People tell me that I brag a lot 'cause I call myself the Masterman

Always talkin' 'bout how I got dynamite in every hand

Hit it

Me and my brother we live alone, got no television, got no

telephone

But when we walk down the street people get out of the way

They say "Here come the Masterman and Baby J"

"Here come the Masterman and Baby J"

Hit it--hit it



When we get on the mike we'll be number one

Even top D.M.C. and Run

Everybody's really gonna have some fun

'Cause we're takin' 'em all the way down

We're takin' 'em all the way down

Gonna rap about this, gonna rap about that

Gonna tell everybody where it's at

All over the world people gonna say

You got to dig the Masterman and Baby J

You got to dig the Masterman and Baby J

Hit it



People tell me "Man you live in a dump"

"You won't never be nothin' but a pumped-up chump"

You got no money--you got no sense

You won't never be nothing, you won't ever be nothing

I say well-well-well-well

When I look out my window, you know what I see

I don't see no whores in the stinkin' street

I don't see no drunks and junkies dying

I don't see no bums or garbage flyin'

I see me and J in the L.A. Coliseum

100,000 people on their feet

And they're laughin' and bumpin' and screamin' and cryin'

And jumpin' up on their seat



And then the band begins to play and then they hush up

And then the band begins to play and then they hush up

And it gets real quiet in the Coliseum with the stage all

dark and bare

Maybe a little rain begins to fall--yeah

But the people stayin' right there

Then you can hear that announcer say

Please welcome! (the crowd roars)

Please welcome! (the crowd roars)

L.A.'s own, the number one

The biggest, the best, the number one bad in the USA

The Masterman and Baby J!

The Masterman and Baby J!