THE RODENTZ - 1985 lyrics

rate me

Now here's a little story, again and again

About your two favorite rappers, who grew up as friends

1985, oh, that year was so live

Cool like a summer pool, we ready to dive

Into the water swimming, talking to the women

Bopping heads to the beat, wag your feet to the rhythm

1, 9, 8, 5, two fresh MC's and we ready to ride

80's baby, dope fashion for the ladies

We tearing it down, no ifs, ands and maybes

Lately, I've been feeling real old school

Bring rap back to New York, show you how to rip it, fool

Show you how to kill a tool, show you how to make the rule

Breaking the law, left jabs breaking your jaw

Breaking the floor, making it shake

Pulsate like migraines, make your body vibrate

Aiyo, Mouse, got that, full body in motion

The mysteries like species in the deep ocean

Check the commotion, when we start approaching

Coasting, burn it up like bread that be toasting

I'm hosting, premium hip hop, crush ya'll when this drops

Evade wack MC's when they lick shots

This rocks, the floor that you stand on

How do you feel now that your man's gone?

You damn wrong, don't incriminate, I discriminate

Who's the next bitch I gotta eliminate?

I take questions, I don't take answers

Flows from this, spin on head like break dancers

I'm that, speed shifter, five speed ripper

Making you slide across the floor like Japanese drifters

1985, I stay keeping this shit alive

I spit out information quickly like hard drives

I don't think you ready for the sequel

First you hear Mouse, then you hear the Cno

But, don't be scared, just be prepared

The best MC's, always come in pairs

We don't dance, we stand against the wall

Bop our heads, you looking stupid on the dance floor

Now, you wanted a bounce? Well, you got it

Bite this beat, steal it, rob it

Break dance, graffiti, DJ, MC

Or just stand back, look and see

Real fast, we run laps on these tracks

To the left, to the right, to the front, to the back

Listen clear, it's that time of the year

Grab your boom box and put this to your ear

20 years in the making, hip hop, we taking

Rodentz be real, everyone else is faking

One move, two step on the dance floor

I look closely, so I can see my chance for

Making you bounce til your knees get sore

You hear this beat, wondering what it's for

Now I don't want no one, to get so hurt

Blame me when they start to split the shirt

Panic when they see me come on the mic

I keep thumbs up like you trying to hitch a hike

Now this might feel good to your feet

Where's that AC at, you can't take this heat

Every step I take, catch the concrete

Bop your head, so you can stay on the beat

Bounce to this, and you can bounce to that

I'm Mouse, man, I don't need to fuck with a rat

Got your blood like the USSR, 'Russian'

All you bitch ass haters, need to keep it hushing