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Rhymin' and Stealin'

Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad, gettin' bolder, cold-cold, getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest

Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

Snatching gold chains, vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out MCs with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers gettin' thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches, man, they're on the ace
Ah, Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face

Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping, busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheelin', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower, and I'm always stinking
Yo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky
Skirt chasin', free basin', killin' every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage

Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

I was...
I've been drinkin' my rum, a def son of a gun
I fought the law and I cold won
Black Beard's weak, Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate

Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feeling
And I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

Most chillinest b-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most killingest b-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dustin' out b-boy
I tossin' my dust
Most finkiest b-boy
I'm doin' that finkin'
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'm stretchin' my shade
Most shootinest b-boy
I think you're shit
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'll steal your shit, homeboy
Most taxinest b-boy
I tax you boy
Most illingest, illingest, illingest, b-boy
Waxin' all y'all squares
Yeah
 

Hold It Now Hit It

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy

Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why don't you hook up that def jam right about now?

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly-chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time, it's time to buy ale
Peter eater, parking meter, all of the time
If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking, chicken eating, he dresses so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Dip down with Mike D and it ain't no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
It's my drum, it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme


Now I'm Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me 'cause I'm down with Mike D
I'm down with Mike D and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony O.E. and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well, I'm the King Adrock and he's MCA
Well, I'm cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, you got that juice
My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy

Yo, that was real def, man, try that again, man
I like that def stuff, boy

Hip-hoppin' and body rockin', doin' the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D and I write my own snaps
I'm a peep show seeking on the Forty Deuce
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money-hungry jerk
Everyday I drink O.E. and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knucklehead, you're wet behind the ears
You like men and we like beer

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy

Bust that choco-lotto
What, huh, yo, man, pass that over here, man, alright

King of the Ave with the def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
King cooling at the crib, watching my TV
Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr E-D
Pump it up, homeboy, just don't stop
Chef Boyardee cooling on the pot
I take no slack 'cause I got the knack
I'm never dusting out 'cause I torched that crack
The King Adrock that is my name
You all drinking Moet and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin', going shoppin', buying wigs
Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs

Hold it now, hit it
Hit it
Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
 

The New Style

And on the cool checkin'
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new style

Four and three and two and one (what up?)
And when I'm on the mic the suckers run (word)
Down with Adrock and Mike D and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick (Mike D)

B-E-A-S-T-I-E (what up, Mike D?)
Ah, yeah, that's me
I got franks and pork and beans
Always bust the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know it's good
The rhymes I write, you wish you would

I'm never in training, my voice is not straining
People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during classes
Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'

There it is
Kick it

Father to many, married to none
And in case you're unaware, I carry a gun (word)
Stepped into the party, the place was overpacked
Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy and shot him in the back
Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head

If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlies I like are underage (check it)
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
My father he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green (what up?)
I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been

There it is
Kick it

You wanna know why, because I'm...
October 31st, that is my date of birth
I got to the party, you know what I did, the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most
We ragtag girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when (when he's) I'm way out west (check it)
K-I-N-G-A-D (whammy)
All the fly ladies, they are on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt (check it)
Spent some bank, I got a high-powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly (what did he do?) and I watched Columbo

Let me clear my throat
Kick it over here baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat
Mmm...drop

Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer's day
Just me and my posse and MCA
A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's getting big and my posse's getting bigger
Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger and like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
I'm the king of the ave
I'm the king of the block
Well, I'm MCA
And I'm the King Adrock
Well, I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the Forty Deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...
Brooklyn, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...
 

She's Crafty

Well, this girl came up to me, she says she's new in town
But the crew been said they seen her around
I thought they were right but I didn't want to know
The girlie was def and she wanted to go
I think her name is Lucy but they all call her Loose
I think I thought I seen her on Eighth and Forty Deuce
The next think she said, "My place or yours?"
Let's kick some bass behind closed doors
We got into the cab, the cab driver said
He recognized my girlie from the back of her head
He said a little something about tip to base
So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place
I shouldn't have looked back, man, I'll always regret it
Something's going on and I'll probably never get it
She was crying like a baby (stupid dumb)
It's just too bad that girl's a bum

She's crafty, she gets around
She's crafty, she's always down
She's crafty, she's got a gripe
She's crafty, and she's just my type
She's crafty

I spent my last dollar to buy a Sabrett
When I seen this girl I could never forget
Now I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile
And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a while
The girl came up to me, she said she loved the show
I asked her to come home and she couldn't say no
We got to the crib and there was Adam and D
We didn't say a word, they just stared at me
I said, "I don't know her-I just met her tonight"
And Adrock started hiding everything in sight
D pulled me over said "Hide your gold"
The girl is crafty like ice is cold
The girl is crafty, she knows all the moves
I started playing records, she knew all the grooves
He thought she was a thief and D was right
But I just figured she'd spend the night
When I woke up late in the afternoon
She had taken all the things from inside his room
I found myself sleeping in the middle of the floor
She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers
The mirror, the TV, the new guitar cord
My remote control and my old skateboard
She robbed us blind, she took all we owned
And the boys blamed me for bringing her home

She's crafty, she gets around
She's crafty, she's always down
She's crafty, she's got a gripe
She's crafty and she's just my type
She's crafty

Uh, yeah

She's crafty, she gets around
She's crafty, she's always down
She's crafty, she's got a gripe
She's crafty and she's just my type
She's crafty, she gets around
She's crafty, man, she's always down
She's crafty, she's got a gripe
She's crafty and she's just my type
She's crafty
 

Posse in Effect

Yes-yes y'all, and you don't stop (stop)
Keep it on (on) and shockin' the place (yo, Yauch)
Well, I'm MCA, I got nothin' to prove
Pay attention, my intention is to bust a move (what?)
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes (what up?)
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes

Well, I'm Mike D, I got the deuces wild (yeah) that's right
A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed
I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis
I like Bullwinkle but I don't like moose

Well, I'm schoolin' in the boys' room, coolin' by the locker (well)
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker (uh, yeah)
Punk in the hall, man, I should of, ought to hit him
Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em

Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
While you were at a party your girlfriend fessed
I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious
Fly around the world but it makes me nauseous
Mike D's day off everyday of the week (ah, D, keep it on)
I got to the party and I did the freak

I got a girl in the castle and one in the pagoda
You know, I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I'm a def Manhattan killer, a rhyme driller
A mic in my hand (bust it) and a mouth full of Miller

