Live In Connecticut

[Part I: Intro]

That's chili with beans, y'all, (Yea-ah, haha) chili with beans
(Hey hey) (Yeah) (Woo, woo)
Alright y'all (Yeah)

Right about now we'd like to introduce ourselves to everybody. This is our first time in Connecticut. We from the Bronx, New York City, (Word 'em up) and we are the Cold Crush Brothers. (Yeah, woo)
On the wheels of steel at this time
The man with style and grace
Guaranteed to keep a smile upon your face
Number one Puerto Rican DJ in the human race (Shit)
DJ Charlie Chase (Yeah) (Shit)
And right here, our announcer, DJ Tony Tone (Hahaha)
Never leaving the girls alone (Woo, yeah, yeah)
While we are on the microphone
And if y'all don't known us, we are known in the New York as the Cold Crushin', motherfuckin' tough-ass four MCs. (You know that, you know that, yeah, you know that.) Now to my far left over there, come on out, let everybody see... (Hey, wassup, wassup, wassup)
Almighty Kay Gee (Wassup)
That's the Almighty Kay Gee right here (You know this, you know this)
Supreme Easy A.D. (Word)
The rhymethologist J.D.L. (Yeah)
And I am the Grandmaster Caz
And we gonna shock it up (Word 'em up)
Right or left? (Right or left?) (You right)
Can I get a...? (Shit, you right) (Alright, alright) (Shit)
Throw it in, Charlie, come on, kick it, kick it

[Part II: The Count]

Sure shot from the Bronx
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht (That's the funky shit, that's the funky shit in the Bronx, that's what we get down on)
One, two (Ah, sh-shit)
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht (Who's a cheeba hawk?)
One, two
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht (Cheeba hawk)
One, two (Who you know about that, yo Kay man, what up?)
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht (We gonna party, y'all, all the way up here to Connecticut to see all these people)
One, two (Get down, woo, yup-yup-yup-yup, ch-cha!)
Un, deux, trois, quatre (Noogie-nook, you're the place to be) (Yo Caz)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Un, deux, trois, quatre (Yeah, Spanish, bust it, número) (Check it out)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Un, deux, trois, quatre (That's us, that's us, one more time, run it down one more time) (What's up, haha) (Woo!)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Un, deux, trois, quatre (Yeah) (Once again, they don't know, c'mon, tell 'em)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Woo, that's the new funky
Sound system, you're listening to the sound of DJ Afrika Bambaataa and the mighty Zulu Nation
Sound system, feel the bass
Check it out, check it out

[Part III: Interlude]

(Charlie Chase) Now right about now... if everybody came here tonight to get down (Uhn, word), and y'all came here to see a show (Word), we want everybody cooperation in the place tonight (Word). So if y'all came here to this roller skating rink tonight to hear a show, lemme hear you say "Ho!" (Ho!)
(Uh-oh) Yo man, I don't know, I don't know about that (I don't know man)
I heard you baby, I heard you (Word)
I ain't hear you ([?])
Once again, if y'all came here tonight to see a show, lemme hear you say "Ho!" (Ho!)
Good enough (Good enough, good enough)
Good enough (Fair for square, from Delaware)

[Part IV: Freestyling]

If y'all came to do that, y'all came to do this
Because we're here to give ya a demonstration
All we ask for is cooperation
Just clap your hands everybody
And everybody clap your hands, come on!
Just clap your hands everybody
And everybody clap your hands
And if you're on the go because we told you so
Everybody say "Ho!" (Come on!) (Ho!)
Ho! (Come on!) (Ho!)
And it's like that, tell you
With a one, two, three, four
Charlie Chase, my man, what you waitin' for? (Woo)

Yeah, baby
And you don't-you don't drive me crazy
But we're the four MCs and not lazy
For when it's hot, humid, and hazy
And you dummy, yeah, you dummy
Because you walkin' 'round town with no money
Just like bees without honey
And you think it's a joke and it's funny
Buzz not y'all, buzz not y'all
'Cause money in your pocket ain't what ya got
I stay stable with the rhymes galore
Check out what the Grandmaster have in store
And Charlie Chase with the funky beat
All up in your face with the bass that you pay for
J.D.L., ha, J.D.L., ha ha
J.D.L., ha, J.D.L., ha ha
J.D.L., my man, you know my voice too weak
So won't you get on the mic and let 'em hear you speak

Young ladies, young ladies
All the ladies in the house say "Ow" (Ow)
Say "Ow" (Ow)
And fly fellas, and fly fellas, and fly fellas
All the fellas in the house say "Ho" (Ho)
Say "Ho" (Ho)
We got that gusto, and he got it too
So what you wanna do
We got it too
So what you wanna do
So A.D., ha, and A.D., ha ha
And A.D., ha, and A.D., ha ha
And A.D., ha huh, my throat is sore
Homeboy, get on the mic with your rhymes galore

