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Anthology: Sounds Of Science

Beastie Boys
Slow and Low
Shake Your Rump
Gratitude
The Skills to Pay the Bills
Root Down
Believe Me
Sure Shot
Body Movin'
Boomin' Granny
Fight for Your Right
Country Mike's Theme
Pass the Mic
Something's Got to Give
Bodhisattva Vow
Sabrosa
Song for the Man
Soba Violence
Alive
Jimmy James
Three MC's and One DJ
The Biz vs the Nuge
Sabotage
Shadrach
Brass Monkey
Time for Livin'
Benny & The Jets
The Negotiation Limerick File
I Want Some
She's on It
Son of Neckbone
Get It Together
Twenty Questions
Remote Control
Railroad Blues
Live Wire
So What'cha Want
Netty's Girl
Egg Raid on Mojo
Hey Ladies
Intergalactic

Song Spotlight

Beastie Boys

Aaahhh, B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
That's just what Beasties gotta be
Can't you see this is an emergency
Can you feel the urgency
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
With the hold of democracy
In a state of emergency now

Aaahhh, going out to rock the state
Let's just come and take unique
All across the stormy sea
Better days in democracy
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Captain stayed off so merrily
In a state of emergency now

Aaahhh, B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Cops just don't have respect to me
World is filled with tyranny
All across the stormy sea
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Who the hell are we off to see?
Let's just come and take unique
Now B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
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Song Spotlight

Slow and Low

Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

It's never old school, all brand new
So everybody catch the bugaloo flu
Not like a fever, not like a cold
But the beats are clear, the rhymes are bold
So don't see a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen to the music, first things first
First of all, get off the wall
It's time to party so have a ball
We slowed it on down so get the hell up
Like a volcano, I'll erupt
We got determination, bass and highs
White Castle fries only come in one size
What you see is what you get
And you ain't seen nothing yet

So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

I do not sing but I make a def song
You could live your whole life, and I hope you live long
On the Gong Show, we won't get gonged
We're the Beastie Boys, not Cheech and Chong
Strong as an ox, fresh out the box
The crowd is so live, they're coming in flocks
And when we go on, the crowd goes off
It's all hard rock, there's nothing soft

Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

COD

So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
And let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock
We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top
MCA, Adrock, Mike D makes three
And we can do it like this in the place to be
When I'm recorded, you'll be rewarded
I know my song is def 'cause you all applauded
Not PCP or LSD, just me, Mike D, in the place to be
This is not free, you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a COD

So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

The beat is slow in order to dance
I wanna hear I do's and no I can't
First you move your legs and then your arms
It's not fast and nervous, this dance is calm
It's truly stable and you ought to be able
To dance to the record when it's on the turntable

So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
, Slow and low that is the tempo
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Song Spotlight

Shake Your Rump

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio, stayin' up all night
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin'
I got a boat, to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg, I'm just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
Ooh-ooh is my disco call
MCA (hu-huh)
I'm gettin' rope, y'all

Routines I bust, and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose, man
I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes
You heard my style, I think you missed the point

It's the joint

Mike D (yeah), with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings
Well, I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane, you got clout
Other DJs, he'll put your head out
A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme or do my thing
I'm in a lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be freakin' or peakin', but I rock well
The Patty Duke, the Wrench, and then I bust the Tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got mango
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump-a

Shake your rump-a

A full clout, y'all, a full clout, y'all
And when the mic is in my mouth, I turn it out, y'all
A full clout

Never been dumped, 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped, 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah, we've got beef, chief, we're knocking out teeth, chief
And if you don't believe us, you should question your belief, Keith
I'm like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone, driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Who-ha, got them all in check
Running from the law, the press, and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond?
No, mine's Clarence
From downtown, Manhattan, the Village
My style is wild, and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping, and you're doing the bump

Shake your rump-a
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Song Spotlight

Gratitude

Good times gone, and you missed them
What's gone wrong in your system?
Things they bounce, like a Spalding
What'd you think? Did you miss your calling?
It's so free, this kind of feeling
It's like life, it's so appealing
When you've got so much to say
It's called gratitude
And that's right

Good times gone, but you feed it
Hate's grown strong, you feel you need it
Just one thing, do you know you
What you think? That the world owes you?
What's gonna set you free?
Look inside and you'll see
When you've got so much to say
It's called gratitude
And that's right
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Song Spotlight

Skills To Pay The Bills

I've got the skills to pay the bills ya
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Ah what you got, I got the skills to pay the bills

