally-ho) and I am
The gentleman rhymer
(What?)
My name is, (ooh) my name is, (indeed) my name is
Mr. B
(What?)
And I am, (ooh), and I am, (tally-ho) and I am
Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer