Bust The Facts Lyrics - Singles - Lil Ced

{"here's a little story that must be told.."} 

Ahh yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

{"here's a little story that must be told.."} 

You're listenin to the sounds, of the best mc, in the world.. 

Lil Ced! {*echoes*} 

{"go off, and go off.."} 

verse1:I got a flyer in my hand, bambaataa with cold crush 

The place is packed, with johnny wa and rayvon 

Lovely ladies smellin sweet, with a lot of avon 

Jazzy jay by my side, charlie chase behind me 

Flash and theodore, super cuts that blind me 

"catch a groove" is the rhythm, spinnin back and forth 

From the east and the valley, swingin back up north 

Towards the south bronx, euceda park and webster 

The speakers are pumpin, power bass is thumpin 

With the ultramega amp, keepin pep up, jumpin 

From side to side, the double meters'll peak 

They had some good mc's, a lot of them, they was weak 

They no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak 

Melle mel had the best rhymes, rankin with caz 

Kool moe tried to get down, but i made him sit down 

With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this 

Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn 

To ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Seven years later toy you still crusty crust 

Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty 

And under your arms you're kickin power and musty 

Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll 

Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold 

While you're listenin, i throw a buzz in your ear 

Bust the facts! 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

verse2:Now swing your partner around, dosey-dosey 

Like musical chairs and ring around the rosie 

The party you pace see, kool herc with j.c. 

The herculoids battle, the disco twins 

Funky rhymes with breakbeats, the dj spins 

For the l brothers, steppin right in the scene 

Mean gene was maxin, rockin rob went to work 

While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk 

With the belt drive, technics and b-1's 

With the orange light shinin, the red on d-1's 

Direct drive and nova, i'm chillin with g.l.o.b.e. 

Mr. biggs and pow-wow, monk and superman 

Pullin out that olde e, that funky funky 40 ounce 

Ikey c from cosmic, the bass bottom bounce 

Red alert in the booth, the t-connection to mix 

Silly rabbit.. you know my style has trix 

To go on, to the next line, to the break of dawn 

While i move up step, to the early early morn 

With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme popcorn 

Never smokin or sniffin or ever jokin or riffin 

Because it's time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic 

Donald rock and whipper whip, neither rapper was plastic 

Back in the days, you had to be so sarcastic 

To stretch out a rhyme, and make it double elastic 

You learn new jack, step back and be wack 

You know what time it is boy, and every mic i smoke 

Bust the facts! 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

verse3:Later on at the boys club, while tom excel 

I got a name for your brain that surely rings a bell 

Patti duke had the nice hands, swift with billy boy 

Playin james brown records, you stupid you silly boy 

Bongo rockin, hard where the rhythm go 

You fake and pass, busy bee give and go 

To the aj scratch, a funky beat that matched 

With a two-second break, that was hard to catch 

Dst was mixin, slicin with his elbows 

Freakin the wheels, loopin rhymes, here we go 

To the master faster, speed up and go faster 

Turn my jvc to mega power and blast the 

Mario tape, yes the disco king 

With the b-side the funky drums, no new jack swing 

Happy rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck 

You had the zulus the nine crew, you're pushin your luck 

The casanovas was maxin all scheamin to duck 

You had the black spades, plus the savage skulls 

Gangbangin was over, neither crew is exist 

They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss 

So on the rhymes kept rollin, straight up into disco 

Eddie cheeba was sweet g, and back up to cisko 

And freaker islam, with the great love squids 

Spinnin high-top beats, can you check it, you dig 

Lil Ced out smokin, my lyrics are hot 

Bust the facts! 

{"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."} 

{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."} 

{"let's rock, get bigger.."}