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About Rapper's Delight

"Rapper's Delight" is a 1979 hip hop track by the Sugarhill Gang and produced by Sylvia Robinson. While it was not the first single to include rapping, "Rapper's Delight" is credited for introducing hip hop music to a wide audience, reaching the top 40 in the United States, as well as the top 3 in the UK and number-one in Canada. It was a prototype for various types of rap music, incorporating themes such as boasting, dance, honesty and sex, with the charisma and enthusiasm of James Brown. The track interpolates Chic's "Good Times", resulting in Chic's Nile Rodgers and Bernard Edwards suing Sugar Hill Records for copyright infringement; a settlement was reached that gave the two songwriter credits. "Rapper's Delight" is number 251 on the Rolling Stone magazine's list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time and number 2 on VH1's 100 Greatest Hip-Hop Songs. It is also included on NPR's list of the 100 most important American musical works of the 20th century. It was preserved in the National Recording Registry by the Library of Congress in 2011. Songs on the National Recording Registry are "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant". The song was recorded in a single take. There are three versions of the original version of the song: 14:35 (12" long version), 6:30 (12" short version), and 3:55 (7" shortened single version).more »

Year:: 2001
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Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat,And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feetSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,The purple and yellow. But first, I gottaBang bang, the boogie to the boogie,Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,Let's rock, you don't stop,Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rockWell so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,And the next on the mic is my man Hank,C'mon, Hank, sing that song!Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,And the rest is F-L-Y,You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,And these reasons I'll tell you why.You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of funWhen I dress to a T,You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad AliAnd I dress so viciously.I got bodyguards, I got two big carsThat definitely ain't the wack,I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac.So after school I take a dip in the pool,Which is really on the wall,I got a colour TV, so I can seeThe Knicks play basketball. Hear me talk aboutCheckbooks, credit cards, mo' moneyThan a sucker could ever spend,But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the RuckerNot a dime 'til I made it again. Everybody goHo-tel, Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)'Cause I'm a get a fly girl,Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ. Everybody goHo-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn,Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend.Master Gee! My mellow!It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?Well, it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,I said I go by the unforgettable nameOf the man they call the Master Gee.Well, my name is known all over the worldBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.I'm goin' down in historyAs the baddest rapper there ever could be.Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows,The beat starts gettin' into your toesYou start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feetAnd movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seatAnd then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I saidDamn! Right outta your seatThen you throw your hands high in the air,Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriereYa rockin' to the beat without a care,With the sureshot MCs for the affair.Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gangBut I rap to the beat just the same.I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyesAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotizeSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,The beat don't stop until the break of dawnSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbiePop da pop pop, don't you dare stopCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha gotI guess by now you can take a hunchAnd find that I am the baby of the bunchBut that's okay, I still keep in stride,'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behindSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floorI'm gonna freak you here, I'm gona freak you there,I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere.'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mindI put the dick, dick, dick in your behind. I saidOne, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floorA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rockI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder MikeWhat are you waiting for?I said a hip hop,The hippie to the hippieThe hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock itTo the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie,To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.A Skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo,And guess what, America, we love you'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul,You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old.I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,But we like hot butter on our breakfast toastRock it up, Baby Bubba!Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogieTo the beat, beat, it's so uniqueCome on everybody and dance to the beat!Ever went over a friends house to eatAnd the food just ain't no good?I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed,And the chicken tastes like woodSo you try to play it off like you think you canBy saying that you're fullAnd then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being politeHe ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lieAnd you say that you already ateAnd your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food"So you pile some more on your plateWhile the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'Of the moment that it's time to leaveAnd then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'Into something that looks like cheeseOh so you say "That's it, I gotta leave this placeI don't care what these people think,I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseousWith this ugly food that stinks"So you bust out the door while it's still closedStill sick from the food you ateAnd then you run to the store for quick reliefFrom a bottle of KaopectateAnd then you call your friend two weeks laterTo see how he has beenAnd he says, "I understand about the food,Baby Bubba, but we're still friends"With a hip hop the hippie to the hippieThe hip hip a hop, a you don't stop the rockin'To the bang bang boogieSay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat

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