| 歌曲 | My Name Is Young |
| 歌手 | Young MC |
| 专辑 | Stone Cold Rhymin' |
| 作词 : Dike, Young, Young M. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand | |
| I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young | |
| But so you think that it's your destiny | |
| To get the best of me, but I suggest to be | |
| Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me | |
| Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it | |
| Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I'm not fakin' it | |
| Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf | |
| Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself | |
| This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs | |
| And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough | |
| I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back | |
| I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track | |
| And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow | |
| My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? | |
| I got know-how | |
| Party people, I got know...how | |
| I kick it just like this... | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant | |
| Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident | |
| Yes, cuz I'm that type of man | |
| Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am | |
| I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder | |
| Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under | |
| I make no errors, mistakes or blunders | |
| It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder | |
| My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well | |
| Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell | |
| It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus | |
| And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts | |
| Smooth operator, female persuader | |
| Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her | |
| I got the kind of style for the here and the now | |
| And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? | |
| I got know-how | |
| Party people, I got know...how | |
| Bust it! | |
| Verse 3 | |
| MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin' | |
| I'll treat 'em like doublemint gum and start chewin' | |
| I spit 'em out when the flavour's gone | |
| And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn | |
| Cuz I'm tough like a bone, sly like Stallone | |
| Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone | |
| Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror | |
| Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors | |
| Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard | |
| With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard | |
| Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often | |
| Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften | |
| Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect | |
| I start to build like a builder from a architect | |
| Movin' all around, above and under the ground | |
| You see my face, and then you hear my sound | |
| Comin' atcha with the mic in hand | |
| I'm gonna take command just the way I planned | |
| Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan | |
| Don't you understand? I'm like Superman | |
| Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal? | |
| You better be for real, I got sex appeal | |
| This is what I feel, and this here's my vow | |
| And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? | |
| I got know-how...and I'm chillin', never illin' | |
| In my mouth I got two fillin's...whatever! | |
| I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over | |
| My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it... |
| zuò cí : Dike, Young, Young M. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand | |
| I' ll tell you now my name, my name is Young | |
| But so you think that it' s your destiny | |
| To get the best of me, but I suggest to be | |
| Quiet, bro', don' t even try it from the east and west of me | |
| Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it | |
| Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I' m not fakin' it | |
| Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf | |
| Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself | |
| This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs | |
| And it' s no accident that these rhymes sound tough | |
| I' m goin' off, baby, there' s no turnin' back | |
| I' m on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8track | |
| And when the show is finally finished I' ll be takin' my bow | |
| My name is Young, and yo I got knowhow, you know what I' m sayin'? | |
| I got knowhow | |
| Party people, I got know... how | |
| I kick it just like this... | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I got juice like the president, I' m makin' rappers hesitant | |
| Invite me to your house and I' ll be chillin' like a resident | |
| Yes, cuz I' m that type of man | |
| Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am | |
| I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y' all wonder | |
| Why I' m on top with all the other rappers under | |
| I make no errors, mistakes or blunders | |
| It' s like a wedding, let no man put asunder | |
| My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well | |
| Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell | |
| It' s no hocuspocus, I' ll just get you into focus | |
| And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts | |
| Smooth operator, female persuader | |
| Spot a fly girl and in a week I' m gonna date her | |
| I got the kind of style for the here and the now | |
| And I can do it cuz I got knowhow, you know what I' m sayin'? | |
| I got knowhow | |
| Party people, I got know... how | |
| Bust it! | |
| Verse 3 | |
| MC' s I' ll ruin, cuz I know what I' m doin' | |
| I' ll treat ' em like doublemint gum and start chewin' | |
| I spit ' em out when the flavour' s gone | |
| And I repeat the chewin' practice ' til the break of dawn | |
| Cuz I' m tough like a bone, sly like Stallone | |
| Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone | |
| Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror | |
| Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors | |
| Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard | |
| With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard | |
| Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often | |
| Hard as a rock and no sign I' ll soften | |
| Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect | |
| I start to build like a builder from a architect | |
| Movin' all around, above and under the ground | |
| You see my face, and then you hear my sound | |
| Comin' atcha with the mic in hand | |
| I' m gonna take command just the way I planned | |
| Cuz I' m a oneman band and you are my fan | |
| Don' t you understand? I' m like Superman | |
| Yeah, the Man of Steel, don' t you know the deal? | |
| You better be for real, I got sex appeal | |
| This is what I feel, and this here' s my vow | |
| And now you know the brother with knowhow, you know what I' m sayin'? | |
| I got knowhow... and I' m chillin', never illin' | |
| In my mouth I got two fillin' s... whatever! | |
| I' m on the mic, cold stone gettin' over | |
| My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it... |