I'm mike d and I'm bustin' out trap kits Haha
The time has come so I'm going to rap this
yea
You Rip Van Winkle now you're gonna' wake up
MC's pick up a hobby that you're gonna' take up

Well on the stage I'm known to break fool huh
But when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule
wohoo
Workin' on my game cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack
shit
Up to the top, 'till the very last drop yea
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MC's I watch you getting around my...
agh shit

The skills to pay the bills

I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya'll

So it better pull through when it comes to me
Let it go down like it's supposed to be
Words together like birds in a flock
Ah yes rhymes on time like the hands on a clock

Well I'm an epileptic, a skept-a-cleptic check it
I'm cutting up the beats from the bear I clept it
I fucked around and then I lost my tooth
ahaa
I'm telling everybody it's the goddamn truth

Like Dennis Coffey I'm a Scorpio Scorpio
Like my man Schneider, I'm a super ho
super ho
Making mountains out of molehills and rockin' some mo' skills
Butt naked beats with butt naked fills

I got the skills
- what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya'll

Hu-hu-hu-haa

A-wella' wella' wella' wella' welcome back
I don't sell bullets and I don't sell crack
Rub a little oil on my neck and back
shit
Now listen baby doll we outta hit the sack

The original young aboriginal oohoo
Continued evolution of an individual well I'll tell ya
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It's 1992 and still no one to
vote for
Well like my words is what I'm seeing through my own eyes
A little vision of the truth in a world of lies
When it comes to coming off I like to get my fill
Well I got the skills

I got the skills to pay the bills y'all
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
Uhh what you got Mike - my skills to pay the bills
Agh yea, I got the skills to pay the bills y'all

Wooo getta got gotta got gotta got some
We got the mad skills in 92 boy
Yea you know what I'm saying
Skills... to pay the bills
Skills y'all I got skills to pay the bills

Skills y'all Skills to pay the bills
What skills skills skills to pay the bills

Yeah yeah skills to pay the bills

What skills money money
What skills makin' ah money money
What skills makin' makin' makin' money
What skills makin' makin' money
What skills ya'll gotta' pay the bills
I got skills y'all to pay the bills
I got skills ya'll
I got I got a I got a I got a got the skills y'all..
My skills to pay the bills..
Mario C ya he's paid the bills
Mike D y'all you know I pay the bills
And AdRock yea let's pay the bills
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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

Believe Me

And I thought it was knows
All Good in the zone
Something you don't have to tell me
Something you don't have to sell me

I'm feeling so I'm feeling so
I'm feeling so I'm feeling so

Believe in Me Believe in Me
Believe in Me Believe in Me

And what wasn't said
I wasn't lying
And what do I have to do
It's not for lack of trying

What I don't know What I don't know
What I don't know What I don't know

Believe in Me Believe in Me
Believe in Me Believe in Me

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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

Body Movin'

Ready one, you will do this four times with the left
Four with the right, then eight times with both, then repeat


Ah, clap your hands

Body movin', body movin'
A1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin', body movin'
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin'

Now let me get some action from the back section
We need body rockin', not perfection
Let your backbone flip but don't slip a disc
And let your spine unwind, just take a risk
I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn
Tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking, interlockin'
And up-rockin', electro-shockin'
We're getting down computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
Now all of y'all, get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with

Body movin', body movin'
A1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin', body movin'
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin'

Stand erect, arms down
Swing left arm big, same with the right


Flame on, I'm gone
I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon
Came out rapping when I was born
Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn
Puttin' bodies in motion 'cause I got the notion
Well, like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion
The sound of the music makin' you insane
You can't explain to people this type of mind frame
And like a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape
I'm fine like wine when I start to rap
We need body rockin', not perfection
Let me get some action from the back section

Body movin', body movin'
A1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin', body movin'
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin'

Left arm ready and one, and again, stand erect

Mike D (hu-ha!) with the master plan
I said, Ooh, my-my and thank you ma'am
And when I grab the mic you scream, Ooh, god damn
The creme de la creme is who I am
MCA, where have you been?
Packed like sardines in the tin
So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins
'Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim
And Adrock, light up the place
And if you pull my card, you pull the ace
And if you ask me, turn up the bass
And if you play defender, I could be your hyper space so

Body movin', body movin'
A1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin', body movin'
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin'

You will do eight hops on the left, eight on the right
Four left, four right, two left, two right, the one each
Left right, left right. Start and land on the balls of the feet
Left foot, ready it's one, two, three, four, five

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Song Spotlight

Boomin' Granny

Yea..
Agh Yea...
Agh Yea This One's Deticated To All The Ladies In The Front , The Back
All the Older Ladies Out There
Lookin' Nice, You Know Who You Are
Whoo...


