Ich hab schon mal erwähnt, dass mir Bozoma Saint mit ihrer Präsentation auf der Juni-2016-Apple-Keynote ziemlich beeindruckt hat.
Dabei hat sie auch das Lied „Rappers Delight“ von der Sugarhill Gang angespielt. So als „Nachtrag“ dazu würde ich euch noch gerne den Songtext nachreichen.
I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie
to the hip hip hop, you don’t stop
the rockin‘ to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogity beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I’m rappin‘ to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I’d like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
But first, I gotta bang bang the 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 will make your body rock
Well, so far you’ve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank
Come on, Hank, sing that song
Check it out, I’m the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A
and the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
and these reasons I’ll tell ya why
You see I’m six foot one and I’m tons of fun
and I dress to a ‚T‘
You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali
and I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars
that definitely ain’t the whack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall
I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball
Hear me talkin‘ ‚bout checkbooks, credit cards
More money than a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn’t give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
Not a dime ‚til I made it again
Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)
Ya say I’m gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin‘
Drive off in a def O.J.
Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
Say if your girl starts actin‘ up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, am I mellow?
It’s on you, so what you gonna do?
Well it’s on an‘ on an‘ on on an‘ on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I’m goin‘ down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I’m feelin‘ the highs and you’re feelin‘ the lows
The beat starts gettin‘ into your toes
ya start poppin‘ ya fingers and stompin‘ your feet
and movin‘ your body while you’re sittin‘ in your seat
And then damn, you start doin‘ the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
then ya throw your hands high in the air
ya rockin‘ to the rhythm, shake your derriere
ya rockin‘ to the beat without a care
with the sureshot MCs for the affair
Now, I’m not as tall as the rest of the gang
but I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
all I’m here to do ladies is hypnotize
singin‘ on an‘ an‘ on an‘ on an‘ on
the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
singin‘ on n n on n on on n on
like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
pop da pop pop ya don’t dare stop
come alive y’all, gimme what ya got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
and find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that’s okay, I still keep in stride
‚Cause all I’m here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin‘ on an‘ an‘ on an‘ on an‘ on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Singin‘ on an‘ an‘ on an‘ on on an‘ on
Rock, rock y’all, throw it on the floor
I’m gonna freak ya here, I’m gonna freak ya there
I’m gonna move you outta this atmosphere
‚Cause I’m one of a kind and I’ll shock your mind
I’ll put t-t-tickets in your behind
I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor
a-come alive y’all, a-gimme what ya got
‚Cause I’m guaranteed to make you rock
I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin‘ for?
I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop
the rockin‘ to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogity beat
skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo
And guess what America we love you
cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
you could rock till you’re a hundred and one years old
I don’t mean to brag i don’t mean to boast
but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
rock it up baby bubba
baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
to the beat beat, its so unique
come on everybody and dance to the beat
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a-you don’t stop
rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,
the boogie to the boogity beat
I said I cant wait ‚til the end of the week
when I’m rappin‘ to the rhythm of a groovy beat
and attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you can’t speak
And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called the freak
And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
rest a little while so ya don’t get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on, Hank sing that song
to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong
Well, I’m imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I’m the grandmaster with the three MCs
that shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front
you do the freak, spank, and do the bump
and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point
We’re treacherous trio, we’re the serious joint
a-from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
because they say that miracles never cease
I’ve created a devastating masterpiece
I’m gonna rock the mic ‚til you cant resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well, I was comin‘ home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she’s heard stories and she’s heard fables
that I’m vicious on the mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before
she said damn fly guy, I’m in love with you
the Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way, baby what’s your name?
said I go by the name of Lois Lane
and you could be my boyfriend you surely can
just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
i said he’s a fairy, i do suppose
flyin‘ through the air in pantyhose
he may be very sexy or even cute
but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit
i said you need a man who’s got finesse
and his whole name across his chest
he may be able to fly all through the night
but can he rock a party ‚til the early light
he can satisfy you with his little worm
but I can bust you out with my super sperm
I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it
an‘ I’m here an‘ I’m there, I’m Big Bank Hank, I’m everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
and party hardy like you just don’t care
Let’s do it don’t stop y’all a tick a tock y’all you don’t stop
go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)
I’m gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.
everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn
you say if your girl starts actin‘ up, then you take her friend
I say skip, dive, what can i say
I can’t fit em all inside my O.J.