Well I'm Easy A, going all the way
Keeping up the funky pace 'til the break of day (Say what?)
And then you get up, and then you get down
And you rock to the beat (And what?), you rock to the beat (And what?)
The E (And what?), The E (And what?), I am so sweet (Huh!)
I'm guaranteed to rock the house and make you move your feet (What's your name?)
[?]
Well I'm the Supreme A.D. as you can trust
Rock to the funky rhythm 'cause I'm a serious must
And I'm down with the crew known as the Cold Crush (Say what?)
The Cold Crush crew (Say what?)
The Cold Crush crew (Say what?)
I'm guaranteed to get the party people [in the groove] (Say what?)
Kay Gee, ha, and Kay Gee, ha ha
And Kay Gee, ha, and Kay Gee, ha ha
And Kay Gee, ha huh, my throat is sore (Come on)
Get on the mic, stay on the mic
Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore

Well I'mma tell ya'll a story all about me
Of how I began to be the Almighty
Well I started on Webster Avenue
Then all-a-suddenly my clientele grew
Then everybody said that I was a must
Then I got down with the brothers they call the Cold Crush
And ever since then I've been doing good
Been rock and shock rollin', shock and rock rollin'
Rock and shock rollin' in your neighborhood
Now G.M.C. (Yeah?), my voice is sore
Come on, get on the mic, get on the mic, God dammit
Get on the mic with your rhymes galore

I'm Grandmaster Caz, initials G.M.C
I'm what a real DJ-rapper is supposed to be
And I wouldn't say half the things that I do
If I thought that they weren't worth listening to
Now anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone
Anyone can grab a mic and say "Yes y'all"
But them a real rapper you do not call
Because you can't buy a mic at a-quarter-to-two
[And] be a real [MC before the day] is through
Now for all you MCs that thought it was like that
Stop fessin', take a lesson from the good old Caz
You need a voice that is clear, a DJ like Chase
You need a good imagination and a strong, steady pace
Gotta have feet both on the ground
Plus you can't be a duck, you gotta be down
You gotta be looking good at all times
And you gotta have rough and original rhymes
Put all that together and you know what it brings?
The Grandmaster, and I'm running things
So J.D.L., ha, J.D.L., ha ha
J.D.L., ha, J.D.L., ha ha
J.D.L., ha huh, my voice is sore
So won't you get on, right on, stay on, shock on
Get on the mic with your rhymes galore

Yes, yes y'all, as I proceed
I'm gonna pull this rhyme right out my sleeve
I'm the hut maker, heart breaker
My girl's name is Yvonne Baker
I do it like this and you'll never know
That I'm qualified, I'm the talk of the show
And young ladies, rock the house, say "ho"
Fly guys start bugging out and
Well I'm the J-E-R-R-Y-D-E-E
Rock the mic so viciously
Some people call me Jerry Dee or call me J.D.L.​
Because I push more power than a Duracell
So A.D., my mellow
Get on the mic with the master plan

Well I'm Easy A as you can trust
Rockin' to the funky rhythm, a serious must
And the Cold Crush y'all, and it's us y'all
And it's us y'all, and it's us y'all
You got the K-A-Y, the D-double-E
The letters in the name is a warranty
Well I'm a darkskin and we do it again
Because I'm going on down to the A.M.​
Then we rock to the beat as you can see
We got your girl, I got your girl, we got your girl, I got your girl
I got your girl calling me, your girl calling him
The All, the All, the one who shot the ball
The creep or the crawl to get you off the wall
The Almighty with the capabilities
Guaranteed to conversate with all the jazzy ladies
And Kay Gee y'all, so what'll it be?
Let's rock from the bottom, from the T-O-P

Yes, yes y'all, (Yes y'all,) to the beat y'all (Beat y'all)
When I was walking down the street just a-hummin' to the beat
And everybody else was a-doing the freak
I said they asked me 'bout another MC
Said a-whip-and-a-wham, I don't give a damn
Because it looks like a jelly but they call it a jam
Incrimination, the complication
My reputation all across the nation
When I was a baby I was drinking Carnation
Growing up [?]
You gotta be bad, you gotta be bad
Just like my dad to deal with me
'Cause I'm the Almighty MC Kay Gee

[Part V: Interlude]

Chase, Chase in the place
Can we get a little silence, can you turn down the music please
Yeah, I wanna get loose in the place, uh, woo
God damn
Ooh, ha