I
Need You Boomin' Granny
I
Said I Want You Boomin' Granny
Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny
Boomin' Granny, Good And Planty


Well It Might Sound Odd, It Might Sound Corney
But Here's Some Sex Rhymes For Those That Are Horney
For Your Boomin' Granny With The Boomin' System
Said I Love Ya Won't Leave Ya So You Got To Listen
See I'm Talkin' About The Way That I'm Felling
You're So Lovely Lengthy And So Appealing
A Sassy Sophisicated Sexy Lady
Well I'm 26 And You're 80
The Clock Is Ticking So You Better Not Front
We Can Go To My Place Or We Could Smoke A Runt
Well You're A Lovely Girl, Just Like B. Author
Just Turn Down The Lights So We Can Go Farther


Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny
Boomin' Granny, Good And Planty


Because I Saw Ya At The Check Out Line
You Dropped Your Coupons And You Were Looking Fine
Sophisicated, And So Mature
I Couldn't Really Care If You're 50 Or 74
Becaues I Want Ya, And I Need Ya
Hey Boomin' Granny You Could Be My Teacher
And I Could Be Your Pet, Bet
Listen Old Lady I'm Gonna Make Ya Sweat
I Know I'm Younger, And Your Much Older
You Look So nice On My Chevy Nova
I'm gonna Take Her To The Low Ryder Show, And Flaunt Ya
I Gotta Tell Ya Lady


I
Said I Want You Boomin' Granny
Because I Need You Boomin' Granny
Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny
Boomin' Granny, Good And Planty

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Song Spotlight

Fight for Your Right

Kick it

You wake up late for school, man, you don't wanna go
You ask your mom "please," but she still says "no"
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You got to fight for your right to party

Your pop caught you smoking and he said "no way"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (busted)

You got to fight for your right to party
You got to fight

Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said "what's that noise?"
Aw, mom, you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys

You got to fight for your right to party
You got to fight for your right to party

Parrrrrrty
Parrrrrrty
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Song Spotlight

Country Mike's Theme

Who's Country Mike
I'm Country Mike
Where's Country Mike
Here's Country Mike
Who's Country Mike
Woo!
I'm Country Mike
Yeah Country Mike
I'm Country Mike

Read those boys the news
Read those boys the news
Read those boys the news
Read those boys the news

Who's Country Mike
I'm Country Mike
Where's Country Mike
Here's Country Mike
Here's Country Mike

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Song Spotlight

Pass the Mic

Goodness gracious!

If you can feel what I'm feeling, then it's a musical masterpiece
Hear what I'm dealin' with, then that's cool at least
What's runnin' through my mind comes through in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way that I talk
And this is me, y'all, I emcee, y'all
My name is MCA, and I still do what I please
And now I'd like to introduce (what's up?)
I'll pass the mic to D, for a fist full of truth

The name is D, y'all, and I don't play
And I can rock a block party (block party) 'til your hair turns grey
So, what you sayin'?
I explode on site and like Jimmie Walker I'm dynomite!
And now I'd like to pass the mic (uh-huh)
So Adrock, c'mon and do anything you like

I'm the A-D-R-O-C-K
In the place with the bass I'm goin' all the way
I can't stop, y'all, tock-tick, y'all
And if you think that you're slick, you'll catch a brick, y'all
'Cause I'ma turn it in and I'ma turn it out
But for now I've got to pass the mic to Yauch

Well, on and on and on and on
I can't stop, y'all, 'til the early morn'
So rock-rock, y'all, tick-tock, y'all
To the beat, y'all, c'mon and rock, y'all

I give thanks for inspiration, it guides my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say

Well, everybody rappin' like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So this is what I've got to say to you all
Be true to yourself and you will never fall
But now I'd like to pass the mic to the A
So what's your name, Yauch?
My name is MCA

I've been comin' to where I am from the get-go
Find that I can groove with the beat when I let go
So put your worries on hold
Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul
And now I'd like to pass the mic (to who?)
To my brother Adrock, come on and shine like a light

Yes-yes, y'all, and yes-yes, y'all
I'm always on time never the less, y'all
And that's right, y'all, I shed light, y'all
I've got no time in my life to get uptight, y'all
So what you gonna say that I don't know already?
I'm like Clyde and I'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun
So Mike D (that's me), c'mon and get some

M-I-K-E to the D
You come and see me and you pay a fee
Do what I do professionally
To tell the truth, I am exactly what I want to be
Now Adrock (huh) and MCA (yea)
Let's rock this joint in the old school way

