All The Way To Heaven - Doug E. Fresh, Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew

Rap, these are the prime years

And we are the members of The Get Fresh Crew

On a lifetime mission to explore new beats and new cuts

To take rap, beyond the point, that no other rapper has ever thought about

before

You know why?

(Why!)

Ask me why?

(Why!)

We on a mission!

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!

N-n-n-now my name is Doug E. Fresh and I love to perform

And, you know I got to have my Ballys on

But a new corporation around the block

Did not want (thing!) they did not want

They did not want The Get Fresh Crew to rock

Because-a once we’re together we can’t be stopped

And the talent to rock it is what we’ve got

And people want us to break up, but we cannot

People want us to break up, but we cannot

To the tippy-tippy top

What up!

(What up!) What up!

We on a mission!

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!

Now this will be the first time in history

A rap song is dedicated to G-O-D

And it’s highly advanced, to make you dance

And if you’re doing what I’m doing

it’s about to

Achoo!

(God bless you!) God bless you too!

Now tell me who wanna rock with The Get Fresh Crew?

(Me too!) Cool!

When I ask this question people came to the mall

As if we had applications for some of

(Excuse me Doug E. Fresh, someone to see you named Bob)

Bob?

(Yes Bob!) He drive that all-white Saab?

(Well) Tell him to him wait, I’m havin' lunch, I’m eatin' corn on the cob!

Now wait!

Hold up!

Stop!

Mamma said let the beatbox break!

(beatboxing)

Uhh, excuse me, what is your name again?

The entertainer Doug E. Fresh is my claim to fame

But not too many people know the meaning of the name

Before I go, we’re gonna let you see

My name and per-son-al-i-ty

D!

«D» for dedication

O!

«O» is for our

U!

The «U» is for unique and the

G!

«G» is for God

The «E» is ever so, and by now you guessed

That you can’t spell Doug E. without the (Fresh!)

Human beatbox, rhym-ing specialist

Goin' for more and never settle for less

In the morning I brush my teeth with Crest

Until the cleaners, they get my Fila pressed

Because that’s the way I dress (What!) Yes!

Ain’t nothin' to it, but to do it

(Why's it gotta be you Doug!)

Somebody gotta do it

On and on until the breaks of dawn

And you know Get Fresh won’t steer you wrong

You keep on until the breaks of day

(And-a) To try to understand what we say, okay

Now through strengths and struggles, I made a vow

I put my hand on the bible and I said «Thou»

Shall always rock the microphone

With partners, friends and if so alone

And preach and preach and through music I’ll teach

Any group, company, posse or each

Person, personnel, and personally

As a gift from God that’s sent through me

'Cause I’m just like Moses, no one knows this

The way I dress and my lifestyle shows this

To be true God made things in two

With Chill Will and Barry Bee are The Get Fresh Crew

Say what, say what, say what

Say what, say what, say what

Say what, say what, say what

Say what, say what, say what

Say what, say what, say what

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!

All the way to heaven!