[Intro]
Rap, these are the prime years
And we are the members of The Get Fresh Crew
On a lifetime mission to explore new beats and new cuts
To take rap music beyond a point that no other rapper has ever thought about before

You know why? (Why!)
Ask me why (Why!)
We on a mission!

[Chorus]
All the way to heaven, seventh heaven
All the way to heaven, all the, all the, all the
All the way to heaven, seventh heaven
All the way to heaven, oh

[Verse 1]
N-n-n-now my name is Doug E. Fresh and I love to perform
And, you know I got to have my Ballys on
But a new corporation around the block
Did not want (thing!) they did not want
Th-th-they did not want The Get Fresh Crew to rock
Because-a once we're together we can't be stopped
And the talent to rock it is what we've got
And people want us to break up, but we cannot
People want us to break up, but we cannot
To the tippy-tippy top ([?])
What up! (What up!) What up! We on a mission!
[Chorus]
All the way to heaven, seventh heaven (I think I wanna rock!)
All the way to heaven, all the, all the, all the (Get Fresh Crew!)
All the way to heaven, seventh heaven (I think I wanna rock!)
All the way to heaven, oh (I think, I think, I think I wanna rock!)

[Verse 2]
Now this will be the first time in history
A rap song is dedicated to G-O-D
And it's highly advanced, to make you dance
And if you're doing what I'm doing
[?] it's about to [?]
Achoo! (God bless you!) God bless you too!
Now tell me who wanna rock with The Get Fresh Crew?
(We do!) Cool!
When I asked this question people came in a mob
As if we had applications for a summer youth job
(Excuse me Doug E. Fresh, someone to see you named Bob)
Bob? (Yes Bob!) He drive that all-white Saab?
(Well) Tell him to him wait, I'm havin' lunch, I'm eatin' corn on the cob!
Now break! Hold up! Stop! My mistake, I made the beatbox break!
(Hit it!)

[Beatbox Break]
Uhh, excuse me, what is your name again?
[Verse 3]
The entertainer Doug E. Fresh is my claim to fame
But not too many people know the meaning of the name
Before I go, we're gonna let you see
My name and per-son-al-i-ty
D! "D" for dedication
O! "O" is for our
U! The "U" is for unique and the
G! "G" is for God
The "E" is ever so, and by now you guessed
That you can't spell Doug E. without the Fresh!
Human beatbox, rhyming specialist
Goin' for more and never settle for less
In the morning I brush my teeth with Crest
Until the cleaners, they get my Fila pressed
Because that's the way I dress (What!) Yes!
Ain't nothin' to it, but to do it
(Why's it gotta be you Doug!)
Somebody gotta do it
On and on until the breaks of dawn
And you know Get Fresh won't steer you wrong
You keep on until the breaks of day
(And-a) To try to understand what we say, okay
Now through strains and struggles, I made a vow
I put my hand on the bible and I said "Thou
Shalt always rock thee microphone"
With partners, friends, and if so, alone
And preach and preach, and through music I'll teach
Any group, company, posse or each
Person, personnel, and personally
Messages from God that's sent through me
'Cause I'm just like Moses, no one knows this
The way I dress and my lifestyle shows this
To be true God made things in two
With Chill Will and Barry Bee are The Get Fresh Crew
Say what, say what, say what
Say what, say what, say what
Say what, say what, say what
Say what, say what, say what
Say what, say what, say what

[Chorus]
All the way to heaven, seventh heaven
All the way to heaven, all the, all the, all the
All the way to heaven, seventh heaven
All the way to heaven, oh