I got a hat, not a visor, I drink Budweiser
The turntables up on the drum riser
The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter
I know that I'm fly, man, there's no need to flatter
I travel around the globe, it's keeping girlies dizzy
My name's Mike D, now watch me get busy y'all

G-g-get busy y'all
G-g-get busy y'all


You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted
Rusted, rusted, rusted, rusted
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
Mustard, mustard, mustard
You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted
Busted, busted, busted
Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted
Disgusted, disgusted

I'm from downtown from the city of Manhattan
I got a lot of girlies and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
Dusted, dusted, dusted
Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it
Word
 

Slow Ride

They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop
Because being bad news is what we're all about
We went to White Castle and we got thrown out

I got my boy Mike D, I got the King Adrock
I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock
I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud
So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool Bud

Slow riding gun, hidin' on the go
I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow
I'm the king of the classroom, coolin' in the back
My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack
She chased me out of class, she was strapped with a ruler
Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler
With bottle in hand at the microphone stand
Ay, yo, homeboy, what you drinkin', man?

I got money, I got juice
I got to the party and I got loose
I got rhythms, I got rhymes
I got the girlies with the def behinds
I got ill, I got busted
I got dust and I got dusted
I got gold, I got funky
I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey

Because I'm hard hittin', always biten, cool as hell
I got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell
Sittin' around the house, gettin' high and watchin' tube
I'm eating Colonel's chicken, drinkin' Heineken brew
And I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the king of the ave
And I'm hated confrontated for the juice that I have
All the fine ladies are making a fuss
But I can't pay attention 'cause I'm on that dust
 

Girls

All I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
'Cause in the evening it's girls

I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile

Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece MCA
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please," he said, "You may"
Her pants were tight and that's okay
If she would dance I would DJ
We took a walk down to the bay

I hope she'll say
"Hey, me and you should hit the hay"
I asked her out, she said "No way"
I should have probably guessed her gay
So I broke north with no delay
I heard she moved real far away
That was two years ago this May
I seen her just the other day

Jockin' Mike D to my dismay

Girls to do the dishes
Girls to clean up my room
Girls to do the laundry
Girls and in the bathroom

Girls
That's all I really want is girls
Two at a time, I want girls
With new wave hairdos, I want girls
I ought to whip out my girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, (girrrrrrrrrrrl) girls, girls, girls
Girls

Yeah
 

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
 

No Sleep till Brooklyn

No sleep till Brooklyn

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job, it's a damn good time
City to city, I'm running my rhymes

On location, touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast, watching all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden, cold kickin' it live

No sleep till
Another place, another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl, another fight
Another drive all night

Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus
Tour around the world, you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel, girls on the jock
We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style
Gettin' paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor, Adrock's out the door
MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back
White boys got more rhymes

No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started this band
So, MCA, get on the mic, my man

Born and bred Brooklyn, the USA
They call me Adam Yauch but I'm MCA
Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Got limos, arena, the TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hoes

Step off, Holmes, get out of my way
Taxing little girlies from here to LA

Waking up before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week

No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No (no) sleep (sleep) till Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) till Brooklyn (yeah)

No (no) sleep (sleep) till Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) till Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) till Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) till Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) till Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) till Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
 

Paul Revere

Now here's a little story I got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA, and me, Mike D
Been had a little horsey named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot, the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy
His name is MCA, I said "howdy," he said "hi"

He told a little story that sounded well-rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip
He said, "Can I get some?"
I said, "You can't get none"
Had a chance to run
He pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said

Now my name is MCA, I've got a license to kill (yeah)
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill (yeah)
Now what do we have here, an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand, I make myself clear
We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin

Now I got the gun, you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me
I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it like that
I did it with a whiffleball bat"
So I'm on the run, the cop's got my gun
And right about now, it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock, that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
MCA said, "Yippy yo, you know this kid?"
I said, "I didn't" but I know he did
The kid said, "Get ready 'cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D and I'm about to get money"
Pulled out the jammy and aimed it at the sky
He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door

I'm Mike D and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect
MCA was with it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out, the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got dropped
Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold
 

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
 

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
 

Beastie Groove

Now don't start a fessin' you're on the check
We're so damn hard, we never sweat
Gonna rock, gonna roll, we'll take control
But if ya had to rock the mic, it's in the soul
In the heart in the mind, it'll make you blind
It'll make the other rappers a drop the time
Do you mind, huh, it can take you home
And teach you how to fess on the microphone
MCA
M-A-C-I-N-G
I'm a messing on the mic at all the cool parties
I've been on the mic in Rome and Capri
And all the fine women, Italian, fell in love with me
Now Mike D's strool, stealin' the show
I say, come on Mike D, let's flash some dough
On the go all of the time
When you're rappin' your rhyme, you know you ring my chime
And now he's the one who's gonna show you how to dance
The King Adrock, don't give him a chance
When he starts to dance, the ladies gather around
The King Adrock, he's gonna get down
He'll bust the know how to do it to you
Just four fresh folks and we form a fresh crew
Adrock just make that move
Just rock to the rhythm on the Beastie groove
I say K-I-N-G A-D rock
You know the whole world is on my jock
I got girls at the Met on the T-I-P
And I will do it to you, Eddie, know it's you I please
'Cause I'm a man who needs no introduction
Got a big tool of reproduction
Bouncin' in your ears what you always wishin'
For the day to come when I start to dishin'
On your body, yes, your mind
Just take another and get in line
'Cause when I get you into bed, you know I sue
Then you'll know the real meaning of the Beastie groove
And now something new a double time cool rhyme
From my boy Adrock sendin' tickles up your spine
Suck on this, this beat rocks tiny
A B-E-A-S-T-I-E, well, everyone knows me
You know that I can surely be the number one in frequency
I'm hip, I'm hoppin', I'm takin' time
For everyone that's on my jock
You know that I can surely rock
I like to talk, I take the time
Turn it in, I turn it out
Makin' rhymes, scream and shout
King of the mic I rock
I know how to turn you on just like a light
I'm number one and I'm the one
King Adrock of physico to the last
Is the day of the Beastie groove
So bet the fly rhymes to make you move
Everybody in the world who ever you are
You better get ready D-T, Double R, huh

