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!