Do you still remember how we me? Yah, Me too... It was a warm fall day, August of 1982 I certainly recall how time just, flew Conversation was light and lax, between us two Me and my boo, sittin’ together, swappin’ stories Of times, of travels, of peoples that, we once knew And the beauty of it all is Love you, I Wanna make this thing last, minutes spent with you Happen to be all I need to keep me goin’ through and through I’ve further assessed the situation as hmmm (Adlibs: “hmmm what else?”) tried and true By which channels may I make you believe? ‘Cause if you don’t, well, yah know… You might just up and leave Go out of my way to buy you flowers and cand-day right? Candid, so you know the man can, did, indeed-e-doo Candid-like, kissin’ you by the candlelight You and the man, me and the woo-man too And who knew, that us two, could make such beautiful music [Chorus] Flowers, birds and the bees Love you, I; Love you, I; Love you, I -Feel like I’m the “King of the World” Tie-TAHN-up And you’re out of it, fresh out-the-oven-hot, When I proclaim to the fam that you’re fan-tastic They said “That boy at it again…”, but they doubt me not YYR Right on the mark, Bulls-eyes, you know in whose eyes -Never false, truth right here, like “Who lies?”- You can rest the weight of the day or weigh a day or two Against the wall and against ‘em all, we two, go thither [Chorus] Flowers, birds and the bees Love you, I; Love you, I; Love you, I -And thee can hopefully create another ‘she’ Oui oui, sha ja, t’would be Who of me, to expand our fam-il-y A-milli-on ways to love a girl”, I wrote A note in the first grade to Love you, I Hereby proclaim, “You are my world” [Chorus] Flowers, birds and the bees Love you, I; Love you, I; Love you, I -Know nothing but your delicate embrace -ing mine, embracing time, evading lines, Producing a bigger pic -churning the cream of the essence of the blessings that manifest in a form legible to the Eye, Love you, Ok-Bye!

So my, face was bruised, I was bloody and beaten “I’ll take care of your dragon problem, as sure a sound!” Little had I imagined, my words I would be eatin’ Like a steak, like a cupcake, but more like the ground With which I was presently getting’ intimate The fight was just gettin’ good, or so I thought Truth be told, sword I hold, I was bold and getting’ into it Endure the pain to stake your claim is what I was taught Ok, so I ain’t doin’ too well at this very moment But boy oh boy oh boy, you should’ve seen me before I was swingin’, I was slashin’, the dragon’s life I was holdin’ But um…well, not no more My sidekick is buggin’, “Dude you gotta get up!” “Aww crap, gimme some slack, can’t I just lay here?” “Well, you’re more than welcome to, if you wanna get crushed.” Thought this here would be easy, you know, Man of the Year Not done, no, not quite done quite yet Despite my best efforts this dragon, she’s doin’ damage I gotta find a place to hide ‘till things get quiet On my last leg, I don’t think, that I can manage It’s…getting dark…. Wait! [simulated thunder strike] I awoke with a start, What’s this? I had been graciously spared by fate Oooooooo weeee, oh joyous day My better judgment just showed itself Sidekick hit the road and ran Alright YYR, I got a head of myself This is how your hero’s story really began [Chorus] Defeat the dungeon and the dragon and come back a he-ro Defeat the dungeon and the dragon and come back a he-ro I had graciously agreed to help a town in need A King, a Princess, a palace, hmmm, what else? It was nothing more than a self-less act of my chivalry Yaaaah, but I’m countin’ on putting the trophy on my shelf Without thinking, I agreed out on a whim But that Princess, hmmmm, she ain’t lookin’ too bad Without thinking, I agreed now I’m out on a limb I showed up, and saw the dragon, oh crap I’d been had The fame, the fortune, the thanks, the name These are items I was tryin’ to get my hands around The flame, the torture, the chains, the game These are all items, I could’ve done without Reflection time’s ended and I’m back in the dungeon Feeling more less than more splendid, I got to my feet All I had to do was suck it up and get to expungin’ Wait, what was that? Hold on, rewind, repeat All I had to do was…”Aaaaaah, here she comes” [Chorus] Defeat the dungeon and the dragon and come back a he-ro Defeat the dungeon and the dragon and come back a he-ro End (Part One)

