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Sure Shot
Tough Guy
B-Boys Makin' with the Freak Freak
Bobo on the Corner
Root Down
Sabotage
Get It Together
Sabrosa
The Update
Futterman's Rule
Alright Hear This
Eugene's Lament
Flute Loop
Do It
Ricky's Theme
Heart Attack Man
The Scoop
Shambala
Bodhisattva Vow
Transitions

Song Spotlight

Sure Shot

'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Mike D, come and rock the sure shot

I've got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-Hoo
I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed, I'm not a divorcee (yeah)
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey

Well, it's the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3
If you want a doody rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique rhymin'
I keep it on and on, it's never quittin' time

Strictly handheld is the style I go
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man they call the Mario

You pull up at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew (yeah)

Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
You know you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Adrock, come and rock the sure shot

Hurra-, Hurra-
Cane will cross fade on your ass and bust your eardrums
Listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears
I'm fresh like Doug E. when I get my specs
And on the microphone I come correct

Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop
Well, top-notch is my stock on the soapbox
I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share (oohh, weee)

I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it
I gotta straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much (yeah) sick shit (yeah)
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes
I'll have to step back, I gotta contemplate

Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very
On, rock the microphone, and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard
Never quittin', so won't you listen

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, yes, indeed, it's fun time

Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

MCA, come and rock the sure shot

I want to say a little something that's long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the end

Well, you say I'm twenty-something and I should be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever and you could call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV (yeah)
I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD

Well, I'm that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I wanna so I'm gonna (yeah)
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quittin'
Think I'm-a change up my style just to fit in?

I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all the nations
Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication

'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Keep on and rockin' the sure shot

B-boys, b-girls...
Tick-tock, tick-tick...tock-tock

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Song Spotlight

Tough Guy

Butcher me on the court
Too many elbows to report
Now you're poking me in the eye
Bill Laimbeer motherfucker, it's time for you to die

Tough guy, it's time to check yourself
Dribbling the ball like the Biz can be bad for your health
Tough guy, what you gotta prove
Movin' like an elephant, that's your favorite move
Tough guy, your shit is going out

Box me out with your fat ass
Throw me around like a bounce pass
You've got a tombstone hanging over your dick
You cause a minor earthquake when you throw a moving pick
Touch guy, you think you're like the Shaq
Keep running around, you'll catch a heart attack
Tough guy, what are you giving me
The way you're playing ball, will you stop me from living, B
Tough guy, tough guy

Tough guy, your shit is weak
Tough guy, you fucking freak
Tough guy, I'll stick your shit
Tough guy
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Song Spotlight

B-Boys Makin' with the Freak Freak

Salt lick...ahh, yeah

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
(oh-oh)
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak (somethin' brand new for you)
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Yeah
Yeah

Puttin' songs together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee
Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rammellzee

Well, let me introduce myself on this cut (woo)
I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck

Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
Kickin' it old school flow like Mike McGill

'Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny
Got fat bass lines like Russell Simmons steals money

Got clientele, you know I rock well
And then you're on my dick because I'm D.F.L.

Yeah, Mike, 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working at it

I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason
Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station (yeah)

Penn Station, up on 8th Ave
Listen all y'all, you get the ball back

He's got the savior faire because he's debonair
Well, Mike D with the vinyl, with the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that we're kickin' are doo-doo

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Shit, if this is gonna be that kind of party
I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak


Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique
I've been learning from the elders, now it's time to speak

Oh, that shit sounds nice
Mike D, come on and get it on y'all

Talking shit about a mile a minute
Put the wax on the table and let the DJ spin it

Well, excuse me, motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon?
I'm gonna see the Knicks up at Madison Square Garden

And like the Knicks I got game like I worked at Hasbro
On the mic I bug like I was Prince Jazzbo

Well, the rhymes are stupid to make you go cuckoo
You can't sleep 'cause you're Cindy Lou Who

Well, down with the Hurra since the Raising Hell tour
Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more (yeah)

