Now this rhyme right here has been dedicated,
To all rap fans that said that they hated,
The other MC’s whose rhymes deviated,
’cause this is real gold, it’s not gold plated,
A few years ago these rhymes were created,
I was real proud and very elated,
It took a long time as I claculated,
But now I look back, I’m glad I waited,
At so many times I was so frustrated,
’cause I couldn’t finish up what I initiated,
I got mad and quite agitated,
And I remember rhymes that I had confiscated,
But one day, this girl, she perpetrated,
She was cute and quite educated,
We got married at once, an it was consumated,
But once it hit the books it was ill-fated,

She took me to court, to have it liligated,
A judge and a jury, that’s how it operated,
The jury went away, and they deliberated,
Then she took all of my money, had my house renivated,
I felt so poor, and so humilated,
Because of a fight that I instigated,
But I got my money back, and I was jubilated,
’cause the first court decision was never validated,
For weeks and weeks, I just celebrated,
Because the jury and judge recapitulated,
And all of my funds were never liquadated,
Yes I won, yes I dominated,
I saw another girl and my heart pulsated,
She just looked like that girl, I made it,
Would’ve have been part two of this rhyme that I’ve stated,
So I’ll just go home and read my Sports Illustrated,

Verse 1:
Now as I get to school I hear the late bell ringing,
Runnning through the halls, I hear the glee club singing,
And as I get to the office I can hardly speak,
Cause it’s the third late pass that I got this week,
So to my first class I run and don’t walk,
All I hear is my sneakers and the scratching of chalk,
And as I get to the room I hear the teacher say,
Mr. Young I’m very happy you could join us today,
I try to sit down so I can take some notes,
But I can’t read what the kind next to me wrote,
And if that wasn’t enough to make my morning complete,
As I try to get up, I find this gum on my seat,
So with the seat stuck to me, I raised my hand,
And said, exscuse me but can I go to the bathroom, maam?
The teacher got upset, and she screamed out no,
It’s off the principal’s office you go,

Verse 2:
12 o’clock comes with mass hysteria,
Everybody rushes down to the cafeteria,
Picked up my tray to have Thursday’s lunch,
And as I tried the apple sauce, I heard it crunch,
I’m running up the stairs with my front tooth broken,
The nurse just laughed, and said you must be joking,
I looked up at her with a smile on my face,
No joke ’cause my front tooth is out of place,
So I walked to school with ice on my lip,
The nurse’s late pass like a gun on my hip,
My books are real heavey, I’m walking, I’m dragging,
Ain’t no school lunch next week, I’m brown-bagging it,
Forget class, I’m a shoot some ball,

With the late pass I got no trouble at all,
But then the nurse walks up and says what do you know,
It’s office to the prinicipal’s office you go

Recess

Verse 3:
Passing notes is my favorite pass time,
I can’t wait to find a girl to pass mine to,
To express my feelings,
Give me a week B, and the girl’ be dealing,
Now one young lady was looking at me,
I said hi my name is Marvin, known as Young MC,
But then the ball rang, and the teacher came in,
And that’s when the game of passin notes would begin,
I wrote the first note, told her she was fine,
And I hoped that the two of us could spend some time,
She wrote me back and told me you’re fine too,
I’d love to go on a date and spend some time with you,
So then I sat there reeling, and looking at the ceiling,
Words can’t express the way that I was feeling,
Then I though to myself, the sure way to get her,
Is to write another note, oh yes, a love letter,
When I finished the note, it was ready to pass,
The teacher took it, and read it right in front of the class,
She read it word-by-word and line-by-line,
And everybody who was laughing was a friend of mine,
Even then my girl was laughing, and it was too late,
For me to write another note ’cause there would be no date,
The teacher looked at me, and I said I know,
It’s off to the principal’s office I go,

Yo, you think this is bad, wait til I get my report card

Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin’ into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin’ out of this mouth, made by this tongue
I’ll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it’s your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro’, don’t even try it from the east and west of me
Takin’ it and never breakin’ it or even shakin’ it
Groovin’ it and always movin’ it, cuz I’m not fakin’ it
Pullin’ out rhymes like books off the shelf
Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
This is stone cold rhymin’, no frills, no fluffs
And it’s no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I’m goin’ off, baby, there’s no turnin’ back
I’m on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when the show is finally finished I’ll be takin’ my bow
My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I’m sayin’?

I got know-how
Party people, I got know…how
I kick it just like this…

Verse 2
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I got juice like the president, I’m makin’ rappers hesitant
Invite me to your house and I’ll be chillin’ like a resident
Yes, cuz I’m that type of man
Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am
I got it rollin’ like thunder, makin’ y’all wonder
Why I’m on top with all the other rappers under
I make no errors, mistakes or blunders
It’s like a wedding, let no man put asunder
My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well
Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell
It’s no hocus-pocus, I’ll just get you into focus
And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts

Smooth operator, female persuader
Spot a fly girl and in a week I’m gonna date her
I got the kind of style for the here and the now
And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I’m sayin’?

I got know-how
Party people, I got know…how
Bust it!

Verse 3
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MC’s I’ll ruin, cuz I know what I’m doin’
I’ll treat ‘em like doublemint gum and start chewin’
I spit ‘em out when the flavour’s gone
And I repeat the chewin’ practice ’til the break of dawn
Cuz I’m tough like a bone, sly like Stallone
Rockin’ and clockin’ on the microphone
Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror
Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors
Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard
With the funky fresh rhymes comin’ out of my gizzard
Never sneezin’, never coughin’, I rock the mic often
Hard as a rock and no sign I’ll soften
Makin’ sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect
I start to build like a builder from a architect
Movin’ all around, above and under the ground
You see my face, and then you hear my sound
Comin’ atcha with the mic in hand
I’m gonna take command just the way I planned
Cuz I’m a one-man band and you are my fan
Don’t you understand? I’m like Superman
Yeah, the Man of Steel, don’t you know the deal?
You better be for real, I got sex appeal
This is what I feel, and this here’s my vow
And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I’m sayin’?

I got know-how…and I’m chillin’, never illin’
In my mouth I got two fillin’s…whatever!
I’m on the mic, cold stone gettin’ over
My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it…