Uda Man

This song is dedicated to the Donald Trump of rap

Kangol from UTFO

(We're only buggin)

[ *scratching of* ]

(Hey, listen to the man)

[ Delite ]

It's on me to start, so let me grab the handle

Bring forth the goods and slam with the ammo

Spark the charts to make heads nod

To leave my opposition like a vegetable retard

Shootin the gift to gab like a jab

And when time is up, hey you know you been stabbed

Don't get me wrong, I'm from a positive essence

Pourin the knowledge till I beat your conscience

The R the O D-e-l-i-t-e

MC Delite with the whole damn posse

So let me put my little ego in the can

And flip the job to Aasim

(Yo why?!) Cause you're the man!

[ Aasim ]

No, you're the man, D

[ Delite ]

No, no, you're the man, Aasim

[ Aasim ]

I told you, you the man

[ Delite ]

You're the man, Aasim

[ Aasim ]

You the man!

[ Delite ]

You're the man!

[ Aasim ]

Get off my leg

[ Delite ]

You're the man!

[ Aasim ]

Get off me!

[ Delite ]

You - you're the man!

[ Aasim ]

Here we are, back from vacation

It took a while cause of crazy situations

The Stet roadie, I am him

For those who don't know me, my name is Aasim

On the mic for the very first time

Gettin loose while I'm kickin my rhyme

Workin for the Stet, the only hip-hop band

Mix Machine Wise, I-I-I think you're the man

[ Wise ]

Kickin bits, I made you move and groove

But on on the smooth tip

Like a chameleon change into the opposite

Like the opposite of purple was brown

And if you're up, I can make you get down

And move right to left, from left back to right

It's not wrong

We got a few additions to this sing

But it's strong and not weak

And our style is real smooth

Instead of standin there, it'll make you move

Stetsa style and style is us

Sonic sound starts boomin on the Stetsa drums

Opposition of a rap group is a hip-hop band

In the land I had my chance, DBC, you the man

[ DBC ]

Hour of the man, I will slam, grand stand

With the ladies pants, party people dance

I am the Devastating Beat Creator, the non-greater

I rock the beats sweet like a Now & Later

I ram it, damn it, slam it - goddamn

But I won't, Bobby, you the man

[ Bobby Simmons ]

What?

Yo DB, I heard you the man!

[ DBC ]

Nah, you're the man, Bobby

[ Bobby Simmons ]

Yo DB, I heard that you was the man

[ DBC ]

I seen [Name] the other day, man

He said you was the man

[ Bobby Simmons ]

What?!

Ha-ha-ha-ha

[ Bobby Simmons ]

I'm not Young MC, I hit harder than a Hammer

Stop dancin and learn some new grammar

Put a leash on your girls, you better hold em

Cause if I get em, huh, I'ma bunk one

Bobby Simmons, I'm the Stet's funky drummer

Don't even try, cause there'll never be another

Cause we're the one and only hip-hop band

And as a unit, together we stand

We're not suckers like the Ku-Klux Klan

We give much respect to our fans

Daddy-O's the sucker of the band

Nah, nah, nah - yo, Paul's the man

[ Prince Paul ]

Ah yeah

In the place to be

I'm Prince Paul and also I'ma like do with e

So if you think you're bad and you wanna take a whiff

This is a style I call scratch 'n sniff

I don't bite, so let me be clear

(Hey mic controller, let's steal some of Paul's good ideas)

So now alter that and back to the plan

Yo Daddy-O, yo, I think you the man

[ Daddy-O ]

I guess that's my cue

(Hey, listen to the man)

I guess I'm the last one rhymin

(Hey, listen to the man)

Bobby called me a sucker

(Hey, listen to the man)

I guess that means I'm the man

Wickitty-wicked-a-wicked, I get wicked

If I got knots in my hair I just pick it

And when I'm in Brownsville I be kickin

And I might shop for my clothes out on Pitkin

I buy my records and tapes at the Soul Shack

Cool out ??on Langston Hughes?? cause it's like that

And then I take a trip to Pink Houses

Check out the girls with the pretty pink blouses

Sometimes you see me cool out in Redhook

Run up on Odad wrong, you might get took

??Sat low?? O.T. in Coney Island

I'm out in Marlborough where they be wildin

Live down the block from L.G.

And all the Gods say peace when they see me

Brooklyn's my home, and I'm proud of it too

And if I lefft you out, I didn't mean to

Paul made the track and the Stet's got his back

Say our rhyme was wack, you get slapped

Give me the mic, ask me to slay it, I can

(Are you a sucker, Daddy-O?) No, I'm the man..

(Hey, listen to the man)