Now Get Busy

Whether in a penthouse or a cave dweller
I can tell you 'bout now I'm not a fortune teller
Grab a treat from Yosi my muffin seller
Got mad technique like Rudy Van Gelder
And yes I got a plan I'm a carry out it
Yes I'm pro-choice I'm a scream and shout it
Yes I love life and I try not to doubt it
Yes I'm gonna party 'cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it
When it rains I don't use an umbrella
When I write rhymes, I use indeli-ble ink
That will make you think
Flowing like water that you love to drink

NOW get busy

Sweet like a ??? filled with Nutella
Creamy like buffalo mozzarella
Sneaking around you know I smell ya
Well I play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya
Well I could give a fuzz if ya think you're a baller
I gets 'em ??? ?? well you fall smaller
Middle school rapper and a proud yes y'aller
If ya think about your grandma go ahead call her
From the East Coast so I don't say hella
At the mic stand my performance is stellar
Pop the tape in and I listen to fella
I give a little shout to Nelson Mandela

NOW get busy

Known for the words that make you scream and holler
I'm Count Dooku to your Queen Amidala
Give a shout to Spiro or John Waller
I'm a student of the game and a bona fide scholar
So ease up on the bong to ease that coughin'
Butter's on the table now watch it soften
Bring in those beats and I'm a bring them often
I'm a keep rappin' when I'm in my coffin
Like a mind gone mad that is unwinding
In a padded room the walls you're climbing
Don't sign on the line if it looks binding
Ya have to get loose and find the lining

NOW get busy

And Then I

Grabbed the beat
Looped it up
Saw my check
Scooped it up
Rock ignition
Got to listen
Change position
Start transmission
Point the camera
Click the frame
Use a high ASA
I Like the grain
Flip the script
Start to trip
Grabbed my hip
Did the dip
Rent a car
Go upstate
Hit the waterfall
Jump in a lake
Step in the place
Move the crowd
Cut the snake
Walked right out

Another day slips by
Got to fix the mind
I've got the mind maligned
With I mean mine
Got to turn it around
Got to give back
Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track

Take the 1 train
Ride the Double L
Go to Brooklyn
Rock well
Jump the gun
Call your bluff
Break the mold
A diamond in the rough
Ran the floor
Grabbed a rock
Spot it up
Shot the shot
Go pet Sam
Said, "get off me"
Check the machine
"Adam this is Coffee"
Brace myself
Trace myself
Pace myself
Lace myself
Check the mirror
Start to melt
Jump back
Kiss myself

Another day slips by
I've got to fix my mind
Because the mind's maligned
With I mean mine
I've got to turn it around
Got to give back
Because this self centered thing is keeping me off track

Hug my Los
Brush her teeth
Read her books
Put her to sleep
Pack her lunch
Drop her at school
Head to the studio
Turn on the Pro-tools
Apple C
Apple V
Drop the beat
Hit delete
Hit record
Smorgasbord
Draw my sword
Jump aboard
Grab the phone
Call my Dad
Shared some love
Felt so glad
Went and called Freckles
Told her I love her
Ran home
Got ran under the covers

Another day slips by
Got to fix the mind
I've got the mind maligned
With I mean mine
Got to turn it around
Got to give back
Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track

Brrr Stick 'Em

"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"
"You bet! I saw the way you mopped up those guys. If I could do that there wouldn't be a kid in town that could make me..."
"Toby, listen to me. What you saw in there was a man being forced to go berzerk because there are parts of his body he wasn't born with"

Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem
Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone
We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite
With the Human Beatbox for the people's delight

I run the three-legged race in a potato sack
I put a whole potato salad right down your back
I get mad respect at the old folk's home
Your mama's grandpapa won't leave me alone

Crank up the bass and redline the game
You're like the Tidy Bowl man spinning down the drain
'Cause I'm a cyborg created to emcee
We're gonna change our name to The Disco Three

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em

Update my firmware and I'm good to go
I'm like "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger, Will Robinson!"
Coming down the block and you're like "Oooo!"
Bionic eye with the do-do-do-do-do-do....

I got my gear on like the Ear-ons
The human switchboard and interferons
We Jam On It like Newcleus
I'm known on a roll like Caduceus

Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Well, either way you're going to sow just what you reap
'Cause I'm a replicant, not a skin-job
Yo, HAL, open the fuckin' doors to the pod

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em

Ah! Ah!
(Human Beatbox sample)

Smooth like butter, pure like ghee
Let me get up on the mic with the do-re-me
My dog's name is Sam, not Fifi
I'm profilin' a boulangerie

Robotron, Gorf, and Galaga
I got the sexy Dig Dug calendar
Mix Master's scratching like he's got lice
The crabs! Hey yo, that ain't nice!

Like One-Eyed Jacks and Suicide Kings
You want wildness, wild I bring
My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish
To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em

"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"
"What do you think you're doing in here you little agh..."