- VMA, we are Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
[MUSIC - GRANDMASTER FLASH AND THE FURIOUS FIVE,
"THE MESSAGE"]
Put your hands up!
- Put those hands up!
- Put your hands up. - Come on!
Come on!
Come on! Come on!
- Come on!
- Come on, put your hands up!
- Come on! Come on!
Come on! - Loud as you can.
- Somebody say ho.
Ho!
Say, ho, ho.
Ho, ho!
Now, everybody scream!
[audience screams]
(RAPPING) We got broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stage,
you know they just don't care.
You see, I can't take the smell,
Can't take the noise,
Got no money to move out,
I guess I got no choice.
Rats in the front room,
Roaches in the backs,
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat.
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
- Everybody sing!
(RAPPING) But the man with the tow truck repossessed my car.
- 1, 2, everybody sing.
(RAPPING) Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge.
I'm trying not to lose my head.
Ha-ha, ha-ha.
It's like a jungle sometimes,
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under.
It's like a jungle sometimes,
It makes you wonder how I keep from going under.
Ha-ha ha-ha, rah!
[MUSIC - DOUG E. FRESH, "THE SHOW"]
- Oh my gosh, is he real?
Oh my, is he real?
- Oh, my god!
(RAPPING) Excuse me, Doug E. Fresh.
Have you ever seen a show with fellas on the mic
With one minute rhymes that don't come out right?
They bite. They never write.
That's not polite. Over there.
We lying?
No, you're quite right.
Well, tonight, on this very mic, you're about to hear
We swear
Best darn rappers of the
year So
Cheerio Yell
Scream, bravo.
Also, if you didn't know.
- Jersey, and you're happy to be alive, make some noise.
[cheering, applause]
Hey, real, let's go.
You ready? - All right.
- Here we go.
(RAPPING) Go, Doug E. Go Doug E. Go Doug E. Go, Doug E. Go,
Doug E. Go, Doug E.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
[cheering, applause]
[NICKI MINAJ, "ITTY BITTY PIGGY"]
[vocalizing]
- Yeah.
Is JAY-Z in the building tonight?
[NICKI MINAJ, "ITTY BITTY PIGGY"]
Uh
Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley
I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school,
the baddest in the game
Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York, you was--
I was--
I was pitchin' to--
These-- so cranky
Get 'em a hanky
Mommy, I'm
cold Gimme--
Flyer than a kite
I get higher than Rapunzel
Keep the Snow White
I can buy it by the--
Step ya cookies up 'fore they crumble
Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon'--
[NICKI MINAJ, "RED RUBY DA SLEEZE"]
Queen
Hey
What up?
Only on them C's if it--
Red Ruby Da Sleeze
On my-- these wannabe Chun-Li's
Anyway, [speaking chinese]
Who the [muted]--
--told bitches they was me now?
I knew these bitches was slow
I ain't no these bitches senile
Married a [muted] 'case you-- breathe loud
Boom your face off
Then I tell him, "cease fire"
I'm the AB side 700 on them horses
when I'm fixin' to leave
But I don't [muted] with horses since Christopher Reeves
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Gotta be careful when I dip
It's flips all in the whip
It's [muted] with the switch
Waitin' on El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe
Bad gyal don't die, die, die.
100 rounds on that grrah-ta-ta
Come on
Real one lick a [muted]
Hey
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah, ah, ah
Bad gyal never run from nobody like, ah
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body like,
yeah Hey
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me
[nicki minaj, "truffle butter"]
Hey!
Young Money
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a million right now
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that Lil Wayne record.
[lil wayne, "a milli"]
A millionaire
I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil I leak on the sheet
of the tablet in my mind
'Cause I don't write shit 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours
go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that cha-cha-cha--
[muted]
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, mother--
[muted] a copper
Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge
[muted] I'm illing. I'm illing.
I'm illing. Hey, you can't catch 'em
You can't stop 'em
I go by the goon rules
If you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em
Can't man 'em, then you mop 'em
Can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like--
--Orville
Redenbacher Yeah!
Motha-- [muted] I'm ill.
[ll cool j, "i'm bad"] [siren]
[ll cool j, "i'm bad"]
Calling all cars
Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother
with dimples
Wearing a black kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain,
and sneakers
Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east
Alias LL Cool
J Aaaahhhh
No rapper can rap quite like I can
I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last Mafioso
I'm a MC cop
Make you say, "Go LL and do the wop"
If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah, boy, I bet
I ain't met another brother who can do that yet
Trendsetter I'm better
My rhymes are good
I got a gourmet plate that says I wish you would
[LL COOL J, "MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT"]
And with the local DDC news, LL Cool
J with a triumphant comeback, but tonight--
Don't call it a comeback
I've been here for years
I'm rockin' my peers
Puttin' suckers in fear
Makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosions, overpowerin'
Over the competition, I'm towerin'
Wrecking shop
When I drop these lyrics that'll make you call the cops
Don't you dare stare
You better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price
Gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
Break
down [cheering]
- Now, 50 years of hip-hop, it's time for 1/3
third of the great group--
- Yeah, yeah.
- --that knocked down the walls for all of us,
DMC from Run DMC.
[run dmc, "rock box"]
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you're ready for some MTV, everybody say, oh yeah
To all you sucker MCs perpetrating a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack to keep the crowd cold bored
No way.
I'm the type of guy that girls ignore
Why aren't you driving?
I'm driving a Caddy You're fixing a Ford
What's your name?
My name is Joseph Simmons, but my middle name is Ward
When I'm rockin' on the mic, you should hold applause
Because we're wheelin', dealin', we
got a funny feeling
We rock from the floor up to the ceiling
We're groovin' You're movin'
It has been proven
We calm the savage beast because our music is soothin'
We create it, relate it, and often demonstrate it
We dis the sucker MC
Make the other suckers hate it
We're rising, surprising, and often hypnotizing
We always tell the truth
And we never slip no lies in
No curls, no braids
Peasy head and still get paid
Jam-Master cuts the records up and down the cross fade
[run-dmc, "walk this way"]
Yeah
Everybody-body-body, put your hands up
Hands in the sky
Put your, put your, put your hands up
Everybody-body-body, put your hands up
[run-dmc, "walk this way"]
Bah-rah!
Hands up!
[vocalizing]
Now, now, now, now, there's a backseat, lover
That was already undercover
And I talk to my daddy, say,
Say you ain't seen nothin'
'til you down on the muffin.
And there's sure to be a change in ways.
Now there's a cheerleader.
And that's a real big, pleaser as far as I can reminisce
But the best thing, love it, was her sister and her cousin
And it started with a little kiss, like this
Hands up.
[vocalizing]
She starts swingin'
With the boys in tune
And her feet just fly up in the air
Singin' hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
And they swingin' like it just don't care
So I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a lady who was ready to play
It wasn't me she was foolin'
'Cause she knew what she was doin'
When she told me how to walk this way
Everybody say,
Walk this way
Everybody say
Walk this way
Everybody say walk this way
She taught me how to kiss.
- You can't say I'm not.
And in case you forgot, I'm the king!
- King!
- Keep your money.
[vocalizing]
[cheering]