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We'd like to ask now that all passengers Please hold your breath as we take you Through an underwater hip hop extravaganza Underwater rimes We're now descending Underwater rimes We're 200 fathoms and dropping We're 400 fathoms, we have arrived Now last night, underwater, I saw a French mermaid Treated her to caviar an' wine over shrimp brain In the raw, on the ocean floor, need I say more? You never heard nobody kick it like this before Pink champagne, octopus brains Saw your DJ underwater through the window pane That sucker tried to hit a mix but the mix didn't happen Records kept floatin', all the fish kept laughin' A blowfish blew my mind an' started to rhyme As the octopus cut nine records at a time Your boy said, "Show me how to keep my records down" But the shark ate his amp, your boy got clowned The rhymes he say have no particular order Underwater, underwater Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughta Hold your breath, MCs, my rhyme's underwater Underwater rimes Underwater rimes Underwater rimes Underwater rimes I tried to mix a cut from a TV blooper Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper Told me that I didn't have the right to bite I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue grouper" Sittin' in my aqua blue jail cell, didn't have my bail I had to break out with the rhyme Shrimp scatter on a platter, I rock like a mobster Told an MC, "Yo, you look like a lobster" Qualified to wreck your mind, I get busy one time Like fish on a dish, you gettin' served with the rhyme Kick the jam in a crowd if you need a fo' instance Watch the people stop, they don't want to miss this I'm tweakin' your speakers an' I'm makin' no sense 'Cause on your turns, this record burns like incense The rhymes he say have no particular order Underwater, underwater Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughta Hold your breath, MCs, my rhyme's underwater Never learn to swim, baby Underwater rimes Never learn to swim, baby Underwater rimes Underwater rimes Underwater rimes Underwater rimes Underwater rimes Uh, 1, 2, say, 1, 2 They call me MC Blowfish We're gonna do a little somethin' like this Well, I'm a deep sea gangster, underwater prankster Kissin' all the girl fish, dissin' all the shanksters Because I blew your mind an' started to rhyme Doesn't mean that we're I'm cool 'Cause you'll be back next time With a hook an' a line, so you can hear that fryin' sound I'm tellin' you, I'm down I'll spin your boat around, leave suckers lost in the bay You wanna play? I'll hook your line to a stingray Get out of here with your boat an' a stick Get out of line, I'll call my homey, Moby Dick I'm not thinkin' 'bout dyin', fool, stop tryin' to test me People fishin' don't catch me An' when you get home sad 'cause you missed Just remember MC Blowfish Ha an' you don't stop, ah, yeah Uh, oh, here comes that stupid shark again I guess I better blow up
Writer(s): George Clinton Jr., William Earl Collins, Bernard Worrell, Gregory E. Jacobs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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