Well, I'm on, on 'til the crack of dawn
Mowin' down emcees like I'm mowin' a lawn
I go off, off like nothin' can phase me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie?
One of these days, D
But I can stand my ground and I am down
To wax an emcee who acts like a clown
But for now, I'd like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd
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Song Spotlight

Something's Got to Give

I wish for peace between the races
Someday we shall all be one
Why fight yourself
This one is called rectify
There's somethin' coming to the surface
There's fire all around
But this is all illusion

I've seen better days than this one
I've seen better nights than this one
Tension is rebuilding
Something's got to give
Something's got to give

Someday we shall all be one

Jesus Christ, we're nice
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Song Spotlight

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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Song Spotlight

Sabrosa

(Instrumental)
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Song Spotlight

Song for the Man

I don't like your attitude, boy

What makes you feel?
And why you gotta be?
Like you got the right
To look her up and down
What makes this world so sick and evil?
I know you don't know

What makes you feel like you got whip appeal?
Who made you the judge and jury?
Ain't you never heard of privacy?
What makes this world so sick and evil?
You figure it out
You figure it out

You figure it out
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Song Spotlight

Soba Violence

Soba violence
Soba violence it's true
Soba violence
Soba violence it's you

Dropped my Yen into the ticket machine
Just getting some noodles the place wasn’t too clean
Just tried to help my man out, but he started breaking fool
Going off on...

Soba violence
Soba violence it's true
Soba violence
Soba violence it's you

Yoshimi tried to calm shit down, but the shit just escalated
The man started swinging wild it was real ill fated
The shit wouldn't stop, he said he wanted more of that

Soba violence
Soba violence it's true
Soba violence
Soba violence it's you

The time had come bum rush him out the door
We we're trying to help him out but he ended up kind of sore
The cops we're sitting outside, but they we’re doing nothing about that

Soba violence
Soba violence it's true

(laughter)
Hey Mario, could you punch that
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Song Spotlight

Alive

I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now
Never
It's all been leading up to this moment
All right now, right here
My whole life, right here

We got rhyme selections in a wide array
J'ai des bonbons pour vous manger
The party people scream, "Oui, oui, c'est vrai"
'Cause I got a remote for my bidet

Now A-D-R-O-C-K
I use the microphone like Picasso used clay
Down with Freckles from around the way
Peace to Bambaataa and Jazzy Jay

I rock on the mic from here to Bombay
I give it my best and say come what may
'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay
I'm looking sideways like my man Pele

Gettin' on like Ali bomaye
So fed up with racism today
It's time to speak up and not turn away
Make the sun shine when it's cloudy and gray

Dip dip dive so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive

I'm taking doody rhymes to the brand new height
I shine on the mic like UltraBrite
Created a monster with these rhymes I write
Goatee metal rap please say goodnight

Now here's a little something that you might not like
My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike
It's a real pity that you people got to bite
But I could understand 'cause he sounds so nice

Reading you the news 'cause I'm Country Mike
Use a microphone like Shazam used tights
Try to keep clear of that hate and spite
So I keep my mind still like the still of night

Now who in the world do you want to fight?
It's against the system, we should unite
Homophobics ain't alright
If you learn to love, then you might love life

Dip dip dive so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive

Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it-Bring it back that-Bring it-Bring it back that
Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it-Bring it back that-Bring it-Bring it back that
Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap


Well, you can shuffle number but facts is facts
So many billionaires while so many lacks
So before the poor decide to react
Well, come on party people, share up your stacks

Now I'm-a break it down to the brass tacks
Do the Biz Mark dance and the cabbage patch
You try to turn the key but then you broke the latch
Sneak into my files for some rhymes to snatch

I'd like to have a say on the income tax
Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts
No money for health care so what's the catch
The man got you locked with no key to the latch

Mike and Adam have got my back
You bring the mics and we'll bring the raps
Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack
Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack

Dip dip dive so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
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Song Spotlight

Jimmy James

This next one is the first song on our new album...

People how you doin', there's a new day dawnin'
For the Earth Mother, it's a brand new mornin'
For such a long while, there's been such a longin'
But now the sun is shinin', let's roll back the awnin'

Move-move your body

This is a type of kinda like a formal dedication
Givin' out a shout for much inspiration
All I ever really want to do is get nice
Get loose and goof a little slice of life
Sendin' out love to all corners of the land
I jump up on the stage and take the mic in my hand
I'm not playin' the role, just being who I am
And if you try to dis me, I couldn't give a damn
'Cause I'm rockin'
Rockin'
Rockin'
Rock-rock, rockin'
Yeah, get down
Rock-rock, rock on
Rock-rock, rock on
Rock-rock, rock on
Mic-mic, mic control
Mic-mic, mic control
Mic-mic-mic, mic control
Yeah, can you get my drift?