Cindy, what? I didn't catch the last one
That shit sounded kinda nice but bust a fast one

Well, I'm not known for my speed raps
So grab the microphone and cut out the claps

Ah, yeah, I like that shit is kind of rough
I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up

A'ight

Well, I might seem out there, just a little deranged
I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range

Well, I'm the ladies' choice like I was J.J. Evans
Legalize the weed and I'll say "Thank heavens"

I'm talking P.G.A. Pro Tour 2
I'm Doctor Beppers on the TV in my golfin' shoes

Ah, pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green 'cause I'm strictly hip-hop (yeah)
I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off
I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm audi- so check me

I've got the Timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green
I've got the custom-made boots with the spikey things

I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro
I've got the funky-fly golf gear from head to toe

Yeah, the B-Boys makin' with the freak freak 'cause it's unique unique

Mario's nagging Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

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Song Spotlight

Bobo on the Corner

(Instrumental)
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Song Spotlight

Root Down

That's a record

Uhhhh...
Huh

Yeah, I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how you gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down

It's not a put down, I put my foot down
And then I makin' some love, I put my root down
I'm like "Sweetie Pie" by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for dropping science
'Cause I'm electric like Dick Hyman
I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhyming
Never let you down with the stereo sound
So, Mike, get on the mic and turn it out

We're talking root down, I put my boot down (boot down)
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down (loot down)
I said it's root down (root down), it's time to scoot down (scoot down)
I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down (goose down)
Come up representing from the Upper West
Money Making putting me to the test
Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed
Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest (yeah, Mike it, Mike it)

Well, I ain't coming out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys
Just strutting like The Meters with the "Look-ka Py Py"
Downtown Brooklyn is where I was born
But when the snow is fallin' then I am gone (oh weee)
You might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
So break it to the root when we kick it on down
Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna give him a pound (yeah)

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
'Cause how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down (yeah)

Well, Adrock (huh)
Don't stop, come on
Just get on the mic with the tick and the tock

Well, I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like Brim
I'm walking down your block and you say that's him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beatsie Boys, you know we're gonna get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say "Oh my god, that's the funky shit!"
So I'm-a pass the mic and cause a panic (yeah)
The original nasal kid is doing damage

Every morning I took the train to High Street Station
Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation
On the way back up, hearing battle tapes
Through the underground, underneath the skyscrapes (yeah)
It's like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee
There's one you should know (yeah)
Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due
MCA, grab the mic and Ma Bell will connect you

Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
Give thanks and praise to the Lord, and I will feel alright
I'm feelin' good to play a little music (music)
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it (love to do it)
And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone (yeah)
I'll take a little shout out to my dad and mom (yeah)
For bringing me into this world and so on

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna rock it?
Gonna rock it root down
Break it on down, gonna kick it root down

Yeah, that shit's on down

And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario
And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario
And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario

Awww, now that's a record, buddy
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Song Spotlight

Sabotage

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm-a set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fuckin' thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage

So, so, so, so listen up, 'cause you can't say nothin'
You'll shut me down with a push of your button
But, yo, I'm out and I'm gone
I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on

'Cause what you see, you might not get
And we can bet so don't you get souped yet
Scheming on a thing, that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage

Whhhhhyyyyyy!!!

Our backs are now against the wall

Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm-a set it straight, this Watergate
But I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be, it's a mirage
You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage
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Song Spotlight

Get It Together

One-two, one-two, keep it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it 'til dawn
Listen to the Abstract, got it goin' on
Listen to the ladies, come on and let me spawn
All your eggs, then you go up the river
Listen to the Abstract, that freaky nigger

Now I'm Adrock and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I can't stop with the body rock

See, I've got heart like John Starks, hittin' mad sparks
Pass me the mic and I'll be rockin' the whole park

Well, I'm the M to the C to the A and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic of lust

And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes, I get funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the X-rated nigger
Listen to the shit 'cause I am the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than this

Get it together, get it together
Get...

