Christmas Rappin'

Kurtis Blow

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    [Intro]
    [Storyteller]
    'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
    [Kurtis Blow]
    Hold it now! Wait, hold it. That's played out. Hit it!

    [Verse 1]
    Don't you give 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 clock it through your neighbourhood
    Gonna read, gonna sing it till it's understood
    My rappin' bout to happen like a knee you've been slapping
    Or a toe you've been tapping 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 a weird
    And if you ever see him, he could give you quite a shock

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    Now people let me tell ya bout last year
    When the dude came flying over here
    Well, the hog was out, snow's on the ground
    Folks stayed in to party down
    The beat was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my socks
    And the drummer played at a solid pace
    And a taste of the bass was in my face
    And the guitar player layed down a heavy layer
    Of the funky junky rhythm of the disco beat
    And the guy with the 88's started to participate
    And I could sure appreciate a 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 the top of the roof
    Could it be or was it me? I was feeling super fine
    So I went to your attic where I thought heard the static
    On the 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 I said, "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 his jaw where the skin should've been
    Gets cool for a fool going out every Yule
    For a day on a sleigh when the cold went low
    So the beard may be weird but I'll never have it sheared
    Cause it's warm in the storm when it's ten below

    I said, "You're right, it's cold tonight
    But 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 guests
    And he rocked the spot and danced like a pro
    And every young girl tried to rock his world
    But he boogie oogie oogied til he had to go

    And before he went, this fine old gent
    Brought a gift with a sift through his big red bags
    In the top or the bottom, he reached in and got 'em
    Toys for the boys, for the girls glad rags
    And the grownups got some presents too
    A new TV and a stereo
    A new Seville bout as blue as the sky
    The best that money couldn't buy
    Cause money could never ever buy the feeling
    The one that comes from not concealing
    The way you you feel about your friends
    And this is how the story ends

    The dude in red's 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

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    Composición: Blow Kurtis, Chipper, Lawrence Smith, James B Moore y Robert Arthur Ford

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