Apache
Grandmaster Flash Lyrics


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Ho, ho, ho!

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabe, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo!
A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse, I like to chill
So I drive up in my new Seville
My tribe went down in the hall of fame
'Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound, I will never break down
(Big Bank) no sir, I don't mess around

Woo!
Ho!
Woo!

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabe, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo!
A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga

Like Kemosabe, of course it's me
I'm better known as the Master G
A fine little squaw, sense the danger
When they're stung by the rapping ranger
Had a little talk with my medicine man
He said, "get them squaws, fast as you can"
To all you girls, that want to join my tribe
Just move to my rhythm and feel my vibe
Put up a fuss, in the end you'll agree
When you come inside my teepee
As I said before, you could sense the danger
When you're stung by the rapping ranger
When Silver and I take a route
All you suckers better step aside
I sting squaws, then I run away
Hi-o Silver, is what I say

Ho, ho!
Woo!
Hit it gang!
Ho! Ho! Ho!

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabe, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo!
A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga

A pow-wow, just rock it out
Finger-poppin' to the break of dawn
Keep it rockin' like the stuff that we call maize
(What's that?) hot buttered popcorn
You just hippa-hoppa-dippa-boppa bang the boogie
Woogie, betcha want to boogie again
And you can put me to the test at your request
I rock you out of your moccasin
Kemosabe got down, took off his mask
He kicked off his shoes and did the Monster Mash
Tommy came along, saw what was happenin'
His head began to bop and his foot start to clappin'
Go slam, dunk, do the jerk
And with the mic is how my smoke signals work
They were jammin' off a record that said it best
"Now what you hear is not a test!"

Woo!
A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga
A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabe, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it




Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo!

Overall Meaning

The song "Apache" by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five is a classic old-school hip-hop track that features a catchy beat and entertaining lyrics. The song is built around a sample from the 1960 instrumental tune "Apache," which was originally recorded by the British group the Shadows. This sample is combined with rapping by Grandmaster Flash, who takes on the persona of various Wild West characters, including Tonto, Kemosabe, Custer, and Apache.


Line by Line Meaning

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Let's get moving and party!


Kemosabe, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Hey, everybody, I'm the Master G and I'm calling the shots! Let's dance!


Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
I am the chief of the tribe and I'll lead the dance!


Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo!
Everybody jump and enjoy the party!


A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga
Just dance and have fun, who cares what it means!


I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I'm the leader of this tribe


I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I've got a lot to say, but let's keep it short and sweet


I never need a horse, I like to chill
I prefer to relax and do things leisurely


So I drive up in my new Seville
I prefer luxury cars for my transportation


My tribe went down in the hall of fame
My people are famous for their contribution to history


'Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
I'm not afraid to take down the bad guys


Pound for pound, I will never break down
I am strong and resilient


(Big Bank) no sir, I don't mess around
I take what I do seriously


Like Kemosabe, of course it's me
I'm still the Master G, Kemosabe is just another name for me


I'm better known as the Master G
I am a famous rapper


A fine little squaw, sense the danger
The women know that I am a dangerous man


When they're stung by the rapping ranger
When they hear me rap, they are electrified


Had a little talk with my medicine man
I consult with my spiritual guide


He said, "get them squaws, fast as you can"
He suggests I should pursue women quickly


To all you girls, that want to join my tribe
Any woman can join my group if they want to


Just move to my rhythm and feel my vibe
I have a specific groove, follow it and enjoy the experience


Put up a fuss, in the end you'll agree
Don't be resistant, because eventually, you'll enjoy the rhythm


When you come inside my teepee
When you join my tribe, you'll have a good time


When Silver and I take a route
Me and my horse Silver like to travel


All you suckers better step aside
Anyone who gets in our way will regret it


I sting squaws, then I run away
I flirt with the women, then leave them behind


Hi-o Silver, is what I say
This is my catchphrase when I ride my horse


A pow-wow, just rock it out
Let's have a party and dance all night!


Finger-poppin' to the break of dawn
Let's groove until sunrise!


Keep it rockin' like the stuff that we call maize
Keep the rhythm and energy high like corn popping into popcorn


(What's that?) hot buttered popcorn
This is a reference to the music genre known as funk


You just hippa-hoppa-dippa-boppa bang the boogie
Just dance to the rhythm!


Woogie, betcha want to boogie again
You won't be able to resist dancing again


And you can put me to the test at your request
You can challenge me to a dance-off


I rock you out of your moccasin
I'll make you dance so hard that your shoes come off


Kemosabe got down, took off his mask
I let down my guard and got into the groove


He kicked off his shoes and did the Monster Mash
I let go of my inhibitions and danced without care


Tommy came along, saw what was happenin'
One of my friends joined the party


His head began to bop and his foot start to clappin'
He enjoyed the music and started dancing too


Go slam, dunk, do the jerk
Let's dance in all different styles


And with the mic is how my smoke signals work
I tell stories and command attention with my microphone


They were jammin' off a record that said it best
The music was so good that nobody could top it


"Now what you hear is not a test!"
This is a declaration that the music is real and authentic, not just a simulation




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Paul Thesurfer

RIP - Jim Gordon (1945 - 2023), drummer on this track. He was a real live musician. Godspeed, mate, and eternal peace.

RemixRick1

Respect to the originator, the innovator, Grand Master Flash - who inspired his own and future generations. THIS IS HIP HOP

Windsor Roofing solutions

This is cool heark

Steve Melendez

Word life!!!

ROGER BOWEN

NO THIS IS RAP !

Edward Cox

No this great😊

Paul Fiero

I’m an 80s die hard rocker but this stuff takes me back people like grandmaster flash,newkleus ,sugarhill gang ,Gary Byrd,run dmc ,all that stuff is so much better than the stuff you mostly hear today . I would love to have gone to some of those block parties and seen people doin this stuff for real in 79

John Webb

Flash is the reason I am a dj I practiced countless hours until I profected his style back when the adventures came out.. But he will always be the best to me 👑

mark beatts

Peace. Do you still spin

John Webb

Absolutely...the art has changed tho wit all this new technology..im strictly vinyl 🎚🎤

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