VIKITAHN: Somebody stop me! Vicky B.: Some bodies wish they could WK: The Wiz Kat VIKITAHN real, huh, real good MM: YYR, we do that then we do to somethin’ WK: What you might note as Superior-esque [employ delay] MM: Super-ior breasts, chests, deflect bull-ets WK: Makin’ ‘em yell for nothin’ “AH-AH!!” (double adlib) Turr-ets MM: Blast it up on ‘em and let ‘em I’re blastin’ WK: Mega Duece, Big Fau, Call Colonel Dastun (Adlib- “Big O!” from the cartoon) MM: Ya Sha ja, you know The Mad Man Vick B. WK: Killin’ they asses in Red Rover, that’s why they pick me MM: Slice a neck, and turn it to a gizzard, put it in my soup WK: Girls diggin’ the neck tie-die red red rum in the coupe MM: One in the hand, two in the chute, shoot you WK: Bring five a friends to the after party shawty MM: Low, behold oh no, show no fear WK: Oh lords knows, VIKITAHN carry the spear (adlib “torch”) MM: Heyo, can a brotha see some blood right quick WK: -en-a-slick den a- VIKI-tik-tiken ‘em MM: I’m mother-flippin’ crazy, if you can’t dig it WK: Why not just dig a grave, [wacky sound] and put yourself in-it? MM: Got six feet a’ bull on top, Hop On Pop [epic pop sound] WK: Send ‘em for a loop, like this beat, watch ‘em power walk MM: So many Pamper-wearin’ clothes hampers still talkin’ that mess WK: But they stumble upon VIKITAHN and make a mess in their pants MM: YYR, that’s why they smell like corpses, dead ones WK: That’s why Ima heavy weight on the mic, YYR, one tons MM: Enough, the wack’ll do yah toes in (adlib- “Vicky B.”) WK: Chosen ones, chosen so few of us, fact MM: We dat, you not, skat skiddadle you gnat WK: We carry on like well-stocked games of Beer Pong MM: Was that really a new dress…aaah no, beer upon. WK: Yah, yah, yah, blah blah blah MM: Wamma-slam bamma jammin’ another fat one WK: Using alien technology, hit ‘em off with the ray gun MM: Hold that thought…[laser sounds]Ok, fried ‘em WK: Some jump to the band wagon, I jump to beats and ride ‘em MM: Some jump to conclusions, I duck the heat and slide ‘em WK: You and you and your friend come take a closer look MM: I’ll show you the best recipe for humans in this cook book WK: Gee Wiz Kat, why can’t we Super Rap like that? MM: If you say another word kid, I’ll take yah ass to the back. WK: Come on Mad Man, why don’t you play nice? MM: Come on VIKITAHN, why don’t you hold this knife? Ha! WK: I wife the strife, doin’ tricks with what they call life MM: Floss them teeth S.O.B., here’s some barbed wire WK: To be the very best there is, that to which I aspire MM: Suehn suehn suehn, build you a funeral pyre WK: I’m higher, yes-sire-ee, that’s why these boys settle down MM: I sew a cow, chicken and a duck in their chest now WK: Error, does not compute, lame meter’s off the chart MM: Caught ‘em off guard, now he actin’ all smart WK: Oh ch’et, flows that’ll break yah neck MM: First-hand account on account o’ the floor Inspect The Deck WK: “Are you…?” Nah boa, I ain’t done yet WK: Doin’ two lines now, I don’t do drugs, trust (adlib: “Trust!” like in the song) I sniff the stuff of life, pixie dust, and break you down to your primary make-up and rust, YYR MM: My turn burn the mic a bit, I leave yah like a Republican, no benefits for yah kits, I split the wigs and give you the hits you really ain’t askin for… WK: Four score and seven kat ago, I put yah ass in the catacombs, with my rhymes, I’m dropped nickels and dimes, and nickels, talkin’ back to boys, who suck pickles MM: It should be fairly obvious WK: But if it’s not MM: Recognize that the mic, just got got!

>VIKITAHN “Viki-tiki-tahn” Sometimes I think I try to say too much Tryin’ so damn hard to squeeze so many rhymes, into one line YYR, kinda like that, aw shucks. Shrugs, when asked, “What it’s all about, bubb?” Everybody wants me to listen to rap non-stop But I be like Ebenezer Scrooge, “Bah hum-bug!” Got better things to do than to listen to them mugs Who walk around on Mother Earth like a Persian rug [Shot] Take a chill pill kid, listen to VIKITAHN, I shall live my life alone, that’s my stance Hypothetically, I’m faced with a difficult decision I got make a tough call every now and then You think I’ll say to save the human? Guess again I could care less man, just save my pad and pen “The Wiz Kat, out.”   >V. Scriller “V.-killer-Scriller,” Life is hard, there ain’t no doubt about that I gotta couple things to say to sum up the crap I guess I’ll pen ‘em in until I make the Bejamins Oh so similar to the “Fake It Till You Make It” plaque [Rocket sounds] I’ll be holdin’ my breathe [exaggerated draw/inhale] [Exhales] patiently waitin’ with bated breathe until you make it back Sort of like claims, yah make ‘em until you stake ‘em Sorta like leaves, mom complains until you rake ‘em [Shot] In case of an emergency, you’d better not be stayin’ in Break the glass, check the meter, then pull the pin Find the closest exit, I’ll meet you there in ten Will we make it out alive? Well that all depends If you’re all prepped we’ll step into the din Amongst all the noise, I hold close my pad and pen. “The Sure Shot, out”   >VICEROY “Vice-ice-roy” Aye aye aye aye aye baby what it is? VICEROY has never been an explicit kid Speak the sort of stuff, that make you wanna get with Us. Writing Wrongs, whilst we write songs, miss Sophisticate got me rather distracted, To the stage, that I am remiss So unlike the musicians that hit the spliff We assimilate nothing into our collective abyss [Shot] Let us go out, and let’s have some fun Let us frolic in the woods, let’s be as one You think I’m pleasant wait until you meet my son Sabre slick shades grace my face, done, like “I [still] Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” to the bun Like I love you, but I’m in love with my pad and pen, hun “The Real Deal out.”  >Vicky B. “Vicky-freakin’-B.” All up on them roof tops sellin’ In your moms’ rooms yelling Jelly fish up in my socks, “I gellin’ like Magellan” YYR sonny, wield a blaster pistol like I’m Han in Five whole days, the lawdies couldn’t catch ‘em in Five whole ways Vicky B. a gentleman [laughs obnoxiously] if you buy that Yooouu might deserve my sentiments [Shot] Ya-ah-eh-er, that’s what I’m talkin’ bout Kid was poppin’ off in my face, in doubt Kid ate some hot peppers he got from his house Kid laid my ass with mace, say you don’t spray about Kid didn’t see space until I pulled it out What was it you ask? Pad and pen yah louse “The Mad Man, out” FIN