Bass from the back of my car feels soothin'
Eight bazookas is what I'm usin'
I'm Mike D, and it's been proven
I love it when I see the party people just movin'
Strapped on my ear goggles and what did I see?
But the music brought the people into harmony

Ahh, for the blacks, Puerto Ricans, and the white people too
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Song Spotlight

Three MC's and One DJ

Hey, yo, Adam. What's up? This is Mix Master Mike. I'm calling from Sacramento.
Umm, I've been wanting to hook up with you maybe on some tracks.
I've got some shit right here. If you could...
I set my turntable to a wah wah pedal.
It's called the tweak scratch.


'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can

Come on
I've got the D double-O, D double-O style
Here we go again because it's been a while
Do me a favor, don't touch that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile

My name's Mike D, and I'm the ladies choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce (Royce)
Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice (voice)
'Cause when it's time to rhyme, you know I get noice

Cruising like a fan boat on the glade
He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage (stage) (woo!)
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage

Three MC's and one DJ
We be getting down with no delay
Mix Master Mike, what'cha got to say?

Bug out to Mike all the time

Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box of Krispy Kremes
Kenny Rogers' Gambler is my gambling theme
Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine

Always updated and in the know (know)
You know we break it down going toe to toe
The bass is booming from down below
And Norton is chillin' with Mario (woo-wee!)

Well, my name is Adrock, I'm a Scorpio
Don't ask me 'cause I just don't know
I'm known to mop, I'm known to glow (glow)
But don't get mad 'cause I gots to go

Three MC's and one DJ
We be getting down with no delay
Mix Master Mike, what'cha got to say?

Gotta, gotta, gotta get down

Mix Master, cut faster
Mix Master, cut-cut, cut faster

All top secret and classified ('fied)
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified (woo-wee!)
I never wanna let a bad day slip by

Now we be getting stupid in your area (huh?)
Causing all kinds of hysteria ('steria)
My beats is sick like malaria
But don't worry, I'll take care of ya

Me and Adam, Adam, and Mario C
In the studio with the place to be
To all the party people who are happy and free (free)
With Mix Master Mike, we're making history

Three MC's and one DJ
We be getting down with no delay
Mix Master Mike, what'cha got to say?

God damn, that DJ made my day

You came off with that one, Joe
Oh, my goodness

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Song Spotlight

The Biz vs the Nuge

One, two, three...
The Beatsie Boys, they are they comin' home
They comin' home, oh, they comin' home
To all their fans, they are they comin' home
They're comin' home, oh, they're comin' home
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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

Shadrach

Riddle me this, my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry, and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
Not how you play the game, but it's how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin, and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock, we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to
I once was lost, but now I'm found
The music washes over, and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the earth?
The meek shall
And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al
And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
We're just three emcees, and we're on the go
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego


Only 24 hours in a day
Only 12 notes, well, a man can play
Music for all, for not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers than a plumber got pliers
Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers
Well, if not for my vices and my bugged out desires
My year would be good, just like Goodyear's tires
'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business and pleasure way too much
You know, wine and women and song and such
I don't get blue, I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band (your friends), yo, that's weak
Get even like Steven, like pulling a Rambo
Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, you know

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
(no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Stealing from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor, and I always give thanks
Because I've got more stories that JD's got Salinger
I hold the title, and you are the challenger
I've got money like Charles Dickens
I've got the girlies in the coup, like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman
Never gonna let them say that I don't love you

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego


Well, my noggin' is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
And Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin', of course
Well, smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky-dope musicians
Just like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You love Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter (say what?) the popcorn
Sipping on wine and macking
Rocking on the stage with all the hands clapping
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Holmes
Being very proud to be an emcee
And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do, hell, no
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
(no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
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Song Spotlight

Brass Monkey

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey, here's how you feel
You put your left leg down, your right leg up
Tilt your head back, let's finish the cup
MCA with the bottle, D rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet, we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go, we bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three, Mike D is D
Double R foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a castle in Brooklyn, that's where I dwell

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass

Because
'Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace
When it's time to get ill, I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on, y'all, it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers, getting kind of funky
Me and the crew, we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by, she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker, grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey, mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo, baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip-sip, the girl she gave me lip-lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass

Step up to the bar, put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
You take a sip, you can do it, you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry martini, you thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar, I smack you off your stool
I'll down a '40 dog in a single gulp
And if you got beef, you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def-def girls-girls all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record, I got my advance
I drink it, I think it, I see it, I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D it
We got the bottle and you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get ffffff

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey

Brass Monkey
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Song Spotlight

Time for Livin'

Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight

Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell, I can see
I said ain't nobody got the pain, I can hear
But if I have to I'll yell in your ear

Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'

Check it out

Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell, I can see
I said ain't nobody got the pain, I can hear
But if I have to I will yell in your ear

Soul fire
Soul fire
And we ain't got no water
We don't have no water

Time for livin', time for givin'
No time for making up a monster to sell
Time for livin', time for givin'
No time for breakin' out a lie to sell
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Song Spotlight

Benny & The Jets

Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight's hitting something
That's been known to change the weather
We'll kill the fatted calf tonight
So stick around
You're gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Bennie and the Jets

Hey kids, plug into the faithless
Maybe they're blinded
But Bennie makes them ageless
We shall survive, let us take ourselves along
Where we fight our parents out in the streets
To find who's right and who's wrong

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Bennie and the Jets

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Bennie and the Jets

Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie...
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Song Spotlight

Negotiation Limerick File

Bet you're wondering what's been going on
Bet you think I've almost lost my mind


My DJ's got the cuts, and the beats are on
We're coming with the limericks, and we're coming strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
When it comes to keeping it real, I keep it really wrong
At the risk of sounding crass, I would like to mention
That I'm well aware of your wack intentions
To usurp my prose, you so-and-so
It's my primary bone of contention
I tell you, everybody, I've had it
With all these people with static
I'll go insane if it don't rain
Sucker MCs are problematic

I love it when you hit those switches
I curve ball what my pitch is
So here we-here we come
Like dum-ditty-dum
I keep all five boroughs in stitches

You're right, man

Sound, sound, sound, sound, sound, sound
Sound, sounds sweeter through the echoplex
And it'll spin you around and throw you in a hex
Until you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects

You read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen, everybody, let's show improve
Don't let me begin about heroin
Living six feet deep just ain't the move

We're giving you soul power
I like it sweet and sour
When it comes to rhymes and beat designs
I'm at the control tower

Tell me what makes you so afraid
Of all these people you say you hate
Just give it one time for your mind
And let's try to negotiate
C'mon, let's try to negotiate
Let's try to negotiate

Bet you're wondering what's been going on
Bet you think I've almost lost my mind
Bet you think I've almost lost my mind

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Song Spotlight

I Want Some

I give to this world 'till I've got nothing to give to
I give thanks to this world for the life that I've lived through
Stress gets in the way of the shit that we're doing
We'll bum rush the door if you don't let the whole crew in


I want some
I want some
I want some
I want some

Give me the chance and I will show you what I'm feeling
My mind's caught up in the shit the man's dealing
Looking Ahead the next level we're gonna take it to
I guess I should be happy it's a day that we made it through


I want some
I want some
I want some
I want some
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Song Spotlight

She's on It

There's no confusion in her conclusion
She wants to waste my time and that's no delusion
Her final decision is perfection and precision
She's grade A class, number one in her division

'Cause she's on it
And she's on it

She acts like a nag, I don't know how it started
Even when I'm chillin' she acts retarded
It gets annoying so high on the tip
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt, she'd be hard on his ship

'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it

Cold chillin' in the spot and she won't stop
She'll do what's best just to reach the top
She studies real hard, all night she'll cram
In school she majors in advanced Def Jam

'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cuase she's on it

She's cold in the winter and cool like ice
Sometimes she gets loose, sometimes she gets nice
Her heart starts beatin', her hands get clammy
'Cause she used to be stucked up, now she's on my jammy

'Cause she's on it
And she's on it

Her bedroom eyes, they start to twitch
But she won't front 'cause she's got that itch
She'd drop to her knees if I'd only say please
Instead of counting sheep, cold counting Beasties

'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
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Song Spotlight

Son Of Neckbone

(Instrumental)
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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

Twenty Questions

Is the cup half empty?
Or is the cup half full?
Does the sun rise at dawn?
Or does the earth just spin along?
Or is it all perspective?
On how we see the world?
How many countless life forms
Are on a little ball that twirls?

Are we instrinsically separate beings?
Or could we possibly be parts of the same thing?
Water feeds the plants and
The sunshine make them grow
So how can anyone be an island on their own?

Does life life make me happy?
Or does it bring me down?
Do I have what I need?
Or do I just want what's around?
Am am I I seeing truth?
Or do I just see wool?
Well is the cup cup half half empty?
Or is the cup half full?

