[Intro]
Bring it on

[Verse 1]
Just with a brand new song, nobody's knocking it
I shake the hand of the Grand, because he's rocking it
Bushwick Bill is on the floor hip-hoppin' it
And when it's finished, sucker MCs will be mopping it
Go and get offended, my class you should attend it
[?] you talking, to hell I'm gonna send it
You'll be done for, grab the mic and your crew
And the Lord will have no mercy on a sucker like you
Just like a punk, [?] sign
You wanna take what's mine, which is the power mind
To be the prince of the rhyme
([?] better way to describe this story [?])
Non-stop, I'm rocking, it feels good, yes
Grand Wizard Rеady Red, official of the best
Making music is his job
And hе's gotta get raw
Now it's all about [?] and as a death wish
I think I know what it is, so don't bite this
Madder than Mad Max, Max is madder than a savage
Flowing on this gangsta hood, [?]
And when he's finished there'll be no more
He'a getting hip on the tables while you hop on the jams, yeah
The Grand Wizard with cuts galore, my musician
[Verse 2]
The Undisputed Jukebox, is now rapping
Girls screaming and clapping
[?] get busy, 'cause the beat we're attacking
Thanks to the man, the master of the program
He's my backbone, I gotta shake his hand
Grand, and he's ready, bones will rock steady
Speed is unbelievable because he's getting heavy
Tricky like Mother Nature, ruling like a god
You're being schooled and you're fooled
Thinking you can rock harder than
The Grand Wizard [?] and you can feel it
Check it, the time is right, I write a rhyme [?]
You know and understand why we're calling you Grand
From the past [?]
And with me and Johnny C we can never be stopped
So suckers [?] cause we're ruling the pot, my musician

Yo, Grand Wizard, man, I think it's about time to put your city on the map, huh?

[Verse 3]
[?] shake his hand
But your eye could never lie
And you could see a friend
He used to challenge my man [?]
With the posse, you call him sucker
Deep inside you're his biggest fan
You learn the profession to effect this lesson
The future king is the Prince Johnny, time to start fessing
Feeling bad, not pity, and like a slave he's gonna treat ya
So call the [?] because he's gonna beat ya
Man, if Red was a Zulu king he'd be Shaka
If he [?] he'd rock her
[?] speed, funky fresh [?] that he play
And the past (man, that's right) That's what you would say
[?] rocking
We're gonna rhyme to perfection
Trying to rock it and they knock it to the past
This is the future, suckers say (it's a hit)
Yo Red, remember seven years ago? (Yeah, that's it)
He knows what's coming and going
[?] making or breaking
The jam [?] record is a positive [?]
And so we remake funky breaks
It's something you will take in the future
Because it's when you'll relate to my musician
Now keep it going

[Outro]
[?] keep doing what I've been doing all though this record right here, I'm doing my thing on the wheels of steel
I wonder what's up with my producers, Cliff Blodget, Karl Stephenson
What's up with my executive producer, the King Little J
What's up with my manager [?]
What's up with JAS Management
And yo, what's up with my homeboys, the Ghetto Boys
What's up with the Sire Jukebox, what's up with Prince Johnny C
What's up with my dancer Bushwick Bill, hip-hoppin' on the floor
What's up with that girl in that corner right there with that boy
What's up with them two boys over there by theyselves
But let me stop bugging, I want y'all to know one thing
My scratches are not samples
And here's a example from the musician, the Grand Wizard DJ Ready Red