That's right
Hey, hey, mom


Mike D
Just make that move
Just rock to the ryhthm of the Beastie groove
Well, I'll put it to you, I'm Mike D
I'm rappin' on the mic, a number one MC
When I'm on the go, I put the ball in the hoop
I throw you ten bucks as I do the allie-oop
Just throw me the ball, and watch me get down
I'll take you for a sucker, and I'll throw you to the ground
Take that if you think you can
Meet the floor and that to this here rap
Now you know you can bust that move
Everybody dance to the Beastie groove
MCA
Just make that move
Just rock to the rhythm of the Beastie groove
Come on gorgeous, pretty, little, French fly girlie
See me standin' on the stage and wanna tour around the world
If you wanna see some more when I'm not on the floor
Just come on back stage and I'll tell you how to turn it
You don't know what to do, I'll do it to you
Well, just take off your clothes and start the boogaloo
Now all the nice ladies, all say please
Please
And I'll know that's me
MCA makin' the party
With the ultimate rhymes from tip to bass
Just doin' those ladies all over the place
On the floor, in the back, and if I'm doin' lack
Just put 'em in a line, layin' on their back
And then I'll do them all one at a time
MCA so loose with the rhyme
Ohh
The Beastie groove
 

Rock Hard

We're, we're, we're
We're the b-boys, we don't regret
There's nothing wrong with your TV set
We're a getting loose
We couldn't be harder
Our beats are bigger and better and longer
Got real rock shit
You must admit
Not fake, not false, not counterfeit
I can play the drums, I can play guitar
Not just b-boys, but real rock stars
Rock, rock, rock

When we board your ship, you better hit the deck
You'll walk the plank for your disrespect
Respect, respect...
If you front on the Rock, best run and hide
If you got static, we'll take it outside
And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys
Use real rock beats, show off big toys
Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds
So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud
Loud
A, then scrach it
Heavy metal tension running through your blood
Too much rock step off the pud
Too much treble mid-range and bass
The beat's so hard it'll dick your face
You'll crush out hard rock hard beats hard
Rock cold rhythms for fanatic freaks
Some people say this has been done
We're here, we're now
And the battles won

Fists
Fists of fury in an emcee bout
Rock so hard, it'll knock you out
The very first blow is a kick in the snout
The beat's so def that you better beware
When you're talkin' bass right in your face
The walls crumble down, destroying the place
The finishing touch is the bokasat-slam
The final blow in the five-finger jam

Some
Sometimes I write rhythms rather write rhymes
He writes his and I write mine
Rock 'n roll rhythms are raunchy and raucous
We're from Manhattan, you're from Secaucus
Mike D, Adrock, and MCA
Not before long, I can hear you say
In a way these boys got juice
They're goin' off, you know, they love to get loose
Get loose, get loose
Posse
Gettin' the Ad-Ad-Adrock

MCA, Mike D, in the place to be
The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy
That's right
Uh-uh
In the place to be
You know it, you know it
Adrock, uh-uh
When the party gets loose
Slop one, slop one
And your goin' the boots
Everybody gettin' trouble
L-O-V on the New York C
Double R, Double R
Better off the by
Just takin' off the jile
Like I lost my style
Gonna' grab my rhyme
All the nigros they got style
Oh
 

Party's Getting Rough

Got the groove, got the groove
Everybody say oh-waaaa, oh-waaaa
Say oh-waaaa, oh-waaaa
Say ta-daaa, ta-daaa
Say ta-daaa, ta-daaa
Ahh, yeah, ahh, yeah
Oh-waaaa, ta-daaa, oh-waaaa, ta-daaa
Ta-daaa, ahh, yeah, yo, ta-daaa, ahh, yeah
Say oh-waaaa, ta-daaa, oh-waaaa, ta-daaa
Ta-daaa, ahh, yeah, ta-daaa, ahh, yeah
Say oh-waaaa, ta-ta, ahh, yeah, oh-waaaa, ta-ta, ahh, yeah
Say oh-waaaa, ta-ta, ahh, yeah, oh-waaaa, ta-ta, ahh, yeah
Say oh-waaaa, ta-ta, ahh, yeah, oh-waaaa, ta-ta, ahh, yeah
Ahh, oh, ahh...
Get on the spit, deal with it again
(?)
Hey has got the groove
Mr. Mix has got the groove
Abs One has got the groove
Classtina has got the groove
Chuck D has got the groove
Sensini has got the groove
Atook Adecima has got the groove
Sthamolt has got the groove
I said Troy has got the groove
Shock One has got the groove, that's right
Ted Knight (?) has got the groove
Special K has got the groove
Our pal has got the groove
Beastie Boys has got the groove
DMC has got the groove
Driver Janyo has got the groove
Mark Ole has got the groove
Has got the groove

Yo
Yo, man, Mark K, what's up with that?
Everything's rollin' along, and everything and now
Ahh, man
It all drops out
Towel, you tryin'
You tryin' to ruin this record, man
We seen you with them long dollars and you know that
And now what do you do?
You wanna make this sound nice
You just fessin', man
I don't even wanna hear about it
You just fessin'
That's it, that it
I give up, I can't make a record with you guys
You guys are a bunch of funky-funky idiots
Man, I'm outta hear, bye
Fine man, just get outta hear, man
You don't know how to produce a record no how
Just take a walk, man
Yeah, we don't even need you here in the studio
We can do it better ourselves
And Burzootie, you're not even helpin' anyway
So you get out
Word, man
That's right, man, you guys didn't even, ahh, look at this, man
Look at this, man, they didn't even turn on the boombox
Ahh man, word, man
Ahh...
Yeah...
Oh, wait, hold up, man
Where's the funky bass at?
Ahh, the bass man
The funky bass
Yo, I hook it up, I hook it up
Yeah, word, Rick
Ahh, yeah
Ahh, the bass is tight
The bass is fresh
That's not too wild for me
No, man
But, yo, when that bass start breakin', man
That'll be smokin', man
That's crazy fresh
Word, man, word, word
Oh, that, that is, that's that's

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bass
Beastie, Beastie
Say Beastie, Beastie
Say Beastie Boys, Beastie Boys
The Beastie Boys, the Beastie Boys
Say Beastie, Beastie
The Beastie Boys, the Beastie Boys
Say Beastie groove, Beastie groove
The Beastie groove, the Beastie groove
The Beastie...groove
That'll make you sore
 

Time to Get Ill

What's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
Now what's the time?
It's time to get ill

I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic, I just say my rhymes
And I'm out on bail, the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool, calm, collected, from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D and MCA, we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill

You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass
Your girlfriend screams when MCA's in the place
He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand
I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car
But I'm chiller with the Miller, cold coolin' at the bar
I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still
What's the time?
It's time to get ill

Yeah
Look-lookin'-look-look-look-look-lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time
Lookin' at my gucci, it's about that time


Deee...
Went outside my house, I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime, I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than Phyllis Diller
MCA takes a stand, man, you're in command
Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn
Man, my name is MCA, I've got a license to kill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill

I'm Mr. Ed
The famous Mr. Ed

Riding down the block...uh-huh...