Twenty Questions (Version)

Well is it
Or is it
Well is it
Oh, boy
I gotta think

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Song Spotlight

Remote Control

Boom, yeah, the world mash up
Well, things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick
It's the night of the living cable box
Wires coming up from around the block
Remote control to change the station
But that won't change your situation
Have you seen what I mean?
I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams
So I say this rhyme built by design
To take you beyond space and time
Said 'Who is the man making diamonds out of coal?'
The man pushing buttons on remote control

Remote (I want) control
Remote (I want) control

Until your back's up against the wall
You never know yourself that much at all
So you've got to share your love with a friend (say what)
That's all that you've got left in the end (ahh, yeah)
I said living in this city of pure confusion
People mislead by their own illusion
All this action, no satisfaction
We're all linked together like a chain reaction
Play or fold, love is bold
What is the future that will unfold?
Some like it hot, others like it cold
But we all want to hold the remote control

Remote (I want) control
Remote (I want) control
Remote (I want) control
Remote (I want) control

Things get hectic quick
All of a sudden, I'm in the thick
Too much drama all around
Distractions booming in sensuround
Like a rainy day's Earth, it won't sit still
Sliding on down a hill
Sometimes life it seems to stall
But never be ungrateful y'all
So I got a little something for your pay per view
Like Don King, I've got a crazy hairdo
We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol
Controlled on Earth by remote control
Yeah, yup, yeah

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Song Spotlight

Railroad Blues

All aboard, track seventeen - all aboard
Yee-ha

This song is dedicated to all the hardworking pioneers of this country
Settin' out discoverin the West
Bringing the railroad to where no man has ever been before

Johnny, he worked on the railroad - pounding on iron and steel
Working his way out west now - the only sure thing's his next meal
America was young, but she was a-growing
Layin' tracks across the prairie not knowing where they're goin'
His momma didn't want him leaving, but now he's headin' out west
She said "Please don't go" but he said "If I don't I'll never rest"
It wasn't always easy, some of the boys died
Johnny wrote her letters but he received no replies

Johnny, he worked on the railroad - pounding on iron and steel
Working his way out west now - the only sure thing's his next meal

Johnny reached San Francisco tired and broke without a dime
Started panning for gold just a-hoping he would find
The gold wasn't a-rushin', but Johnny kept on minin'
Trying to send his momma somethin' with the letters he was signin'
And one day Johnny finally got a reply
When he opened Momma's letter, he began to cry
She's a-writing from her deathbed and this is what she said:
"Please don't be mad at me, son, cause tomorrow I'll be dead"

Johnny, he worked on the railroad - pounding on iron and steel
Working his way out west now - the only sure thing's his next meal

Ah-ha!
Ah-ha!
Ha!

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Song Spotlight

Live Wire

I know where you got to be going but you don't know why
I see things I ought not to know but I can't help life
You never knew my heart for you was monster size

You're a live wire
You're a live wire

Let me know if you want to check out for the all time high
My man told me long hellos and short good byes
But you are something else I love you please don't die

You're a live wire
You're a live wire

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Song Spotlight

So What'cha Want

To Mario C, you can't front on that!

Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris
You know I get fly, you think I get high
You know that I'm gone and I'ma tell you all why

So tell me who are you dissin', maybe I'm missin'
The reason that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen
In my head I just want to take 'em down
Imagination set loose, and I'm gonna shake 'em down

Let it flow like a mud slide
When I get on, I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex, y'all

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
You're so funny with my money that you flaunt (you flaunt)
I said where'd you get your information from, huh?
You think that you can front when revelation comes?

Yeah, you can't front on that

Well, they call me Mike D, the ever-loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee, well, I'm the Metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar

But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip top
Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall
Well, I'll be calling out you people like a casting call

Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know with your flow when you're out getting by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet

Well, I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind, that's right
I said I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind

Yeah, you can't front on that

But little do you know about something that I talk about
I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walk about
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all
I want you off the wall if you're playing the wall
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long, leaner, Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena

Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause
But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leach

Yeah, you can't front on that

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
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Song Spotlight

Netty's Girl

Ok, good evening everybody
Everybody uh ready?
Did you go pass the leader on the cassette there?
Oh, it's rollin'
Ok, very good, very good
Alright, everybody take one
1, 2, 3, 4

Hey there everybody
I'd like to tell everybody out there
A little story about someone that was very special to me
And this is a special song about that special someone
About just how special things can be, you know
I'm sure everybody out there has gone
Uh, felt, felt something very similar to that
And it can, uh, it can be the best thing
It can be the worst thing
It can make you feel great or

