I Come Off

Hey, yeah yeah

You got it goin' on

Oh na na, na na

Now I wrote this record for when I perform

On the nights inside a university dorm

I put pen to paper, with the paper to pen

For the times I'm rockin' the mic in front of women and men

I get raw like Eddie, rough like Freddie

Kruger with a Luger turning men into spaghetti

I'm like Fats Domino, off of Blueberry Hill

Because my rhymes are funky-fresh and not run of the mill

So like a king has palaces, I give an analysis

You can't talk because you're suffering paralysis

If the mouth, of the lip, of the tongue

Coming to you compliments of a brother named Young

Now you can't talk because I'm leaving you speechless

So be quiet, let an educator teach this

I speak to my producer so he's in a rage

So like he controls the vinyl, I control the stage

Cuz I come off

Yo, I come off

Four score and seven years ago

There were a whole bunch of rappers who were in the know

Four score and seven years later

I dig holes in those rappers like the moon with a crater

Because to battle me you're really taking a risk

Cuz you're an 8-track tape and I'm a compact disc

Like Tyson drops boxers in rapid succession

That's how I'm dropping rappers in the rappin' profession

I'm comin off

Just like the clothes on a hooker

And I can fly just like Jimmy 'Superfly' Snuka

Like the shuttle goes up into outer space

People's hands go up when I enter the place

I don't mean to brag or boast or try to tell you I'm great

But I can rock the microphone like Dorothy Hamil can skate

Yeah, I can say a funky rhyme like Greg Louganis can dive

Don't have to be Saturday night for Young MC to come off

Yo, I come off

My name is Young MC and baby I come off

Yo, the brother's comin' off

Bust this

A-here we go

A-here we go

A-here we go

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Here we go

Here we go

A-here we go

Come on, come on, come on, come on

A-here we go

Lo and behold, Young MC struck gold

From the rhymes that I been singing to the young and the old

From the battles I've been having with the smart and the dumb

From the records I've been making with the mic and the drum

You know the other rappers wanna play a game with me

They run and hide when they hear the name of Young MC

Like a kid playing tag, it's how it's got to be

So when I start I say, "olly olly oxen free"

Yo, you could never write a rhyme as strong as this one

So pay attention, 'cause you don't wanna miss one

Of my healthy rhymes, nobody's are healthier

New York, New Jersey, LA and Philadelphia

City to city and town to town

Place to place, country to country, 'cuz I get around

Even if you were in prison, you'da heard me play

Because the warden'd have me rockin' up on the PA

So when you get out, come and see my show

But if you start static, back in you go

Cuz comin' off is the title and the theme of my jam

And when the rhymes are finally finished people say Goddamn

Cuz I come off

I come off

Yo baby, I come off

A-here we go

A-here we go

A-here we go

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on