Yo, right about now we wanna get together on a little something, us four. It's kinda hot, you gotta forgive us if we like take off a little something, but it's hot like a motherfucker in here. (Word up, y'know, it's hot and shit when you're up here and shit.) I ain't lying. (Shiiit boy, I'll tell ya.) You know it, you know it. (Woo.) We'd like to welcome all the pretty girls in the house too, we always like to see them. (Yeah, word, word, we lo— we love y'all.) Let them in free, that's what I say. (Word 'em up.)
Hey yo man, fuck around, I just... (Back to Africa, whatever)
Ooh
[?]
Word up, uh, okay, Charlie Chase

Alright, let's get into something serious. (Alright, whatchu, whatchu wanna get into man?) Fellas, I'm talking to y'all (What?), I'm talking to y'all (What?)
Ready to get into something serious? (Yeah)
Y'all ready to really tear shit up here? (Yeah)
I mean do like we do when we in New York? (Yeah)
Well let's tell 'em who's on the turntable (Okey-doke)

[Part VI: Yes Y'all & Freestyling]

It's Charlie Chase, Tony Tone, and...
The Cold Crushin', motherfuckin', tough-ass four MCs
Hey y'all, yes it's true
The Four got a brand new song for you
We got routine, rhymes, and dances too
So whatcha wanna do?
Chase, Tone, and the Four
You never heard a crew like this before
And the way we rock the crowd should be against the law
We got much more
I'm Master Caz, raising hell
And I'm the hut maker called J.D.L.​
And I'm Easy A, don't forget the D
And I'm Kay Gee, the Almighty
No doubt, we're the best
And with the C.C. 4 you do not mess
And if there's a battle, the Four won't fess
So let's go west, we rock the very best
So get it off your chest, and give us your address
Cold Crush, Cold Crush

And it's like that, but we never go wack
And we don't believe in that zodiac
Now throw your hands in the air (Come on)
And wave 'em like you just don't care (Come on, come on)
Just throw your hands in the air (Come on)
And wave 'em like you just don't care (Come on)
Say "Ho"
Say "Ho" (Ho)
Then if you're with me, a-definitely
If you're with me, a-definitely
J.D.L., ha, you know my voice is weak
Get on the mic and let 'em hear you speak

J.-J.D.L., I'm rock-a-rockin' it well
Because I'm pushin' more power than a Duracell (Say what?)
So A.D., ha, my throat is sore
Homeboy, get on the mic with your rhymes galore

I say five plus four minus seven equal two
I don't smoke no cheeba or carry bamboo
Or drink no wine or sniff no cocaine
Because all they do is mess up your brain
I just deal with life and society
My name is Adrian Harris, they call me Easy
The "E" is for easy which I am at times
The "A" for authority I have in my rhymes
And then the "S," sexy, the type of girls I like
And then the "Y "for the years, the "Y" is for the years
The "Y" is for the years I've been doing it right
And A.D. y'all, so what'll it be
When I enter my house, I use a key
Like this y'all, and with the beat y'all
And A.D. y'all, like this y'all
Kay Gee, ha, and Kay Gee, ha ha
And Kay Gee, ha, and Kay Gee, ha ha
Kay Gee, ha huh, my throat is sore
Homeboy, get on the mic and stay on the mic
And then rock on the mic with your rhymes galore

And then you get up, ha, and then you wanna get down
Rock to the beat 'cause I'm in your town
The Almighty and yes it's me
Rappin' on the mic with my dignity
I'm down with brothers known as Cold Crush
Rappin' on the mic 'cause we're too much
Doing it up 'cause we got the, got the, got, got the, got the, got
I say the crazy juice
Rappin' on the mic 'cause we're bustin' loose
G.M.C., my voice is sore
Homeboy, get on the mic, you're the real McCoy

Well I'm the type of guy that's not hard to like
Just another Mickey Mouse saying rhymes on the mic
I'm Grandmaster Caz from the Cold Crush crew
You know I want to be the best at what I do
Now MCing ain't all I do, homepiss
Because I got another life besides all this
I'm not going to be jammin' for the rest of my life
I want [?] and maybe a wife
[?] of the very best
I won't compromise, I won't settle for less
I'm moving up, baby doll, that you can bet
Because there's better things in life than [?]
Grandmaster, rock-a-rocking the place
And on the bass we got Tony Tone and Chase
Rock-a-rockin' the place with the funky bass
Keep-keepin' a smile upon your face
J.D.L., ha, you know my voice is sore
So won't you get on the mic with your rhymes galore?

We say rhymes galore because we're down by law
Rockin' to the rhythm with the Cold Crush Four
Casanova's in the house
Casanova all over, rock the house (Say what?)
Zulu, rock the house
And to my man Five-O, rock the house, say it
Smitty Rock, rock the house
And to my man Tiny, rock the house, say it
Sundance, rock the house...