The phone is ringing, oh my god
Get it together, see what's happening

Adrock's down with the Ione
Listen to the shit 'cause both of them is boney
Gotta do it like this like Chachi and Joanie

'Cause she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the fuss?
'Cause I ain't got no dust
Yeah, you know I'm getting silly
I got a Grandma Hazel and a Grandma Tilly

Well, I'm the Grand Royal prez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of November
I do the Patty Duke, in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender

Well, I'm long gone, word is bond
Don't need a motherfuckin' fool telling me right from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I'm-a drive the lane like I was Evan Bernhard

And I've been working on my game
Because life is taxing
Gotta get it together and see what's happening

Get it together
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Get it together
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Get it together
Wait a minute, wait a minute
S-see what's happening

I go one-two like my name was Biz Mark
But I had to do the shit, just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let me kick the shit off 'cause, yo, I'm not the herb

Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
The Moog with the funk for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes, I like to mention
When it comes to bonin' wooo I'm representin'

Spacin', zonin', talkin' on the phone and
My brain is roamin' and I don't know where it's goin'
Talking lots of shit, a little tweaking on the weekend (what?)
I gotta get him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking (yeah)

Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a Scorpio
And when I got the flow I'm Dr. On-the-Go
So, Q-Tip, what you on the mic for?

Because I had to talk about the times when I'm rhyming
And when MCs come in my face I'm like mace
Because I back them off with the quills
'Cause I have to tell you, nigger, 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on Nine One One Sixteenth Ave off the Farmers Boulevard (yeah)

Well, I'm from Manhattan and MCA's from Brooklyn
Yeah, MCA, yeah, your shit be cookin'

Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat
But, yo, Tip, what's up with the boots on your feet?

Got the Timbos on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh, one-two, oh my god

One-two, oh my god, I got some shit
I got the Kung Fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never, ever, ever smoking crack

Never, ever, ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple Now & Laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me later
Fuck it, 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo, technically I'm as hard as steel

Gonna get it together, watch it
Gonna get it together, Ma Bell
I'm like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication
Ma Bell, I got the ill communication
Ma Bell, I got the ill communication (who's that?)
Ma Bell, I got the ill communication (word 'em up, word-word 'em up)
Ma Bell
Keep it on and on and on...
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Song Spotlight

Sabrosa

(Instrumental)
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Song Spotlight

The Update

Children of the earth!

Well, I can hear the trumpets blowing, screaming out the end of time
Look around and listen, and you'll see every sign
The waters are polluted as the forests are cut down
Bombing and drilling deep below the ground
Check the prophecies from around the world
And look around now as it all unfurls
Look into yourself and see what goes on
Get a feeling in your heart of the right from the wrong
Because the Mother Earth needs to be respected
Been far from too long that she's been neglected
Race against race, such a foolish waste
It's like cuttin' off your nose to spit your face
And at the end of the wars, what was the cost?
Well, it's clear that the earth was the one who lost
We are one with her, as she is one with us
It's unreal how she is treated so unjust
As our planet grows smaller each and every day
Everyone affecting everyone in every way
We're all citizens of the world community
All here together and we're searching for unity
Over the years I've grown and changed so much
Things I know now, years ago I couldn't touch
There are things I've done that I wouldn't do again
But I'm glad that I did 'cause I learned from them
I just try to stay present, right here, right now
No worries, no fears, and without any doubts

Well, it's about time, it's about time
It's about time, it's about time, it's about time

'Cause in these times, these changing times
A transition is occurring, and I am not blind
As the pendulum swings, a new age we enter
And with every swing, it draws closer to the center
Yes, the storm before the calm and the wars that lead to love
Things must run their course, so we push and we shove
But we're here to work it out, in one way or another
To find a mutual respect for ourselves and one another
And the true key is a trust in self
For when I trust myself, I fear no one else
I took control of my life just as anyone can
I want everyone to see it's in the palm of your hand
The past is gone, the future yet unborn
But right here and now is where it all goes on
I know we can fix it and it's not too late
I give respect to King and his nonviolent ways
I dream and I hope and I won't forget
Someday I'm going to visit on a free Tibet
Someday I'm going to see us all joined as one
And it would be too bad to blow it up before we're done
'Cause we long behind the rage, learning from the pain
The love behind the tension like the sun behind the rain
I'm sending loving light to all that is
To all creation and the life we live
I'm not preaching bullshit, just speaking my mind
'Cause I'm here now and it's sbout time

