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Rapper's Delight Karaoke - The Sugarhill Gang

This title is a cover version of Rapper's Delight as made famous by The Sugarhill Gang

Formats included:


The CDG format (also called CD+G or MP3+G) is suitable for most karaoke machines. It includes an MP3 file and synchronized lyrics (Karaoke Version only sells digital files (MP3+G) and you will NOT receive a CD).

This universal format works with almost any device (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, Connected TVs...)

This format is suitable for KaraFun Windows Player, a free karaoke software. It allows you to turn on or off the backing vocals, lead vocals, and change the pitch or tempo.

Your purchase allows you to download your video as often as you prefer, and in all of these formats.


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

Tempo: variable (around 111 BPM)

In the same key as the original: Em

Duration: 07:15 - Sample at: 02:08

Release date: 1979
Genres: Funk, Rap & Hip Hop, In English
Original songwriter: Bernard Edwards (US), Nile Rodgers

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

Lyrics Rapper's Delight

I said a hip-hop the hippie the hippie to the hip, hip-hop
And you don't stop the rockin' to the bang-bang boogie say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat
Now what you hear is not a test
I'm rapping to the beat
And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello
Ah to the black, to the white the red and the brown the purple and yellow
But first I gotta
Bang-bang the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock
You don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice
Ah but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank
Come on Hank sing that song
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN
The O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons
I'll tell you why
You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a tee
You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards
I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school
I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall
I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball
Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards
More money a-than a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker not a dime 'till I made it again
Everybody go Hotel, motel
Whatcha gonna do today
'Cos Imma get a fly girl
Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go Hotel, motel
Holiday Inn
You see if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend
Ah Master Gee
Ah my mellow
It's on you so what you gonna do
Well it's on and on and on
On and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a M-A-S
A G with a double E
I said I go by a-the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee
Well my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet
And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat
And then damn you start doin' the freak
I said damn
A-right outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air
You're rockin' to the rhythm
Shake your derriere
You're rockin' to the beat without a care with the sure-shot MCs for the affair
Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang but I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize
Singin' on an-and on and on
On and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
A-singin' on an-and on and on
On and on
Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie
Pop the pop, pop
You don't dare stop
Come alive y'all
A-gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch and find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay
I still keep in stride 'cos all I'm here to do is just a-wiggle your behind
Singin' on an-and on
And on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
A-singin' on an-and on and on
On and on
Rock-rock y'all
A-get on the floor
I'm gonna freak ya here
I'm gonna freak you there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put the jig-jig-jiggles in your behind
I said a-one two three four
Come on girls
A-get on the floor
A-come alive y'all
A-gimme what ya got 'cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one two three four
Tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for
Said a-hip-hop
The hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip-a-hop and you don't stop rockin'
To the bang-bang, the boogie
Say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie
The beat
A-skiddlee be-bop
We rock a scooby doo
And guess what
America we love you
Ah 'cos ya rock and a-roll with-a so much soul you could rock 'till you're hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag
I don't mean to boast but we're like hot butter on a breakfast toast
We rock it up
A-baby bubba
Baby bubba to the boogie
The bang-bang, the boogie
To the beat, beat
It's so unique
Come on everybody and dance to the beat
A hip-hop
The hippie, the hippie to the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop
A-rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie to the boogie
The beat
I say I can't wait 'till the end of the week when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat
An attempt to raise your body heat
A-just blow your mind so a-that you can't speak
A-do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called the freak
And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat rest a little while so ya don't get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank
A-sing that song
A-to the rhythm of the boogie
The bang-bang, the bong
Well I'm Imp the Dimp
The ladies pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs that shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside into the front you do the freak
Spank and do the bump
And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point
We're treacherous trio a-with a serious joint
A-from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastatin' masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'till you can't resist
I say it goes like this
Well I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables
This young reporter
I did adore so I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before
She said Damn fly guy
I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said By the way baby what's your name
Said I go by the name
Lois Lane
And you could be my boyfriend
You surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said He's a fairy
I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy or even cute but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit
I said You need a man who's got finesse and his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night but can he rock a party 'till the early light
He can't satisfy you with his little worm but I can bust you out with my super sperm
I go do it, I go do it
I go do it, do it, do it
And I'm here and I'm there
I'm Big Bank Hank
I'm everywhere
A-just throw your hands up in the air and party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it
A-don't stop y'all
A-tick a-tock y'all
You don't stop
It go Hotel, motel
A-whatcha gonna do today

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