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