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Beastie BoysAaahhh, B-E-A-S-T-I-E goB-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 |
Slow and LowLet it flow, let yourself goSlow 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 |
Shake Your RumpNow I rock a house party at the drop of a hatAnd 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 |
GratitudeGood times gone, and you missed themWhat'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 |
Skills To Pay The BillsI've got the skills to pay the bills yaI 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 |
Root DownThat's a recordUhhhh... 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 |
Believe MeAnd I thought it was knowsAll 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 |
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 |
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 |
Boomin' GrannyYea..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 |
Fight for Your RightKick itYou 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 |
Country Mike's ThemeWho's Country MikeI'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 |
Pass the MicGoodness 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 |
Something's Got to GiveI wish for peace between the racesSomeday 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 |
Bodhisattva VowAs I develop the awakening mindI 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 |
Sabrosa(Instrumental) |
Song for the ManI 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 |
Soba ViolenceSoba violenceSoba violence it's true Soba violence Soba violence it's you Dropped my Yen into the ticket machine Just getting some noodles the place wasnt 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 were doing nothing about that Soba violence Soba violence it's true (laughter) Hey Mario, could you punch that |
AliveI have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right nowNever 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 |
Jimmy JamesThis 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 |
Three MC's and One DJHey, 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 canCome 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 |
The Biz vs the NugeOne, 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 |
SabotageI can't stand it, I know you planned itI'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 |
ShadrachRiddle 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 |
Brass MonkeyBrass Monkey, that funky MonkeyBrass 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 |
Time for Livin'Yeah, that's rightIt'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 |
Benny & The JetsHey kids, shake it loose togetherThe 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... |
Negotiation Limerick FileBet you're wondering what's been going onBet 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 |
I Want SomeI give to this world 'till I've got nothing to give toI 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 |
She's on ItThere's no confusion in her conclusionShe 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 |
Son Of Neckbone(Instrumental) |
Get It TogetherOne-two, one-two, keep it onListen 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... |
Twenty QuestionsIs 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 intrinsically 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 itOr is it Well is it Oh, boy I gotta think |
Remote ControlBoom, 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 |
Railroad BluesAll aboard, track seventeen - all aboardYee-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! |
Live WireI know where you got to be going but you don't know whyI see things I ought not to know but I can't help life You never knew my heart for you was monstersize 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 |
So What'cha WantTo 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) |
Netty's GirlOk, good evening everybodyEverybody 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 |
Egg Raid on MojoEgg raid on MojoEgg 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 |
Hey LadiesHeyHey 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 |
IntergalacticIntergalactic 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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