My Buddy

[Fresh Prince]

I'd like to know, are you really for some super-dynamite soul?

Introducing the world's greatest entertainer

The amazing Mr. Beat-Beat himself

The hardest working beatbox in showbusiness

Ready Rock!

[RR]	Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C

[FP]	Tell em your name, tell em your name

[RR]	Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C

[FP]	Ooh that was nice Ready

[RR]	Ready Rock, rrrrrrrrrrrrr

Ready Rock

[FP]	Hey man, hold up man

I think I wanna tell em a little about this man

Aight break it down Ready, break it down

[Fresh Prince]

Please pay attention, to my rhyme

So I can tell you all about this pal of mine

He's my buddy, my best friend

When it's a beat I need it's a beat he'll lend

I wanna take time-out, to talk about him

Cause frankly I don't know what I would do without him

We work together like a medical crew

When I'm backin Ready up {I'm backin Prince up too}

Tryin to beat us, that doesn't make any sense

He's Ready Rock C, and I'm the Fresh Prince

In the rap industry we're ranked as first

Ain't a better combination in the whole UNIVERSE

So if you wanna battle your future looks muddy

Cause you just can't beat my buddy

Word, break it down break it down Ready

We've won so many battles, people think it's a trick

That when the crowd gets to judge it's US that they'll pick

They see Ready's face and then they hear my voice

To choose us as the winners is the natural choice

Because battle after battle we remain on top

Cause it's not the way we look, it's the way that we rock

So if you thought you wanted to battle, bust this rhyme

Just keep it and I'm sure that I can change your mind

There was ten whack dudes tryin to play high post

One crew got bold and they began to boast

I said, "Y'all SHUT UP and get back in line"

But they refused {what happened now?}  So now there's nine

Nine whack crews tryin to rock like this

They were bitin my rhymes, they just couldn't resist

I said please stop bitin, please don't imitate

But they kept on bitin, so there's now there's eight

Eight whack crews poppin big time trash

Tellin us that in a battle we can't last

The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven

Was no longer eight crews (how many was there?) There was seven

Seven whack crews in a football huddle

Tryin to figure out their next rebuttal

They came out strong, you'd think they are the ultimate

But we just dissed em and dismissed em, so now there's six

Six whack crews, tryin to be tough

Who the hell told em they could rock the mic like us?

We got straight down to business didn't pop no jive

We just {Whoosh} blew em out, so now there's five

Five whack crews lined up in the hallway

All perpetratin like they're read to play

My secretary walked out, she asked for one more

They got scared, and left, so now there's four

Four whack crews outside playin around

I said I'll take you all on, now how does that sound?

Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic

I said, "OK, I'll let you go, PSYCH!"

That's the moral, of this story

Never try to take me and Ready Rock's glory

Cause if you do, your future looks muddy

Cause you just can't beat me and my buddy

Hahah, word, uhh

Yeah, ay Ready Rock, hold up hold up hold up

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

What man what?

C'mon man, man, I wonder, can, can I just interrupt the record for a second?