50 cups of coffee and you know it´s on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
Can´t rock the house without the party people
Cause when we´re gettin down we are all equal
There´s no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously
Like pins and needles and words that sting
At the blink of an eye I will do my thing
Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins
Like diggin down deep in the record bins
Everybody gettin down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8

Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin´

Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I´m soft spoken
When I´m in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
I got the spice you bring the sauce
You can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
I´ll be with the hammer and the nail at your door
With these funky beats I be goin´ head huntin´
Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something
I can give you all you need
A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Let me tell you now that´s my favorite shit
And when I got a new rhyme I just say it

So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin´