Yes, here we go, on with the show
As the rhythm of this starts to flow
No matter the tempo, fast or slow
Get up and dance cause the Kane said so
This is the dance floor groove of the album
Presented to you all live from Calvin
Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee
The disc jockey down with me, the
Microphone lord, my wisdom is a sword
Try to get with us, and get floored
Some DJ’s try to front, but yo don’t let them fool you
Cause wine is fine, but Calvin is cooler
Jump up and down, and eh, and all around and
Check out the way that my DJ is sounding
On the turntables to keep the crowd stable
Killing the cuts putting bodies on a record label
And just for the symphony
Here comes the M.I.S.T.E.R.C.E.E.
Taking a stand like a band
Mister Cee got a master plan
Hit it!
(x4)
(x4)
<Mister Cee interrupts: yo, hold up Kane!
You done said all your names on your record
It's time to say names on my record now
Yo, I want to say what's up to my man ATL
My man Shack Money
My man Shep Love and the entire LG Posse
I wanna say what's up to my man Moose Love
My man Nut, Sambo, Heado, the TCF dancers
Yo, I want to say what's up to Dawn
I want to say what's up to Nicola
My man Rhythm Shawn, Shimsho, Yam Love,
Spike D, Willie D, NA Rock, Chicago, yo!
Yo! I can't hold it back!
Later for it, yo!
What’s up?!
To the whole….(cracks up)
Nigga dissed me!
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