Well, it's about time, it's about time
It's about time, it's about time, it's about time
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Song Spotlight

Futterman's Rule

Time is runnin', I'm passin', I'm passin' and runnin'
I'm runnin' and passin'
So you all better get right at this time
'Cause there might be no next time y'all


(Instrumental)
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Song Spotlight

Alright Hear This

Alright, he's scratching it right now
Cuttin' the record back and forth against the needle
Back and forth, back and forth, makin' it scratch
But let me tell you somthing
Don't try it at home with your dad's stereo
Only under hip-hop supervision, alright

Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?


Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up (woo)
And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in
And then I turn it out, got the body-rockin' sound
And you know I'm gonna get down

Eat a Scooby Snack and take a disco nap
Well, then I'm shoppin' at Sears 'cause I don't buy at The Gap
I'm sending this one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations (yeah-yeah)

Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
Trying to put what I feel into word and rhymes
I've got a feeling comin' on, I've got to make some shit
A little something stupid for the twisted and sick

Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right to left and I'm death-defying

Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?


Spin my fortune on a wheel like Sajak
Here's the payback, keep going strong, like since the way back
I try to be myself but I lose track
Because the shit gets complicated, now I've got to get back

As we learn to breed love for one another
In these times of melding cultures
I give respect for what's been borrowed and lent
I know this music comes down from African descent

'Cause I don't need a magic potion
Let me talk about back field in motion
My girls got cheeks for weeks and I'm happy
You know I'm a sneak like my old grand pappy

Well, I gotta give thanks to my man Archie Sheep
For staying true to inspiration 'cause I don't half-step
So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
And then I talk to the people like Les McCann

Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
Alright hear this


I ask god for a rhyme or two
A little something for the wise as well as the fool
A little something to affect a little taste of change
For the together and strong as well as the deranged

Because I'll do you right like Bobby Knight
And then I'm rapping on the mic to the Broadway light
Stomp my hands, I clap my feet, and (woo) I'm bugging off Yusef Lateef

I got a match to my ass and I'm-a keep it lit
Well, then I need to get some cash, call my accountant Britt
Because I'm rushing around town, taking care of my functions
Always got one more thing so forget about the function

We create this world and the problems go on
Create our lives and the things that go wrong
So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen
To what it is you want and for what you're wishing

Alright hear this
Oh
yeah
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this
So you wanna be an MC, huh?
Alright hear this

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Song Spotlight

Eugene's Lament

(Instrumental)
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Song Spotlight

Flute Loop

I ain't goin' no place
Move? Me?!


Give it up and you don't quit
Like that y'all pop some more shit

So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax
Off tracks that I kick and give it up
'Cause I get funky like diaper rash and (nah)
You know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cash

Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets
To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein and I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to 60 wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like gettin' shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK
Like a sound that go to the depths of the soul
Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal

Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation


Uh, uh, check it out
Uh, leave it out

A little wine with my dinner so I'm the Grape Ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mixtape
'Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button
And then I get my fill and now you can't say nothin'

More soul on this train than Don Cornelius
Got the mad subwoofer pumpin' bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
The wires hitting switches connecting at the junction

Robert Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret
Dante found his shit and you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in SD50's 'til the early morning

Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation

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Song Spotlight

Do It

Do it, ahh, let's do it
Ahh, let's do it, ahh, let's do it
Ahh, let's do it, ahh, let's do it
Ahh, let's do it with the disco fluid

Well, well, like the Blackbyrds I'm-a do it fluid (yeah)
I'm building rhymes like buildings like a Stonehenge druid
Step up and get enlightened, educating the mind
I play the tape forward, it's not time to rewind (yeah)

