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Christmas Rappin' Karaoke - Kurtis Blow

This title is a cover version of Christmas Rappin' as made famous by Kurtis Blow

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 112 BPM)

In the same key as the original: A, B♭

The song begins a capella

Duration: 08:12 - Sample at: 03:01

Release date: 1979
Genres: Christmas, Disco, Funk, Rap & Hip Hop, In English
Composers: James B Moore, Lawrence Smith, Denzil Miller, Robert Arthur Ford, Kurt Walker

All files available for download are backing tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Christmas Rappin'

Hold it now wait hold it thats played out, hit it
Don't you get me all that JIVE about things you wrote before I's alive
'Cos this ain't eighteen twentythree ain't even nineteen-seveteen
Now I'm the guy named
Kurtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know
So every year just about this time
I celebrate it with a rhyme
Gonna shake it, gonna bake it gonna make it good
Gonna rock shock rock it through your neighborhood
Gonna ring it, gonna sing it 'till it's understood
My rap's about to happen like the knee you was slappin'
Or the toe you been tappin' on a hunk of wood
'Bout a red suited dude with a friendly attitude
And a sleigh full of goodies for the people on the block
Got a long white beard maybe looks kind of weird
And if you ever see him he could give you quite a shock
Now people let me tell ya about last year when the dude came flying over here
Well the hawk was out the snow's on the ground folks stayed into party down
The beat was thumping on the block and I was dancing in my socks
And the drummer played at a solid pace
And a taste of the base was in my face
And the guitar player laid down a heavy layer of the funky junky rhythm of the disco Beat
And the guy with the eighty-eigth started to participate
And I could sure appreciate it sound so sweat
We were all in the mood so we had a little food
And a joke, and a smoke and a little bit of wine
When I thought I heard a hoof on top of the roof
Could it be or was it me
I was feeling super fine
So I went to the attic where I thought heard the static
On a chance that the prance was somebody breaking in
But the noise on the top was a reindeer clop
Just a trick Saint Nick and I let the sucker in
He was roly, he was Poly and I said holy moly
You got a lot of whiskers on your chinny, chin, chin
He allowed, he was proud of the hairy little crowd
On the point of the door where the skin should've been
Get's cool for a fool throwin' out every you
For a day on sleigh where the cold winds blow
So the beard maybe cleared but I never have a cheered
'Cos it's warm in the storm when it's ten below
I said you're right it's cold tonight
But can you stop for a drop before you go?
He said why not if the music's hot
And I'll chance a dance beneath the mistletoe
So he went downstairs and forgot his cares
And he rocked the spot and danced like a pro
And every young girl tried to rock his world
But he booged the oogie oogied 'till he had to go
And before he went this fine old gent
Finding gifts went to sift through his big red bags
In the top for the bottom he reached in and got 'em toys for the boys for the girls glad rags
And the grownups got some presents too
A new TV and a stere-u
A new Seville 'bout as blue as the sky the best that money couldn't buy
'Cos money could never ever buy the feelin'
The one that comes from not concealin'
The way you feel about your friends and this is how the story ends
The dude ya reads back at the pole up north where everything is cold
But if he were right here tonight he'd say Merry Christmas and to all a good night
I see that it's not clear for you good buddy so clean out your ears
Listen very closely while I pop my game
'Cos my name's in the Hall of Fame
The K-U-R, the T-I-S the first is the best I must confess
The B-L-O and the W
I make you wanna catch the boogaloo flu
Now, if your name is Annie get up off your fannie
If your name is Clyde get off your backside
If you name is Pete you don't need a seat
'Cos I'm Kurtis Blow and I'm on the go
I'm rocking to the beat in stere-ery-ooh
Now just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if your ready like Freddie to rock real steady somebody say, oh yeah
Young ladies, all the ladies in the house say, aoh
And you don't stop come on, come on, come on let me see you rock
Ah get down and stop messing around
When Kurtis Blow is in your town
I'm Kurtis Blow on the microphone
A place called Harlem was my home
I was rocking one day it started to shake
It sound to me a-like a earthquake
I packed my bags
I said goodbye
I kissed my woman and I started to fly
I came to Earth by a meteorite to rock you all on the mic
So just kick off your shoes let your fingers pop
Kurtis Blow's just about ready to rock
Now the people in the back if you're not too whack, say
The people in the front if you want to bump, say
The people in the middle if you want to wiggle, say
And the people on the side if you want to slide, say
Now a preacher or a teacher or a electrician
A fighter, or a writer or a politician
The man with the key to your ignition
Kurtis Blow is competition
Young ladies, shock the house yes, the young ladies shock the house
Now just throw your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
If you're really ready to rock this house this morning somebody say, oh yeah
Somebody scream
Young ladies, Mercedes all the ladies in the house say aoh
Say oh, oh, oh oh
Ain't no shit show and keep on tick a rock rock rock tick rock rock rock and
Don't stop the party rock and everybody say oh, oh
And all the brothers fly guys, get high
Say macho, macho
Mucho macho
Hu ha, hu hu ha
Keep on rocking on keep keep on rock the hip the hap on
Like a little boy blue blowing on a horn
A needle on a record trying to play a song
It's been that way since the day it was born
I like twenty-five cent bag pop corn
Deep deep down so so delight purge your ears and open up your eyes
So you gon' hear and realize that I am here to tranquillise
Got the nata-cool jack better in barrette
I guess I'll move around and cross it down and keep down
Stop messing around when Kurtis blow is in your town
I'm a one of a kind
I'll wreck them all
Do a wiggle double wiggle and your behind
Twice as nice I'm skating on ice when my mamma gave birth
She made me the baddest MC on earth y'all
To the beat that makes you free
Get outta your seat and freak to the beat
The weather is cold so catch some heat

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