Juice

Kurtis Blow

I was walkin' down the avenue the other day



When I heard this crazy sound



It was nothing but a guy with a set of drums



But he was really gettin' down



He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack



When I got a pair of sticks in hand



I got savior faire on the bass and snare



And I'm here to take my stand



I got juice




The next to show was a guy named Joe



Came in from Kalamazoo



Had a Kango cap with a real smooth rap



And he knew just what to do



He was an outta work bricklayer,part-time conga player



Brought along a set of LP's



Don't do a lot of talkin',let my fingers do the walkin'



And I play just as pretty as you please



I got juice




There was a guy with a bass,had a handsome face



And designer clothes all around



He said I'm into threads,don't wear Pro Keds



But I can make that funky sound



I play Fender Jazz,I got razz-ma-tazz



I got style from head to toe



It's a funky sound that I learned uptown



And I'm here to let you know



I got juice




About a minute went by when another guy



Showed up with an old guitar



Well it hard to be from World War III



Or run over by a car



It don't look like much,but it's sweet to touch



They don't make'em like this today



It's been around,but check the sound



Then see what you say



I got juice




There was a dude with a bongo,came from the Congo



Had a rough beat of his own



He dressed real strangle,wore beads and chains



But he could rock you all alone



He said call me Chief and I've got relief



For those weary dancin' blues



I got jungle heat from a primative beat



And I know