[Intro]

Ya'll wasn't expecting this one (Superstar)
What up, motherfuckers - this is A-F-R-O and Horror City (A-F-R-O)
What the fuck is goin' down?

[Horror City]

Yes, yes, ya'll - and ya don't stop
Yes, yes, ya'll - and to the beat, ya'll
Yes, yes, ya'll - and ya don't stop
Yes, yes, ya'll - and to the beat, ya'll

[Chorus: Biz Markie]

Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
You can even have a dance, or just have a seat and -

[Verse 1: Horror City]

My dialogue is analyzed in analog
Broke down, and Discog's my catalog
Tell stories of hot streets and black fog
Obituariеs, add names to the back log
More chalk around bodiеs
The teachers in the school lobby, tryna rob me, yeah probably
I ain't havin' it, pistol tucked in the cabinet
Grabbin' it, aimin' it, firin' warnin', hot blocks, Global Warming
Feds swarmin', kick in doors in the mornin'
I'm still yawnin' from touring, escape in a black Foreign
My street code and beast mode on the back road
I was told wishy was best served when it's ice cold?
A daredevil, another level, a rap rebel
Heavy metal, metal to metal, and when the dust settles
My name will be mentioned in rap with bad intentions
Wikipedia media, rap encyclopedia
[Chorus: Biz Markie]

Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
You can even have a dance, or just have a seat and -

[Verse 2: A-F-R-O]

Yo -
Bar none
Unanimous, the dude who command it, be brutal damage
Fuck it, shoot a shotty two-handed, but only needin' one
Losin' advantage, this be a Musical Massacre
Like Rakim, I'ma be the dude who go damn 'em, they all done
Need not fret, the beat hot, bet, I'm back
I be on deck, my soul tone is neon-black
When I spit this dope, the medicine man
I'm givin' ya the instant smoke like cigarette drag
And my n***as and n***a-rettes
Figure I fed 'em, feeble, I'm fond of it, finally got invigorated flesh
Goliath, I"m gone, gong, beat up ya gang
Go get - go on, ready set start, blow up the plane!
Passenger 57, Wesley, ain't testin' me
Ain't 'gon get ahead of me, and it's plain to see I got etiquette, B!
(Eeee)
Bless, bless ya'll from NY, to West West, ya'll
Keep my pen fried like yes, yes, ya'll
[Chorus: Biz Markie]

Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
You can even have a dance, or just have a seat and -

[Outro: Horror City]
Yes, yes, ya'll - and ya don't stop