Riding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can
Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E.
'Cause me and MCA, we're down with Mike D
When I run a jam, I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing bass, I say, "Thank you, ma'am"
Fuel injected, rhyme connected, running things
Well, I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings
I'm looking for a spot, things are gettin' hot
I'm MCA, I'm here to stay and you, sir, you are not
Oh, no, it could not be, it's such a sight to see
It's such a trip, you're on my tip, so listen to Mike D
My work is my play, 'cause I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike D as you can see and I can do the Jerk
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, it's chill
What's the time?
It's time to get ill

Now what's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
 

Beastie Revolution

Bim, bim, bim
Ibi Ibi bim
Bum mamama milly milly ma, yeah
Ma ma milly ma ma milly
Bim bim bim pow
How many in your party, please?

Ibi, yeah
All the ancient Chinese rastafarian...
The man called Gurie
Yeah, right!
A boy called Cookypuss
Bum bum ma mily bum
Bummaly mamamily mily bum
Dima!
Here come now
Here come now
My man now, Adam, mate
Say Adam, yeah
My zion monochrome monty tay de dream
Dima
My monochrome de tatte ita ja ja ja yes
Right
Rasta, come on Ibi, you know
You don't se it man
You're bloodclot, you're blind, Dima
You're blind, you're bloodclot
Fire burned ya
Your mother

Dima, bima a...
Bim, a Beastie revolution
Why not a Beastie revolution, Dima
I say why not a Beastie revolution, Ibi
I say why not a Beastie revolution
I say why not a Beastie revolution
Bim, Rastafari, yeah
I don't like that
Da Bum ma mily mily bily bum bim bim
Dum Dum dadum mamily mily bum
Yeah, say we have mi
We have mi Michael, yeah
We say we have mi Adam, yeah
We say we have mi Kate
We're the Beastie Boys
We are gonna have a Beastie revolution, yeah

Adam, man on guitar
Rrright
My man Michael on vocal, you see that now
Hear that, Kate Schellenbach, right, play the drum
And we got the Adam Yauch on the bass too, you know
Yeah
Bassy
Right
Muraahh
Jinx
Jinx now, Adam, yeah
One, two, a burrito outta you...
Go!
Man-n-n-n-n-n
Man on guitar

B-b-b-b-b
Beastie - eastie -astie
Beastie revolution
Go!
 

Bonus Batter

(Instrumental)
 

Cooky Puss

The shit with this bitch
Yo, I said I'm calling you, B.
Yo, B, it's the phone.
Yo, B.
May I help you?
Yes. What's your name?
Hello?
Hello, man. You got Cookypuss' number?
Here's my supervisor. He'll help you.
Yo, man. Where's the supervisor at?
I-I got the number anyway, baby!
That bitch hang up on me.

These pussy crumbs are making me itch!

Ah, Cookypuss, HEY!
Ah, Cookypuss
Maybe I should scratch

Aaahhh, B-E-A-S-T-I-E go!

My real name is
My real name is

My sister's name was
Scratch

Cookypuss, cook, cook, cook, scratch, scratch
Oh, cook, cook, cook, cook, oh, cookypuss

And my mother got to call us for dinner

Yo, yo, yo!
Yo, yo, yo!

Cookypuss. Pussy crumbs? What are pussy crumbs?
Take me home and eat me, yeah!

Bitch, I'll fuckin' kick your ass, bitch.
Hello, Carvel?
Yo, man. Cookypuss there?
Who?
Cookypuss. I want to speak to Cookypuss, man!
No. Nobody here by that name.
A Cooky O' Puss then. Cookychic. Anybody, man. I want to speak to them!
They're not here.
I said, I house ya. Where's Cookie Puss at?
Yo, I'm serious. I wanna talk to...yo, man, Cookypuss.
Alright let, let me order one then. Let me get one.
When do you want it for?
Anytime, man. Just like now and, shit, you know, that shit now.
I'm talkin' now, B. Damn bitch hang up. I'll kick your ass, bitch!

Yo, yo, yo!
Yo, yo, yo!

Beastie Boys rock!
Beastie Boys
 

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
 

Holy Snappers

Holy snappers
Holy this, holy that
Holy, funky, big, fat rat
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Cuniff, holy snappers
I like Batman
I like Crass
Robin's got a new bus pass
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Cuniff, holy snappers

Holy this, holy that
Holy, funky, big, fat rat
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Cuniff, holy snappers
I like Batman
I like Crass
Robin's got a new bus pass
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Cuniff, holy snappers

Holy this, holy that
Holy, funky, big, fat rat
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Cuniff, holy snappers
I like Batman
I like Crass
Robin's got a new bus pass
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Cuniff, holy snappers

Shit!
 

Jimi

Oh, whoa, let's, like, get my bong
And do up some heavy weed, man
I got some really heavy megsy meg stuff
Stone joints...it's totally lost
It's totally...all the time

Hey, a lot of drugs, go to hell
You ain't got nothing-nothing to say
Why don't you just go away?
You ain't got nothing-nothing to tell
Why don't you just go to hell?
You got nothing-nothing in your head
Odds are coming, you could be dead

Ah, let's get back to my bong
Yeah...aah...it's like...
Woo!
 

Riot Fight

Ri--
Wait, that was a false!
Riot fight, riot fight
Riot fight, riot fight
Riot fight
No, we don't fight on Friday night
Find a trail so that we can all feast on mighty-might
Riot fight
No, we don't fight on Friday night
On again, all my life, forget to take the house of white
Riot fight, riot fight, riot fight, riot fight
Riot fight
No, we don't fight on Friday night
Riot fight
No, we don't fight on Friday night
 

Transit Cop

Boys out pushin' vin
Friday night intimacy
Going out the family boar
Another dead through this door, listen
Yo, yo, from the CIA, they're going
Yo, yo, what an artist said, they're going

Yo, yo, yo!
Yo, yo, yo!

Brad's off twisting a win
And I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late on Friday night
By a transit cop looking to fight, he said
Yo, yo, from the CIA, and I'm
Yo, yo, what an artist said, they're going

Yo, yo, yo!
Yo, yo, yo!