Step inside the motherfucker and I get my flow on
Amalgamating styles so I've got something to go on
Seasons change when it comes their time
Falls brings the winter (yeah) and on back to springtime

Well, it's the King Adrock and that's who I am
Listen all y'all, I'm not the Son of Sam
'Cause I'm thin and I don't grin
But check it out people 'cause I loves to go and swim

Caught up on the phone, fiber optic distraction
Information super highway, got the brain contraction
I'm the kung fu master versus the sumo wrestler
Got the beats in Manhattan you can hear in Westchester

Well, my mother was born out in Coney Island
Raised on the LES, Manhattan Island
My dad came out from Detroit and they had me
And then back through Ellis Island (yeah) goes the family tree

Well, I'm a six point seven on the Richter Scale
Got rhymes gallot and then I never fail
Like gravy to potatos, Luke to Darth Vader
I'm a souped-up sucker and I'll see you all later

Let's do it, ahh, let's do it
Ahh, let's do it, do it, do it, do it
Ahh, let's do it, ahh, let's do it
Ahh, let's do it, do it, do it, do it

You see me comin' down the block with the funky cuts
You say "Hey, Mike D" and I say "Mic these nuts"
I got attractions like I'm Elvis Costello
Adam Yauch, you grab the mic 'cause you know you're my mellow

Well, when I get it into the zone
I'm gonna take it to a place where I'm all alone
Where I got my shit and with my rhyme styles kickin'
My brain is flowing honest like Abe Lincoln (yeah)

'Cause I'm the fuckin' rhythm ace with the rhyme selection
Listen all y'all, I rap with perfection
Because I got the motherfuckin' old school flavor
That you savor, so watch your behavior

Talkin' other dimensions, levels higher
Why did Billy Joel say "We didn't start the fire"?
Take you to another realm, uh, another level
I've got the funky rhymes but I'm not the funky devil

I step from minute to minute, lifetime to lifetime
Step from stage to stage to see it all unwind
Slowly but surely I seek to find my mind
And every wall that I face is of my own design (yeah)

Glendale Boulevard, boulevard
Glendale Boulevard, that's where I'm at
It's where I'm at, where I live, check it-check it out
Because my head is like a sieve and, yo, we turn it out

Do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it

A'ight! We got the funk
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
We got the funk
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
What the, we got the f-f-funk
Rrrrr!!

We got the funk
We got the funk
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Ricky's Theme

(Instrumental)
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Heart Attack Man

Here's a little diddley about a good guy I know
He's named the Heart Attack Man
And you know he weighs in pretty hefty
My man's like too many hefty...
(Laughing)
How much he weigh?
(Laughing)
He's like the guy in the Hefty bag commerical

Okay, okay, let's take it from here

Drink a six pack and then you play some ball
Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall
Add on two joints and he starts to sweat
Two hundred seventy-five pounds that you can't forget

Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Spend all your money on your health insurance plan
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Keep on getting bigger because you know that he can

Why do you force yourself on top of that girl?
Laugh with all your buddies because it's a man's man's world
Someday that shit will come back to you
Throwing your weight around and that shit is through

Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Going nowhere, got no master plan
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man

Weighs in at two seventy-five (step back or catch a heart attack)
Yeah, my man is lucky to be alive (step back or catch a heart attack)
Smokin' and drinkin' too (step back or catch a heart attack)
My man, the Heart Attack Man, is gonna be running over you (step back or catch a heart attack)
Got no goddamn respect (step back or catch a heart attack)
Yeah, had to put the big, big bitch in check (step back or catch a heart attack)

Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Lungs full of tar and a stomach full of Spam
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Time to change your ways, Heart Attack Man

Oh, what do we know about partying or anything else?

