Christmas Rappin' [*]

Don't you get me all that JIVE about things you wrote before I's

alive,

Cause this ain't 1823 ain't even 1970

Now I'm the guy named Kurtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know,

So every year, just about this time , I celebrate it with a rhyme:

Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, gonna make it good,

Gonna rock shock rock through your neighborhood.

Gonna ring it, gonna sing it till it's understood.

My rap's about to happen, like the knee you was slappin;

Or the toe you been tappin' on a hunk of wood.

'Bout a red suited dude, with a friendly attitude and a sleigh full

of goodies for for the people on the block. Got a long white beard,

maybe looks kind of weird, and if you ever seen him he could give a

quite shock. Now people let me tell ya about last year when the

dude came flying over here, Well the hawk was out the snow's on the

ground, folks stayed into party down. The beat was thumping on the

blcok, and I was dancing in my sockS, and the drummer played at a

solid pace, and a taste of the base was in my face. And the guitar

laid down a heavy layer of the funky junky rhythm of the

disco Beat. And the guy with the 88 started to participate, and I

could Sure appreciate it sound so sweat.

We were all in the mood so we had a little food, and a joke, and a

smoke, and a little bit of wine, when I thought I heard a hoof on

Top of the roof. Could it be or was it me, I was feeling super

fine. So I went to the attic where I thought heard the static

on a chance that the prance was somebody breaking in. But the

noise on the top was a reindeer clop, Just a trick St. Nick, and I

let the sucker in.

He was roly, he was Poly and not the holy moly, you got a lot of

whiskers on your chinny, chin, chin. He allowed, he was proud of

the hairy little crowd on the point of the door where the skin

should've been.

Get's cool for a fool throwin' out every you for a day on sleigh

where the cold winds blow. So the beard maybe cleared

But I never have a cheered cause it's warm in the storm when it's

ten below

I said you're right it's cold tonight,

Can you stop for a drop before you go?

He said why not if the music'S hot and I'll chance a dance beneath

the mistletoe.

So he went downstairs and forgot his cares and he rocked the spot

and danced like a

pro

And every young girl tried to rock his world

But he boogie oogie oogied till he had to go

And before he went this fine old gent

Finding gifts went to sift through his big red bags

In the top for the bottom he reached in and got toys ? on a

girls flat rag

And the grownups got some presents too

A new TV and a stere-u. A new Seville 'bout as blue as the sky

The best that money couldn't buy

Cause money could never ever buy the feelin

the one that comes from not concealin

The way you feel about your friends

and this is how the story ends

The dude ya reads back at the pole

Up north where everything is cold

but if he were right here tonight

he'd say merry Christmas and to all a good night