• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Holy Moly - Talib Kweli
• Holy Moly - Peter Cetera
• Holy Moley 2001 - Shakin' Stevens

Yeah, as a kid growin up in Brooklyn, my pops was a DJ
He had a bunch of records - funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul
There was this one gospel record I liked like, like
Like holy moly, I might get some religion and leave you holy holy
Yeah, this rhyme is so fat it's roly poly
I give you intimate details so you can get to know me
These corporate rappers like "Why this dude pickin on me?"
You rap your way to the top, but now it's gettin lonely
Kids is hungry and you lookin like a steak from Nick & Tony's
But don't nobody want your jewels, cause your shit is phony
Say word? Your shit is real~?! Damn, your shit is corny
My rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley
And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe
Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from NEWWW YAWK
Started out skatin for Zoo York
Word hangin out at The Gavin, I was very lucky
To talk to Rash' once I got past Derek Dudley
Got him on "Respiration", that's pre-Badu
Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo
Sometimes I feel like I'm drownin I gotta tread water
Head above the water I always remember Headquarters
Heads up, eyes open, I got my mind focused
I find hope inside a line, my rhymes define opus
Sometimes hopeless people, fill my thoughts with evil
My record so hard it broke the needle
At the Mixtape Awards niggaz act like they don't give a fuck though
And disrespect the legacy of Justo
What the blood claat? No, let the blood flow
You ain't come to pay your respect, then what you come fo'?
Too many good niggaz die, it's like a stop loss
Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce
How you hard? The cops lettin 50 shots off
Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat
You are not Short, you are not Katt
You're not a player or a pimp, money stop that
Learn to master your speech and be eloquent
Rappers keep peddlin sweets, the beats weaker than gelatin
We used to kick up dust, now we settlin
Rest in peace to Dilla, Weldon, we can't forget you
Professor X and, Proof we miss you, word
Rest in peace to Shaka, twenty one gun salute
In the air like "BLAKA BLAKA BLAKA"
You're still here cause you're livin through me
You're like a gift God has given to me

Holy moly dynamite
Feelin' good so the time is right, you know
I'm too shy, don't let me down
I'm just a country boy from a town in Tupelo
I said I'm in love, can't you see
Come on... make love to me
Holy moly dynamite
I'm gonna show you, baby
That tonight's the night, yeah yeah
Meet me tonight
You messin' with a mad desire
Meet me tonight
We're gonna set you're house on fire
Meet me tonight
I tell you, mama, it's alright
Meet me tonight, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Movin', groovin', hoochie coo
I'm gonna get down
I wanna get next to you
I said don't look back, take my advice
It's gettin' mighty late
And we've got a lot of things to do
*Meet me tonight
It's alright
I said holy moly dynamite
I'm gonna show you, baby
That tonight's the night
I said holy moly dynamite
I'm gonna show you
Baby, that's tonight's the night
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
(*Repeat)
Gonna show you, pretty baby
That tonight's the night, yeah yeah
Said tonight's the night
Tonight's the night
Tonight's the night
Tonight's the night
Tonight's the night
(Repeat and fade with following)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Come here, baby

I got some silver wingsand some cosmic things uh uh uh
I got a mojo mood and a chewed spaced suit uh uh uh
I’m a silver surfer and a third world lift uh uh uh
I’ve got an automatic brain, I don’t feel no pain uh uh
Just a Gengis Khan on a one night stand uh uh uh
I’ll have a coca cola and a sunlight stroller uh uh uh
I’m a ring tailed chuta, there’s nothing cuter uh uh uh
I’m an element trip, I get really hip uh uh uh
The king of country and the best at bop uh uh uh
I’m the laws of banjen and the Boston strangler uh uh uh
Just a pool room shark and Noah’s ark uh uh uh
I’m a dick clack piper and the black street sniper uh uh