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The Scoop

I don't get blind, I don't drink wine
Well, then I took a sledgehammer and I broke my nine
Because my life is mine, word is bond I rhyme
And every day I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist

Because I'm back with another track in which you lack
'Cause things is wack and that's a fact
Because I'm on time, you're shouting rewind
You know it's Adrock that's blowing your mind
My shit is rough and you know it is so damn tough

I'm getting intense, not talking nonsense
I made up my mind, not sitting on the fence
I don't always know the right from the wrong
Do my best to figure it out and work it out in the long
I try to do a lot, more than I can chew
I balance out my ambitions what I got to do

Check it, better believe it y'all
Check it, better believe it y'all
This is rough and tough


'Cause you hide in broad day light, a parasite
A hypocrite, you take a peek quick
You turn your nose up (what), you think you're high up (uh)
You play it real safe and now your shit's fake
I seen you hawking and then you clock my style
And then you try to play it off like you think you're wild

D.I.Y., that means do it yourself
I don't sit around waitin' for someone's help
I don't sit back and say "Good enough"
I keep on striving, reinventing, keepin' it off the cuff
So I kick the level up cuhootnified
Mackadocius vibes, positively fortified

I'm throwing rhymes down, kickin' them downtown
Traveling high speed through the underground
I kick it freestyle, make it worth your while
I've got shelves of rhymes that I keep on file
I'm feeling good now, back home again
Well, New York City is the city that I feel at home in (woo)
A blast from the Grasshoff, awhile it's been
Stepping into the future again (yeah)

Uh, and now I'm straight from 88
To 93 to 94, I'm out the door

Step into the party with the Fila fresh gear
People looking at me like I was David Koresh here

Kicking rhymes from the heart 'cause that's where I'm at
Fuck the bullshit, be it far from me to pop that

In the search for truth, I go a lot of ways
There's not a lot of peace that I find these days
I try to stay cool, I try to stay calm
But my life is getting hectic like a smoke bomb
So I'll say it like the group Huggy Bear
There's a boy-girl revolution of which you should be aware

You can't dis me, it ain't worth it, B
You put yourself down and you don't even see
'Cause I don't play that, I know who I am
For a minute I did but now I'm back again
I'm feeling strong, see, trust myself, G
Well, I stopped smoking cheeba and that was part of the key

We, we, we've got fire, we need water
There ain't no water, so I guess I ought to
Leave you broke in a comatose state of mind
And I'm blind and I'm working overtime, so check it
I keep my rhymes in my little black book
And I know you wanna take another look

This is rough and tough
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Shambala

(Instrumental)
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Bodhisattva Vow

As I develop the awakening mind
I praise the Buddhas as they shine
I bow before you as I travel my path
To join your ranks, I make my full-time task
For the sake of all beings I seek
The enlighted mind that I know I'll reap
Respect to Shantideva and all the others
Who brought down the Dharma for sisters and brothers
I give thanks for this world as a place to learn
And for this human body that I know I've earned
And my deepest thanks to all sentient beings
For without them, there would be no place to learn what I'm seeing
There's nothing here that's not been said before
But though I put it down now so that I'll be sure
To solidify my own views
And I'll be glad if it helps anyone else out too

If others disrespect me or give me flack
I'll stop and think before I react
Knowing that they're going through insecure stages
I'll take the opportunity to exercise patience
I'll see it as a chance to help the other person
Nip it in the bud before it can worsen
A chance for me to be strong and sure
As I think on the Buddhas who have come before
As I praise and respect the good they've done
Knowing love can conquer hate in every situation
We need other people in order to create
The circumstances for the learning that we're here to generate
Situations that bring up our deepest fears
So we can work to release them until they're cleared
Therefore it only makes sense
To thank our enemies despite their intent

The Bodhisattva path is one of power and strength
A strength from within to go the length
Seeing others are as important as myself
I strive for a happiness of mental wealth
With the interconnectedness that we share as one
Every action that we take affects everyone
So in deciding for what a situation calls
There is a path for the good for all
I try to make my every action for that highest good
With the altruistic wish to achieve Buddhahood
So I pledge here before everyone who's listening
To try to make my every action for the good of all beings
For the rest of my lifetimes and even beyond
I vow to do my best, to do no harm
And in times of doubt, I can think on the Dharma
And the Enlightened Ones who've graduated Samsara
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Transitions

(Instrumental)
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