The Maestro

Yo, Paul, this is Al, you can kiss my ass

I ain't interested in you anyhow

I'm just interested in the B-Boys

So fuck you, my man

Yeaaaah, yeah...

Who is it?

Who is the man comin' down your block?

It's me, you see, with the funk in my walk

'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to

Today is my day, yeah, and I'mma get nice too

You gotta keep movin', and you can't say nothing

I'mma keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin'

One thing you ought to know

Well, I am the maestro

Yeah, you motherfuckers, I'm all that

I see you lookin' at me sayin'

How can he be so skinny and live so phat?

You know why, 'cause I'm the maestro

Yeah, you know and I'm...

Move outta my way

You got that?

I feel like Rufus Thomas, the crown prince of dance

I'm Mike D, and I'm known for romance

I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side

And I'm riding down the block, like I'm on a water slide

'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck

'Cause I got nothing to lose, 'cause I don't give a fuck

See I'm a player, I play, don't play to win, I play to show

Yeah, I am the maestro!

Ahh, yeah, I need a little bit of cooperation right about now

I'd like to find out who's favorite detective it is

Who is this?

Is it Mannix?

Barnaby Jones?

Sombody say Columbo

Mickey Mulroney?

Is it Cannon...

Barnaby Jones?

I said that already

Yeah, that's right, ya'll

You know I got my own shit

See, this ain't America's Most Wanted

This is America's Most Mackin!

That's right, other people all call it, my hit!

When I get on there is no stoppin'!

Who is this?

Who is the man? Who is the man?

Who is the man? Who is the man?

Who is the man? Who is the man?

Who is the man? Who is the man?

Who is the man?

Who's that? He is the maestro (Who is the man?)

(Who is the man?)

What? The maestro! (Who is the man?)

Give it, give it, the maestro (Who is the man?)

Give it up, the maestro (Who is the man?)

All three cheers for the maestro!