[Verse 1] Back in '85 I grabbed the mic to rock Had the whole block shocked, didn't wanna stop Every weekend throwing down at Thompson Park Bringing heat when the sun start getting dark People gathering round just to hear me speak Bass and treble pumping through the street Other MCs tried but couldn't compete When I touch the mic the crowd goes deep [Chorus] They call me the block party legend (Hey! Hey!) Every weekend I'm getting it in (Word up!) From Brooklyn to Bronx they're spreading the message (Hey! Hey!) The number one MC, let the party begin (Let's go!) [Verse 2] Two turntables and a crate of funk Got heads nodding while the bass goes thump Rocking Adidas with the fat laces loose Old school flavor that you can't produce Called me out? Man, you must be sick I leave MCs standing still like a brick Been doing this since you was just a kid Built my name up from the ground, that's how I live [Chorus] They call me the block party legend (Hey! Hey!) Every weekend I'm getting it in (Word up!) From Brooklyn to Bronx they're spreading the message (Hey! Hey!) The number one MC, let the party begin (Let's go!) [Solo] [DJ scratching: "Block... party... legend"] [Heavy beats drop out] [Classic breakbeat with scratching] [Verse 3] Twenty
