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
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
Movin' on my wheels
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
Ah, yeah, I need a little bit of cooperation right about now
I'd like to find out who's favorite detective it is
Is it Mannix?
Barnaby Jones?
Somebody 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, all the people are callin' my pit
When I get on there is no stoppin'
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?
The maestro
Who is the man?
What? The maestro
Give it, give it
The maestro
Give it up
The maestro
All three cheers for the maestro