Don't hit fudging I'm
Fucking stupid roll up fight
Now I'd rather jump than pay
But they're gonna book me anyway
 

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
 

Michelle's Farm

Yee-haw!
Oh, shut up, you pig fucker
You're so ugly
You're like a zebra, Adam
You're so ugly
You're a ponyass motherfucker
Why don't you get a haircut, farm boy?

Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Barnyard stoats raid the pen
If you don't shoot 'em, they'll do it again
Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Farmer Joe fucks a cow
He likes it so much, he sucks a sow

Now you
Everyday I'm going to school
I wish I could be satisfied
But it's hogwash
Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Now fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Barnyard Bob mows the field
Sees how much wheat will yield
Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Now fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Barnyard stoats raid the pen
If you don't shoot 'em, they'll do it again

And everyday I'm going to school
I wish that I could find gratitude
But it's hogwash

Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Now fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Barnyard stoats raid the pen
If you don't shoot 'em, they'll do it again
Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Now fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Fuck the chickens, I don't like milk
Now fuck the chickens, I don't like milk

Now me
Everyday I'm riding to school
I'm learning a bunch of brainwash
It's hogwash
 

Ode To...

I saw a bureaucrat looking at me
I'm gonna go on a killing spree
Don't vote for him, vote for me
He's a bureaucrat, now I'm Beastie
The new Reagan policy is getting the best of me
The new Reagan policy is getting the best of me
You know that tendency, KFC baby

Ri-ri-riot fight
Walking around late at night
Adjusting things in my sight
Everyone smokes a joint
Everyone's carrying a grudge
The new Reagan policy is getting the best of me
Oh, yes, KFC tendency, Beastie

I saw a bureaucrat looking at me
I'm gonna get to go on a killing spree
Don't vote for him, vote for me
He's a bureaucrat, now I'm Beastie
Walking around late at night
See the things in my sight

Ri-ri-right now
Bad enough
 

To All the Girls

Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls
To all the French girls
To all the Oriental girls
Chinese
Japanese
To all the Swiss girls
To the Italian women
To the upper east side mobiles
To all the Jamaican girls
And to the topless dancers
Australian
And Brazilian
To the southern belles
To the Puerto Rican girls
To the stewardesses flying around
 

3-Minute Rule

I stay up all night, I go to sleep watchin' Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I'm so rope, they call me Mr. Roper
When the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool coper
On the mic I score, just like the Yankees
Get over on Ms. Crabtree, like my main man Spankee
Excuse me young lady, I don't mean to trouble ya
But you're looking so fly inside your BMW
I got lucky, I brought home the kitten
Before I got busy, I slipped on the mitten
Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding
Jump the turnstile, never pay the toll
Doo wa diddy and busted with the pre-roll
Customs jailed me over an herb seed
Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
I'm outta your back door, I'm into another
Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
Not perfect grammar, always perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds

Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at your neck, so what the fuck you gonna do?
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music, and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know why a you see H
I'm takin' all emcees out in the place
Takin' life as it comes, no fool am I
I'm goin' off, gettin' paid, and I don't ask why
Playin' beats on my box, makin' music for the many
Know a lot of def girls that'll do anything
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan
Yeah, I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
People come up to me and they try to talk shit, man
I was making records when you were sucking your mother's dick

Girl, you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes
You got fancy things, they're going up your nose
You gettin' fancy gifts from expensive men
You're a dog on a leash, like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection, getting girl's affection
If your life needs correction, don't follow my direction
You got your 8 by 10, your agent, your Harley
You be driving around Hollywood with yo, sorry Charlie
'Cause I'm running things like some mack motherfucker
You slipin', you slackin', 'cause you're a false fake sucker
You slip, you slack, you clock me, and you lack
While I'm reading 'On the Road' by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional
Are you experienced, little girl?
I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
'Cause I'm on your mind, it's hard to forget me
I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
So peace out, y'all, a PCP song out
Full throttle to the bottle and full, full clout
And I'm out

Wah...
 

Egg Man

Ahh, yeah
I looked out the window and seen his bald head
Ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg
Scoped him with my scopes, he had no hair
Launched that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
Put him in check correct with my egg gun
The egg, a symbol of life
Go inside your house and bust out your wife
I pulled out the jammy, he thought it was a joke
The trigger I pulled, his face, the yolk
Reached in his pocket, took all his cash
Left my man standing with an egg mustache
Suckers they come a dime a dozen
When I say dozen, you know what I'm talking about, boy

Yeah, that's right, I'm the Egg Man driving around
King of the town (yeah)
Always got my windows rolled down
Ready to throw
You know, I'm the Egg Man

Once upon a time
Egg Man...

Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg
He was playing the wall then he broke his leg
Tossed it out the window, three minutes hot
Hit the Rastaman, he said bloodclot
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
I egged the chicken, and then I ate his leg
Riding the trains in between cars
When I pull out the station you're gonna get yours
Drive by eggings plaguing L.A.
Yo, they just got my little cousin, ese
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray)
Comes from a chicken, not a bunny, dummy
People laugh, it's no joke
My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yolk
Now they got me in a cell but I don't care
It was then that I caught catching people out there

Up on the roof, in my car, up all night
I'm going through science like Dolemite
The mack who
I'm the Egg Man, taxi driver
I'm the Egg Man
Egg Man, Egg Man

We all dressed in black, we snuck up around the back
We began to attack, the eggs did crack on Haze's back
Sam I am, down with the program
Green eggs and ham, Yosemite Sam
Come Halloween, you know I come strapped
I throw it at a sucker K-pap
You made the mistake and judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
Woke up in the morning, peculiar feeling
Looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
Families, punk rocks, the businessman
I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand
Not like the crack that you put in a pipe
But crack on your forehead, here's a towel, now wipe

Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man
Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man
Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man...

Egg Man...
 

