🎵 Good Time // by Kool Moe Dee

2 ContributorsGood Time Lyrics (I say yes-yes-y'all) --] Biz Markie (It's alright) --] Curtis Mayfield (I say yes-yes-y'all) (It's alright) (I say yes-yes-y'all) (It's alright) (I say yes-yes-y'all To the beat, all) (Going way, way back to the early days) --] Daddy-O (I say yes-yes-y'all) (It's alright) (I say yes-yes-y'all) (It's alright) [ VERSE 1 ] I said 'yesyes-y'all,' got em off the wall Teachers tried to teach em, but I got em in the hall Learnin funky lessons, testin, yes, I am the man Suckers try to second-guess and question if I can Flowin knowledge, wisdom, power, don't you understand? I educate and radiate and motivate fam Showin younger brothers what it is to be a man By tearin up the party when the mic is in my hand This is what you call a winter/spring/summer jam Fall into the mood as the funky music slams I know you got the rhythm, cause it runs in the fam I gotta speak my piece, cause this ain't _Silence Of the Lambs_ I'm here to terrorize, energize, exercise, mesmerize If some brothers say they beat me, them are lies Whoever stepped to me and tried to do me got it fast Homeboy was ancient history, a blast from the past This is just a blast from the past [ VERSE 2 ] I said 'rock-rnock, y'all' and knocked-knocked all The suckers out the box, as I dropped back-calls For response they responded, the response was overwhelmin ]From brothers with cool tones, but rookies were yellin They're sellin records by the millions, I was sellin tapes Givin parties in the park, and we never made papes Rhymin from dawn till dust till dawn 6 a.m. and we was just gettin warm Heatin up and beatin up on some dead wrong Brother on the mic who thought he had it goin on Talk on the mic with no poetical style He was doggin it like he's a pathetical child To grab a microphone a brother had to have juice If he couldn't produce, we said he couldn't get loose Today we would say the brother just couldn't flow And he would be like history, homeboy would have to go [ VERSE 3 ] I said peep-peep, y'all, a total recall Drop the funky lyrics on ya like free-fall Watch the 'Funky Drummer', dancin to the drummer's beat Cuttin up 'Apache' while they're dancin in the street And 'More Bounce To the Ounce' for the Funkadelic 'Tear the Roof Off the Muthasucker', let the party rip The funky 'Breaking Bells' took you to the 'Mardi Gras' A slice of 'Paradise', and it was off to 'Shangri-La' A cut of 'Space Funk' made you come down to earth And 'Life On Mars' was the beat that gave birth Style I possess, the rhythm I test The message that I stress, the topics I address The yes to the yes to the y'all I profess I'm more than a man, but never nothin less Cause me and the mic is like Osiris and his calf I'm droppin funky light with the blast from the past (I say yes-yes-y'all) (It's alright) A blast from the past (I say yes-yes-y'all) (It's alright) (I say yes-yes-y'all) This just a blast from the past (It's alright) (I say yes-yes-y'all To the beat, all) (Remember Bronx River) --] KRS-One A blast from the past (I say yes-yes-y'all) This is just a blast from the past (I say yes-yes-y'all) A blast from the past (I say yes-yes-y'all) This is just a blast from the past (Remember Bronx River)