The Internationale Pt. 1

You have to learn how to
See for yourself
Hear for yourself
And think for yourself
And then judge for yourself
Dear Mister Cadillac
From all of us party people in the place
You bout' to witness something from the get down
That you never seen before
We bout' to reveal
And drop a jewel
And show why the DJ is king
Not no damn tool
Now lets rock yall
To the beat yall
Lets rock yall
To the beat the beat
Lets tell 'em through our oral history
Passed down from Mozambique yall
Now lets rock yall
To the beat yall
Lets rock yall
To the beat the beat
Lets tell 'em through our oral history
About masters of ceremony
Standin' on the street corner talking jive
Around a burning trash can just slapping five
Everything we would say would end with a rhyme
So we memorized 'em and said 'em ten at a time
Then we noticed
People started calling us poets
Three Kings threw parties everybody was goin'
Here's a story a fantasy about a fly homeboy who came to me
Once upon a time light came from dark
On the ocean the man came on his ark he wasn't Noah
This before BC time
He was the first MC
And he came to rhyme
He had a staff in his hand no magic wand
He said his ancestors had passed it on
You gotta use this tool
To teach the fools
There's 26 letters in the alphabet for you
Got adjectives nouns verbs
Bam spoke we heard
To build an army
Knowledge is the word
But there's people on welfare
Home from Nam
Junkies everywhere with holes in their arms
Prostitution on a big time high and its crazy
Young teenage girl
She threw away her baby
Everybody's unemployed
Vacant buildings
Slumlords don't care
They making millions so its up to us to be the host with the most
Politicians acting like its all our fault
So I speak at 100'000 volts
Tell the news to the world the Bronx is no joke
Puttin' art on the subway trains so names can be seen through
Brooklyn Bronx and Harlem and Queens
Hey yo Dizzee
Why don't you tell Cadillac
How you get up
If hardship got you down
Get up
That job you wanted shot you down
Get up
Labeled you a problem child
Get up
Tag your name
Get up
Bomb walls
Get up
I'm a frustrated artist blow me
Get up
Michelangelo ain't got **** on me
Get up
In the house Butch Kase and Dondi
Get up
Blade Lee Chain 3 and comet
Get up
Phase 2
Get up
Hey you
Get up
Everything that we dreamed came true
Get up
Mitch and Noc 167
Get up
Iz the wiz and it just gets better
Get up
Lady Pink
Get up
Stay high
Get up
Team and Tracy and 168
Get up
The mayor considers me nobody
Ed Koch'll know my name when the train rolls by him
I see you B-boys and B-girls
In the cipher
Its time to burn our adversary
And let 'em know
Our Dj Shaolin cuts as sharp as a knife
If you dare challenge him he will chop off your life
Ayo mamas boy
You think a band can do this ****
Check out the melting pot of musical madness cut up by your brother
DJ Shaolin fantastic
Protege of Grandmaster
Hey yo tell your fat mother that Shaolin's the DJ that we call conductor
Cause Shaolin Fantastic's
A bad mother