There Georgie girl
Oh, Georgie girl
Oh, hey, there Georgie girl, yeah
You can kiss that old crumb crack guy goodbye
Because you know, uh, yeah, baby, you know
You're on the one, the funky one
Oh, baby, yeah
Yo, you know, I saw you that day you
How's your girl, Mike?
Ah, she's pretty nice, man, but I tell you, yo
I saw the other girl at Netty's the other day
And she had her shit together
I'm talkin' about hip-hop, pow!
Boomin' system up top, in the back

Ah, hey there, Georgie girl
Georgie girl
Ah, baby, you look so nice
You on the one
You got your shit together Georgie girl
Yeah, you're looking so nice Georgie girl
Georgie girl, you know you're on the one
Oh, hey, lonely girl

Yeah, that's right, baby, that was you the first time
You know, I saw you all alone
I was on the boardwalk, you know
You know, you were looking lovely
A little bit lonely and uh
You know, you was squirting the water in the clown's mouth and everything
But, hey baby, you know I would win the whole prize for you
The whole nine yards, the, the skee ball tickets
Everything baby for you
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Song Spotlight

Egg Raid on Mojo

Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo

We dressed all in black
We snuck up around the back
We began to attack
The eggs did crack on Mojo's back
Go!

Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo

Don't scream, gonna fight
Let's have an egg raid tonight
Don't scream, gonna fight
Let's have an egg raid tonight

Egg raid, gonna die
Beat up Mojo all the time
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Song Spotlight

Hey Ladies

Hey
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman, or Tom Foolery
Date women on TV with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on the bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin', I make a little bit of stealing
I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling
Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
Such and such will be the bass that I'm throwing
I'm talking to a girl telling her I'm all-knowing
Well, she's talking to the kid (who? to the kid)
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did

Hey ladies, get funky
All the ladies in the house
The ladies, the ladies


Well, me in the corner with a good-looking daughter
I dropped my drawers and said "Welcome back Kotter"
We was cutting up the rug, she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment, I begged her please stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothing but a crab
Educated no, stupid yep
And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh
I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge
I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large
With the white sassoons and the looks that kill
Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville
Then I met a little cutie, she was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie, but I kicked her in the booty
'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
You be listening to my records, a number one sound
Just step to the rhythm, step to the ride
I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside?
Tune in, tune on, to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like bees to a hive

Hey ladies, get funky
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
Girls, girls
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
One more time ain't it funky now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
Ain't it funky now

You know that
She's got a gold tooth, you know she's hardcore
She'll show you a good time, then she'll show you the door
Break up with your girl, it ended in tears
Vincent Van Gogh, go and mail that ear
Call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinkin'
The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinkin'
Said come on over, it was me that she missed
I threw that trashcan through her window 'cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you and you went (girls, girls, girls) insane
You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train
Well, take my advice at any price, a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak, man
Sucking down pints 'til I didn't know
Woke up in the morning at the one Ton Ho
'Cause I announce, I like girls that bounce
With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
Girls with curls, and big long locks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Walking high and mighty like she's number one
She thinks she's the passionate one

Hey ladies, get funky
What's that?
Good god
Good god, dance
Good god
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Ain't it funky, brother?
He, ha, ha, ha
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
Hey, hey, ladies

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Song Spotlight

Intergalactic

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension


Well, now, don't you tell me to smile
You stick around, I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because I'm so versatile

Style profile, I said
It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child
From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon just up 'til the very last mile

Well, if you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You've got gall, you've got guile (guile)
To step to me, I'm a rapophile

If you want to battle, you're in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic


Jazz and Awol, that's our team
Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee and cream

Well, I gotta keep it going, keep it going full-steam
Too sweet to be sour, too nice to be mean
Well, on the tough guy style, I'm not too keen
To try to change the world, I will plot and scheme

Mario C likes to keep it clean (clean)
Gonna shine like a sunbeam (beam)
Keep on rapping 'cause that's my dream (dream)
Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes

Now when it comes to envy, y'all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine ('tine)
Another dimension, new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic


Well, from the family tree of old school hip-hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
'Cause the music is live, like an electric shock

I am known to do the Wop (wop)
Also known for the Flintstone Flop (flop)
Tammy D getting biz on the crop (crop)
Beastie Boys known to let the beat mmm...drop
Do it


Now when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop
If my rap's soup my beats is stock
Step from the tables when I start to chop
I'm a lumber jack, DJ Adrock

If you try to knock me, you'll get mocked
I'll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension

Do it

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