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
 

High Plains Drifter

'Cause I'm a high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter
The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter
They can't catch me, never gonna find me
They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains drifter

Pulled over to the river to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8-track
I reached behind the seat to snatch a cool one from the pack
A long distance from my girl, and I'm talking on the cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said, Yeah, the hell you were
Check the rear view mirror, check the gold tooth display
Check the odometer, and I was on my way

Cause I'm the high plains drifter, the best that you can get
A strapped shoplifter, a pirate on cassette
Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
Don't step to me 'cause you're gonna get mushed

I'm doin' 120, plowing over mailboxes
Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
Spend another night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks, and then I
Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
I'm a kleptomaniac, K-Mart shoplifter
Cash flow getting low, so I had to pull a job
I found a nice place to visit, but a better place to rob
I left my car outside, and the engine still revvin'
Time to get busy (T.C.B.) at 7-Eleven
And then I went inside to make my withdrawal
I saw all that he had, but I had to take it all

Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price
So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
'Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O, cool like lemonade
I made my getaway and then I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen, a former movie star
Look in my rearview mirror, seen a police car
Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap
Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry, on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry
I'm seeing blue and red, flashing deep in the night
I got my alibi straight, and I pulled over to the right
The cop knocked on my window and said, Boy, where's the fire?
You've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
Outta the car, longhair
Your goose is cooked
Read me my rights, fingerprinted, and booked

Makin' like a D.T., driving a Grand Fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my home, and my past is kind of blurry
Every dog will have its day, and mine will be in front of a jury
I'm the high plains drifter, you know I'm never in a hurry

Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis
With his five o' clock shadow, he smelled of 3-day old beer
My man turned to me and said, Why are you here?
I said I'm charmin', I'm dashing, I'm rental car bashin'
I'm phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing
I went before the judge, he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D
He said, You behave or we'll throw away the key
Houdini'd out the cuffs, I kicked the screw in the knee
I took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
I had a good feeling, easy come, easy go
I bet on one horse to win and another just for show
And, sure enough, that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
And then I broke into my new car with a wire coathanger
Hot wired, hot wheeled, and Suzy is a headbanger
 

Johnny Ryall

One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

Oh, wine cooler


Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street, there ain't a damn thing funny
With the hand-me-down food, and the hand-me-down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
Better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks

Well...
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Kickin' uptown, kickin' downtown, kickin' crosstown
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall

He drinks where he lies, he's covered with flies
He's got the hand-me-down Pumas and the tie dyes
Well, you go upstate and get your head together
Thunderbird is the word, and you're light as a feather
Detox at the flop house, no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from (in Tennessee)
He lives in the street but he's no bum
He's a rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
He got a platinum voice, but only gold records
On the bass was boots and on the drums was checkers
Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar
Johnny Ryall
Who do you think you are?

Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Takin' the night train, takin' the O.E.
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall

One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three...


Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the men's shelter
Wonderbread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar, you know what it's for
Man, bottle after bottle, he always needs more
He's no less important than you working class stiffs
He drinks a lot of liquor, but he don't drink piss
He paid his dues playing the blues
He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
That's right, y'all, his name is
Johnny, kick it

Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall

Check the cooled wax!
 

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
 

The Sounds of Science

Now here we go dropping science, dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town, like when you're driving a Range Rover
Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters
Expanding the rhymes of sucker emcee amateurs
And Naugels, Isaac Newton, and Scientific E.Z.
Ben Franklin with the kite, gettin' over with the key
Now rock-shocking the mic as many times times the times tables
Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables
'Cause I've been d-dropping the n-new science
And I've been k-kicking the new k-knowledge
An emcee to a degree that you can't get in college
Now the dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat
I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet
Shea Stadium, the radium, E-M-D squared
Kicked out of the Palladium, you think that I cared
It's the sound of science
The sounds of science
Science

Rope a dope
The newest in new (Right up to your face and dis you)
Waxin' and milkin'
All of y'all square heads

Time and money for girls covered with honey
You lie and aspire to be as cunning
Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size, D cup
Order the quarter deluxe, why don't you wake up?
My mind is kinda flowin' like an oil projector
Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector
Went berserk and worked and exploded
She woke up in the morning and her face was coated
Buddy, you study the man on the mic
D, do what you like
Well, drunk a skunk am I from the celebration
To peep that freak unique penetration
Well, I figured out who makes the crack
It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets
A professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it
I smell weak 'cause y'all keep poppin' it
And people always asking what's the phenomenon
Yo, what's up?
Yo, what's goin' on?
No one really knows what I'm talking about
Yeah, that's right, my name's Yauch

Ponce De Leon constantly on
The fountain of youth, not Robotron
Peace is a word I've heard before
So move and move and move upon the dance floor
'Cause I'm gonna die, gonna die one day
Cause I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way
Not like a roach or a piece of toast
I'm goin' out first class, ain't goin' out coach
Rock my Adidas, never rock Fila
I do not sniff the coke, I only smoke the sinsemilla
Well, with my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope
What I live I write and that is strictly rope
I've got science for any occasion
Postulating theorems, formulating equations
Well, Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard
Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy

Droppin' science like Galileo dropped the orange
 

5-Piece Chicken Dinner

Jeb, get away from the bar-b-que, man
Don, get the hell away from that thing
Dunce, give me a kiss
Won't you come and give me a kiss?
 

Car Thief

Some static started in the pool hall
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
Then I met this girl, she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the booty with a plank, B
'Cause me and my crew were out breaking windows
The bingo, the lotto, you know I'll never win those
Possession is half the law
I had my routines before all y'all
Your whole life is coming apart at the seams
You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines
See I'm a city slicker, I ain't no townie
Right now I wish I had another hash brownie
Like Ricky always said, you've got to toke and pass
Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfucking ass
You try to take what isn't yours, like a goddamn rat
See I, personally, I wouldn't even wanna go out like that

I'm a writer, a poet, a genius, I know it
I don't buy cheeba, I grow it (I'm a farmer)
People always trying to get next to me
I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy
I smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer
Because I had to deal with a money-hungry miser
Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush
You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke mirror
My girl asked for some, but I pretended not to hear her
You can't deny me, you always want to try me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy, throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast
Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House, pulling their peters
Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street
The only cop with a rope chain with the walking the beat
So like a sneaky pouch time bomb ticking
Like the beat to my rhyme just kicking
Space cake cookies, I discover who I am
I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
Five-O caught me, now I'm going to the mountains
Said goodbye to my girl, my lawyers, and accountants
My mind is kinda' rhyming, and I think I ought to think
So I'm rocking all the rhymes, and I'll have another drink
So the lights are flashing, my mind is spinning
I feel like it is always the beginning of another rhyme
I'm rapping, emceeing, I rock
You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped
 

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
 

What Comes Around

Overripe, fresh-skeezed, California females
With 3-inch, cherry red, press-on Lee nails
Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking
Like a garbage bag full overflowing, please now it's leaking
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair
So I can climb up and get into your underwear
Rat soup eating, test cheating, no business punk
You're insecure, born in the junkyard with the junk
You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head
You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head
You're all mixed up, like pasta primavera
Yo, why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera, man?
'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor
Yo, get that money out of your ass, you whore
Well, I brought her upstairs onto the roof
I dogged your wife, and she is a doofus