[Peice] Stop When I think about you, multiple things come to mind To sort it all out, I put the adjectives in line I possess so many methods to describe you and I To sort it all out, I put the adjectives in line Go Indubitably, is a word I might use to expound on the way that you and I fuse Special is a term I’m inwardly implored to employ, Ladies, if you’re special, gon’ head and make some noise Tasty, Oh baby baby, you know I like the ice cream, flavour that you serve me in my dreams, that I savor when I awake and realize that you’re with me, Yayer(drawn), yes-sir-ee Consummate. A word to let you know you run the Nation of Perfect consulate, something I constantly contemplate Epi.super.duper.calla.fragile.istic.tistic.hypno.expialla.kazam, Sultry, your hot and humid, you’re barley human, you’re not from around here, that’s why I’m pursuin’ -Break- Wham bam, I’m back again to give you a hand, and to let you know that I dig yah Yooooouuuu’rrrrre Great! Tony-award winnin’ I promise I lie not, dare not I be sinnin’ Splendid, at times used interchangeably with fabulous, can you fathom this girl I’m talkin’ bout More. Good, great. Better, best believe, she best the rest at any crucible or test B. Very nice. How much? I may put you in the Cobra Clutch if yah make the mistake and touch my bay-beh Superior. Somethin’ like my Rap, somethin’ like the snap of a snare, sumehn like boom boom bap (Adlib- Yah) Sugar, spice, and everything nice. In the town MyHeartzville I impart my skills on stupid-Sideways beats to give these honeys the chills, brrrrrr, I do declare “That Real Deal kills.” YYR Far. From second, I reckon, that you occupy the podium’s first-place-space Amazing. Grac-ious sakes, you take my heart’s shape to outer space and I become the Victor of the space racin’ home only to return with stories of missing thee truly truly Scrumptious. Truly, thou art. In laymen’s terms you’re, state-of-the-freakin’-art Beautiful. Last but not least, in an effort to remind everybody that pretty girls are a "Dime A Dozen" This is why they are called 'Dimes'. "Beautiful" individuals are so much harder to find.... At the end of the day, you’re just so damned hard to define. [Peice] Stop When I think about you, multiple things come to mind To sort it all out, I put the adjectives in line I possess so many methods to describe you and I To sort it all out, I put the adjectives in line Part One gone…

"Through Pursed Lips" …Twas that very same breathe which had at times toppled the mightiest of Kingdoms T’which had once been employed in the destruction of long-standing empires That is now being utilized as a tool of beautiful, elite, and perhaps even immaculate creation. Behold, I create the cold… FIN It’s gonna be colder than hades in a world without me A Mercedes, Aston, fast-en-ough to take me to the glass But not nearly fast enough, the gas is stuck, so we revin’ it up ‘Till I reach my last, the final, the finale, That I cashed and traded, away, chasin’, wasted Days in a mighty hot pursuit of the Femme fatale I get back, oh baby baby, I get back Receiving tokens that are nothing but deval[ued] You’d prolly too trade your youth for the soup The Super-ior skills that kills the comp-tronic Never having been a Kat to write the rap, whilst I puff chronic YYR, there be nary a sign o’ snow in my flow I[‘ll] take you from level 77 to the first flo-er Not quite right in the head, pop ‘em, Drop ‘em quick, a game o’ hot potato up in this bit! If you’re having a hard time wreckin’ a Shure mic, sure mike, “I’ll send The Wiz Kat, VIKITAHN in to finish it” The Wiz Kat, indeed, sha ja, that be my sobriquet Hit you in the mouth, with a vocal one-two punch Make a brother feel like he had solarcaine For lunch, for dinner I’m a Gun-damn sinner Tick-tock, checkin’ our phones for updates on how I be Sand-rockin’ these boys Call me, Quatre Raberba Winner Sendin’ Zeeks in three, three’s sets couldn’t set me up to fail Bet yah best bacon I make jail bait into jail bail, thinkin’ aah aah Got no respect for sucka M.C.’s who’s greatest ass-set is big-ass lips with which they proceed to press against buns and {*Kiss sound} butt-kiss Finding the opening I need to proceed with Superior rigors of my daily deeds... FIN