so I just take half and bust them out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house
It was twelve o’clock, one Friday night
I was rockin‘ to the beat and feelin‘ all right
Everybody was dancin‘ on the floor
Doin‘ all the things they never did before
And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean
She came into the bar, she came into the scene
As she traveled deeper inside the room
All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons
She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
Then she turned around and shook her behind
So I said to myself, it’s time for me to release
my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
and now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
now the group you hear is called phase two
and let me tell you somethin‘ we’re a hell of a crew
Once a week we’re on the street
just a-cuttin‘ the jams and making it free
For you to party, you got to have the movies
So we’ll get right down and give you the groove
For you to dance, you gotta get hype
So we’ll get right down for you tonight
Now the system’s on and the girls are there
You definitely have a rockin‘ affair
But let me tell ya somethin‘ there’s still one fact
That to have a party, you got to have a rap
So when the party’s over you’re makin‘ it home
and tryin‘ to sleep before the break of dawn
and while ya sleepin‘ ya start to dream
and thinkin‘ how ya danced on the disco scene
My name appears in your mind
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was phase two, just a doin‘ a do
Rockin‘ you down cause you know we could
to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak
come alive girls, get on your feet
To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
To the double beat beat that it makes you freak
To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on
on an‘ on into the break of dawn
Now, I got a man comin‘ on right now
He’s guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
come on Wonder Mike, do what you like
Like a can of beer that’s sweeter than honey
Like a millionaire that has no money
Like a rainy day that is not wet
Like a gamblin‘ fiend that does not bet
Like Dracula with out his fangs
Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
Like collard greens that don’t taste good
Like a tree that’s not made out of wood
Like goin‘ up and not comin‘ down
is just like the beat without the sound no sound
to the beat beat, you do the freak
everybody just rock and dance to the beat
have you ever went over a friend’s house to eat
and the food just ain’t no good?
I mean the macaroni’s soggy the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by sayin‘ that you’re full
and then your friend says momma he’s just being polite
he ain’t finished uh uh that’s bull
so your heart starts pumpin‘ and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate
and your friend says „man, there’s plenty of food“
so he piles some more on your plate
while the stinky food’s steamin‘
your mind starts to dreamin‘
of the moment it’s time to leave
and then you look at your plate
and your chicken’s slowly rottin‘
into something that looks like cheese
oh so you say that’s it, i got to leave this place
I don’t care what these people think
I’m just sittin‘ here makin‘ myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stinks
so you bust out the door while it’s still closed
still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of Kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says „I understand about the food
baby bubba but we’re still friends“
with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip a hop a you don’t stop the rockin
to the bang bang boogie
say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat
I say Hank? can ya rock?
Can you rock to the rhythm that just don’t stop?
Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?
I said come on make the make the people move
I go to the halls and then ring the bell
because I am the man with the clientele
And if you ask me why I rock so well
I’m Big Bank, I got clientele
and from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice that I ever had
It came from my wise, dear old dad
He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you
and don’t say a word until I’m through
Now, there’s a time to laugh a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever you do in your lifetime
You never let a MC steal your rhyme
So from sixty six ‚til this very day
I’ll always remember what he had to say
So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style
I let them know that I’m versatile
I got style, finesse and a little black book
That’s filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
But there’s a thing that separates you from me
and that is called originality
because my rhymes are on from what you heard
I didn’t even bite and not a goddamn word
and I say a little more later on tonight
so the sucker MC’s can bite all night
a-tick a-tock y’all a-beat beat y’all
a-let’s rock y’all ya don’t stop
You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)
You say I’m gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin‘
Drive off in a def O.J.
Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
You say if your girl starts actin‘ up, then you take her friends
a-like that y’all, to the beat y’all
Beat-beat y’all, you don’t stop
a-Master Gee, am I mellow?
It’s on you so whatcha gonna do?
Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show
a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo
Well, like The Bar-Kays singin‘ Holy Ghost
The sounds to throw down, they’re played the most
It’s like my man, Captain Sky
whose name he earned with his super sperm
we rock and we don’t stop
get off y’all, I’m here to give you whatcha got
to the beat that it makes you freak
and come alive girl, get on your feet
a-like a Perry Mason without a case
Like Farrah Fawcett without her face
Like The Bar-Kays on the mic
Like gettin‘ right down for you tonight
Like movin‘ your body so ya don’t know how
right to the rhythm and throw down
Like comin‘ alive to the Master Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
i said the age of one my life begun
at the age of two i was doin‘ the do
at the age of three it was you and me
rockin‘ to the sounds of the Master Gee
at the age of four i was on the floor
givin‘ all the freaks what they bargained for
at the age of five i didn’t take no jive
with the Master Gee, its all the way live
at the age of six i was a pickin‘ up sticks
rappin‘ to the beat my stick was fixed
at the age of seven i was rockin‘ in heaven
don’tcha know i went off
i got right on down to the beat you see
gettin‘ right on down makin‘ all the girls
just take of their clothes to the beat the beat
to the double beat beat that makes you freak
at the age of eight i was really great
cause every night you see i had a date
at the age of nine i was right on time
cause every night i had a party rhyme
goin‘ on n n on n on on n on
the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
a sayin‘ on n n on n on on n on…
like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop
a saying on n n on n on on n on
cause I’m a helluva man when I’m on the mike
i am the definite feast delight
cause I’m a helluva man when I’m on the mike
i am the definite feast delight
Call me the Master Gee you see
the brother who rocks so viciously
Man merkt an der Länge des Textes, dass dieses Lied gute 7 Minuten dauert. ;-)
