*The Brady Bunch*
Marsha: How do you like your new recorder?
Peter: It's really neat. And I was just gonnna tell you guys if you wanna borrow it you can borrow it any time you want.
Marsha: Thanks.
Greg: Yeah a thing like that could come in handy. I mean for school work and taking notes in class
Peter: Yeah but it's kinda tricky so you gotta be careful. See this button? That's what you press when you wanna record. And this button is what you press when you wanna listen to what you recorded. But don't press that button because I already got some stuff on it.
Greg: Did you hear that? He's just dying for us to listen to what he recorded.
Marsha: Should we listen.
Greg: Sure that's what he wants.

What's ya name?
What you do?
True school emcee
Get it? Got it? Good
Where ya from?
Comin' straight from Medina to the brotherly city (city of brotherly love)
Get it? Got it? Good
Who you with?
Jazzy Jeff, P. Smoovah, myself, and me
Get it? Got it? Good
Flip flavors like ill spactacular non stick spatula
Get? If not well ya should
'Cause I flapjack tracks hot bottom bubblin'
From the surface to the underground
Makin' people wonder how
Former labels blundered
Wish ya nigga saw me now
Sorry did I strike a nerve?
Oh well hit the curb (get the dirt)
If you wonder which one pick one
I ain't been to one since the last time the Knicks won
C'mon man that ain't fair
Half these cats don't know what you're sayin'
And most the other half don't care
Aight fine I'll simplify if you insist
Check it out yo I'm a break it down like this
'77 the Knicks won championship credit
I was one years old then, now do get it?
What about hit the curb?
Yo I'm just givin' you a piece of my mind
Eat a dick, then I flip you the bird
If you listen to the lyrics more then once you wouldn't miss
But no you'd rather have me break it down like this

Jazzy Jeff
*scratching and transforming*

Ay yo
I transferred thoughts to tracks to transend transition
But you call it the kings english
Close but no cubas
Let's who consider the correct kingdom
'Cause Empires extinguished
Wait, they tryin' to hard to get it
They look like they listenin' to the full band radio edit
You gave 'em too much credit thinkin' they could understand
Flip that old rhyme you kicked in '96 with Scam
I'm the man of the hour 24 times a day
The man of the day 3-6-5 out the year
That bullshit you say Live is not tryin' to hear
I don't care if I paused your would be rap career (sorry)
In the man of the year contest I run the (?) in the decade
I had the next three locked down
Wait, you lost 'em again
I think they made a wrong turn at the bend
Break it down in reverse my friend
I'm the man of the year 10 times in a decade
12 months out the year
4 weeks out the month
7 days out the week
If the week is still days in amaze
I don't know what the fuck else they want
Oh yeah 24 in a day, that's was hourly
Uhh 60 hourly, minutes that is
If you need simple lyrics you can call mother goose
Or I made Dr. Dre sound like Dr. Suess
You can think up some dope beats, that's what you can do
You can think about red, you can think about blue
You can think about chronic and think about brink
You can think of six four's other things you can think
Wait, wait
Now they insulted yo
They think that you snappin' 'em
I ain't playin' nobody son that wasn't a diss
I'm just sayin' if you can handle real emcees
Stick to watchin' DJ's break it down like this

*Spinbad scratches*

*Excel scratches*

*OB-1 scratches*

Jay Skate
*Jay Skate scratches*

*Sat-One scratches*

Spin One
*Spin One scratches*

*Question scratches*

*A-vate scratches*

Dirty Ice
*Dirty Ice scratches*

Soul One
*Soul One scratches*

Bad Booth
*Bad Booth scratches*

*Q-Bert scratches*

*Revolution scratches*

There it is

*The Brady Bunch
Marsha: How do you like your new recorder?
Peter: It's really neat.