Christmas Rappin' Lyrics - Kurtis Blow - Kurtis Blow

[Intro] 

[Storyteller] 

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house 

[Kurtis Blow] 

Hold it now! Wait, hold it. That's played out. Hit it! 

[Verse 1] 

Don't you give me all that jive about things you wrote before I's alive 

Cause this ain't 1823 -- ain't even 1970 

Now I'm the guy named Kurtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know 

So every year just about this time, I celebrate it with a rhyme 

Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, gonna make it good 

Gonna rock shock clock it through your neighbourhood 

Gonna read, gonna sing it till it's understood 

My rappin' bout to happen like a knee you've been slapping 

Or a toe you've been tapping on a hunk of wood 

Bout a red-suited dude with a friendly attitude 

And a sleigh full of goodies for for the people on the block 

Got a long white beard, maybe looks kind a weird 

And if you ever see him, he could give you quite a shock 

Now people let me tell ya bout last year 

When the dude came flying over here 

Well, the hog was out, snow's on the ground 

Folks stayed in to party down 

The beat was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my socks 

And the drummer played at a solid pace 

And a taste of the bass was in my face 

And the guitar player layed down a heavy layer 

Of the funky junky rhythm of the disco beat 

And the guy with the 88's started to participate 

And I could sure appreciate a sound so sweat 

We were all in the mood so we had a little food 

And a joke, and a smoke, and a little bit of wine 

When I thought I heard a hoof on the top of the roof 

Could it be or was it me? I was feeling super fine 

So I went to your attic where I thought heard the static 

On the chance that the prance was somebody breaking in 

But the noise on the top was a reindeer clop 

Just a trick St. Nick, and I let the sucker in 

He was roly, he was poly, and I said, "Holy moly! 

You got a lot of whiskers on your chinny chin chin" 

He allowed he was proud of the hairy little crowd 

On the point of his jaw where the skin should've been 

Gets cool for a fool going out every Yule 

For a day on a sleigh when the cold went low 

So the beard may be weird but I'll never have it sheared 

Cause it's warm in the storm when it's ten below 

I said, "You're right, it's cold tonight 

But can you stop for a drop before you go?" 

He said, "Why not if the music's hot? 

And I'll chance a dance beneath the mistletoe" 

So he went downstairs and forgot his guests 

And he rocked the spot and danced like a pro 

And every young girl tried to rock his world 

But he boogie oogie oogied til he had to go 

And before he went, this fine old gent 

Brought a gift with a sift through his big red bags 

In the top or the bottom, he reached in and got 'em 

Toys for the boys, for the girls glad rags 

And the grownups got some presents too 

A new TV and a stereo 

A new Seville bout as blue as the sky 

The best that money couldn't buy 

Cause money could never ever buy the feeling 

The one that comes from not concealing 

The way you you feel about your friends 

And this is how the story ends 

The dude in red's back at the Pole 

Up north where everything is cold 

But if he were right here tonight 

He'd say, Merry Christmas and to all a good night