So what goes around comes around
And what goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
And what comes around goes around (goes around)
Chosen bound
Fully down
Feeling down
Yo, Holmes, your nose is brown

Clean B, cleaning the G spot, you know that we've got
The Dolemite's house and you have not
Look out my window, look over the city
With two black eyes, your girl ain't that pretty
Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat?
Why you wanna treat your girl like that?
Living in the rat race, smoking rat weed
Well, you reap what you sow when you plant the seed
Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto
Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto

What goes around comes around
And what goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
And what comes around goes around
What goes around comes around
And what goes around inevitability
Comes around, what?
And what goes around comes around
What goes around, you know, it comes around
What?
Check it, check it
Check it, what, what, what, what
Funky damn, a funky Pam, Pam, Pam, Pam
Bam, bam, bam
FD in the house, y'all
Funky, funky, funky, funky, f-funky
Bam, bam, bam, bam
FD
Funky, funky, FD, funky, funky
Fuck it
Ah, everybody, funky Pam
Bam, bam, bam, slam, Alabama
And kick it, Al-a-fucking-bama
I slam a saki hammer
And chilling
Funky
Like penicillin
Funky
Like panasaursas
Funky
Doris the Fink-a-saursas
Ha, he, ha, ha, ha
 

Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age and 22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm goin' off in a rage
'Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
Three on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad
You bought the coins on the street (Holmes), and you know you got had
Because it's all high spirit, you know you gotta hear it
Don't touch the mic, baby, don't come near it
It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you
It's gonna get you, girl, it's gonna get you

Looking down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a bitch
Getting paid, getting rich

Ultra-violence be running through my head
Cold medina, y'all, makin' me see red
Rapid fire Louie, like Rambo got bullets
I'm a die harder, like my kid Bruce Willis
I love girlies, waxin' and milkin'
Coordinating chimp is my man Dave Scilken (Smokie)
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger, like the Son of Sam I am
Like Clockwork Orange, goin' off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well, I'm mad at my desk, and I'd be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless chicken chasin', a sucker freebasing
You're looking for a fist to put your face in
Well, get hip, get hip, don't slip, you knuckleheads
Racism is schism on a serious tip
 

Ask for Janice

The best in men's clothing
Call Paul's Boutique, ask for Janice
The number is, ah, 718-498-1043
That's Paul's Boutique, and they're in Brooklyn
 

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
 

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
 

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)
 

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
 

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
 

Finger Lickin' Good

It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all

Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh


Well, Mike D, what's up?
Yo, Yauch, what up?
Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin' onion
I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyon's
I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm gettin' souped up
It's time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper, the news with Ernie Anastos
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
See, I've got more spice than the Frugal Gourmet

It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all

Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh


Well, Mike D (huh), what you got for me?
Show these good people what it means to be D
Well, they call me Mike D with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a yes man
With a point to make you're bound to take a stand
'Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
I've got every type of flavor style that will suit ya
You know the bass is real fat, because it's gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the high hat

Finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
A finger lickin', a lickin', lickin' good, y'all

Yo, Yauch, what up?
Mike D, what's up?
Come on, Yauch, let's tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab ahold of your attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep I'll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and bustin' some treats and
Sporting the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm lacking from the macking I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution
Well, I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff

I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough

Whipped-whipped-whipped cream
Whipped-whipped-whipped cream


We're gonna be out of her in a minute
So this one goes out to my man Mario C
My brother Adrock cuttin' it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin' good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is finger lickin' good, y'all
 

Funky Boss

Whoa...

Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Get off my back!
Forget it
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Get off my back!

I can go away until you know when...

Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Get off my back!
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky bald ass boss

Yea, that's right, fuck it ya'll, fuck this

'Cause everywhere is gonna be nowhere...
 

Lighten Up

Lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up
Shine like the sun

Lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up
Shine like the sun
 

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
 

The Blue Nun

Our evening began in Peter Sichel's comfortable study
In his New York townhouse, where the candle light was just right,
The hifi was in the background, and the wine was delicious.

What's the secret, Peter?

Naturally, I'll say it's the wine.

Mmm, it does go well with the chicken.

Delicious again, Peter.
 

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
 

Groove Holmes

(Instrumental)
 

Pow

(Hurricane vocals from the live version)

Its my second time around so get a grip
Dont slip as i flip and rip it up cover up here comes a uppercut
Dead to the stomach your vomit
Make you sit down and read a comic
Cause your making me laugh
So fell the raft
Stay out of my path
And that aint even the half
Cause I'm kool as Shaft.
Take you up to another level
Give you a shovel cause your living with the devil
I'm a rebel without a pause
Getting in them draws.
Settling old scores ill snap ya neck
And break your jaw and that's because
I get stupid off a drum loop played by a dope group
Thats what i got to do to tell you the scoop
MCA play the bass Adrock a play the guitar
Cane a grab the mic and keep it up to par.
You get stupid you get dumb
We keep it all fun one by one
And have fun don't pull a gun
So that's whats up huh and listen to mike d kick it on the drum....
POW
 

Stand Together

I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life, I've got just me to be true to
When I find that I don't know about just what to do
I turn and look within to see what I should do
Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip
A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit
So I ask creation for rhymes for this jam
Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand

Love vibe, love vibe, love vibe, love vibe
Love vibe, love vibe, love vibe, love vibe


Yeah, as the earth spins into a brand new day
I see the light on the horizon's not fading away
Gonna shine from within, like a bright white sun
No need to hide and no place to run
Got the vibrations of the music bringing light to your mind
So you can move and groove, and feel the beat of the time
Sense the power in the air as it starts to move
You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose

Love vibe
Contemplation time
Love vibe
Intuition time
Love vibe
Evolution time
Love vibe
Resolution time

Free your mind, it's time for good times
And let yourself move, it's a time to shine
Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside
Breaking fool with no need to hide
I got the music cuttin' through me
Takin' control of my soul
I can't hold back, I've got to let go

Stand together (people come together now)
It's about time (we've got to get together now)
Stand together (people come together now)
I said it's about time (we've got to get together now), come on
Stand together (people come together now)
I said it's about time (we've got to get together, y'all)

I think we should stand together
 

Live at PJ's

Right now, it's showtime at PJ's!
How about a great big round of applause?

I almost blew it


Check this out
Thanks for comin' down tonight
It's nice to see all you guys back here, all you gals
Alright, we're going to pick this one up now
We're gonna get into it now

Well, back to the, back to the beat, y'all
Down with the sound so sweet, y'all
Just how fresh can you get, y'all
Those that are blessed say yes, y'all
I'm-a come inside and do my thing
I'm gonna take off my drawers and I'm gonna let myself swing
Tantalize my tummy with a boo-boo snack
But now I got to get back

Yeah, ohhh
This one's for you and you and you

Gonna break it down to the nitty grit
I'm gonna tell you motherfuckers why you ain't shit
'Cause suckers like you just make me strong
You been pumpin' that bullshit all day long

I'm gonna bust my shoes, I'm gonna bust my socks
I'm gonna spread my word from standing on this box
This drivethrough world, it just ain't right
Gonna run to Joe and Tony's, and get my hair cut nice
Yeah, get real nice, y'all

Well, come on, y'all, just come on, y'all, and just
Work, work, work, work it out, y'all
I'm trying to get up, so don't you get me down
Life, I love you, now give me a pound
Up from the frying pan into the fire
Look within and try to admire
Yeah, what's going on

Ahh, yeah
Give me little clap, a soul clap
And I'm-a get my shit together, boy
Ahh, yeah
Gonna, gonna, gonna, ahh, yeah
Gonna get it together
Everybody, gonna get it together
Can ya, can ya hear me one time
For your mind, ahh, yeah

Okay, that's the end of it for tonight, folks
It's good to hear you all out there
Come back next week, have some sheets for ya
Remember on your way home
If you're driving, don't drink
And if you drink, don't drive

Yeah, alright
 

The Maestro

Yo, Paul, this is Al. You can kiss my ass.
I ain't interested in you anyhow. I'm just interested in the B-Boys.
So fuck you, my man.


Yeaaaah, yeah...

Who is it?

Who is the man comin' down your block?
It's me you see with the funk in my walk
'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to
Today is my day, and I'ma get nice too
You gotta keep movin', and you can't say nothing
I'ma keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin'
One thing you ought to know
Well, I am the maestro

Yeah, you motherfuckers, I'm all that
I see you lookin' at me sayin'
How can he be so skinny and live so phat?
You know why, 'cause I'm the maestro
Yeah, you know and I'm
Movin' on my wheels
You got that?


I feel like Rufus Thomas, the crown prince of dance
I'm Mike D, and I'm known for romance
I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side
And I'm riding down the block, like I'm on a water slide
'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck
'Cause I got nothing to lose, 'cause I don't give a fuck
See I'm a player, I play
Don't play to win, I play to show
Yeah, I am the maestro!

Ahh, yeah, I need a little bit of cooperation right 'bout now
I like to find out who's favorite detective it is
Is it Mannix?
Barnaby Jones
Sombody say Columbo?
Mickey Mahoney
Clancy Claranin
Barnaby Jones
I said that already

Yeah, that's right, y'all
You know I got my own shit
See, this ain't America's Most Wanted
This is America's Most Mackin'
That's right, all the people are callin' my pit
When I get on there is no stoppin'

Who is it?

Who is the man, who is the man, who is the man?
Who is the man, who is the man, who is the man?
Who is the man, who is the man?


Who is the man?
Who's that?
The maestro
Who is the man?
What? The maestro!
Give it, give it
The maestro
Give it up
The maestro
All three cheers for the maestro!
 

Dr Lee PhD

Jungle-jungle, Merlin Production Company
Black Ark International Branch presents
Coffin going around, have you seen Mister Brown?
Coffin going around, going around the town
Have you seen Mister Brown?
Whispering voices, whispering voices
Whispering voices, have you seen Mister Brown?
They who want to control always lose control
They who wants everything always lose everything
Coffin going around, have you seen Mister Brown in town?
Have you seen Mister Brown?

They who want total control always lose control
Some always lose their soul for silver and gold
Silver and gold are by none
Was in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth
Rise up and walk, rise up and walk
Rise up and walk, rise up and walk
A weepin' time, weepin' time, and reapin' time
Weepin' time and creepin' time
Reap what you sow
Rockin' comin' from the weepin' mind
And all that I reap is mine
So you cannot reap what is mine
Say

Was in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth
Black ganja cigarette
Kindly weed and ganja marijuana lung's breath
Rise up and walk, rise up and clap
Rise up and hap, rise up and lift up your cap
Lift up your cap, and rise up and hap
Do the thunder clap, great ball of fire on the sky
And reap your time, weep your mind
Weepin' time, reapin' time, harvest-harvest time
You reap what you sow, I reap what I sow

Coffin going around, have you seen Mister Clown?
He used to call himself Mister Brown, and king sat down
He no longer miss the town
He not know that I miss the crown and missed the ground
What's comin' up from under ground, we'll weep in time

I.N.R.I. Production that takes over France
With voo-doo dance and science arts
Science machine and science dream
This is a living dream from the Beastly Brothers
And the Beastly Boys with their beastly toys
To give you some beastly joys
So put on your beastly drawers
And show me a beastly pose
Hahahaha...
 

Mark on the Bus

Good morning
Time to get up and go to work

I ride on the bus into the city every day
I sit on my seat and I dream myself away
I dream I'm on an island with that foxy lady too
But when I awaken, I must be mistaken, I'm on Third Avenue
Won't you take me away and take away me
Won't you take me away and take away me
Yeaaah
Alright, get off the bus

You're wild, man, wild.
That's insane, you're stupid. You should sleep late, man. It's just much easier on your constitution.
 

Just a Test

It's like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past
It's like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn
Used over and over till they were tired and torn
Well, like a broken clock that can't tell time
Ah, like a thick-ass book that's filled with wack rhymes
Just like a scorching blaze that burned the sand
Ah, like a band that planned and planned and planned
And flew down like a raven in the dark of night
And snatched up the worm helpless to fight
And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check
One-two, one-two, this is just a test
One-two, one-two, this is just a test
One-two, one-two, this is just a test

It's like sand in one hand you can't hold for long
Well, like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong
It's like fudge and caramel, they're not the same
And it's a shame all you talk is game
You act like a diamond waiting to be set
In a gold ring, as if I bet
As time goes by, in this give and take
As long as I learn, I will make mistakes
Now what do I want, What do I need
Why do I want it, What's in it for me
It's the imagery of technology
Is what you get is what you see
Don't worry your mind
When you give it your best
One-two, one-two, this is just a test
One-two, one-two, this is just a test
One-two, one-two, this is just a test

Come on-come on, come on-come on
Come on-come on, come on-come on
Come on-come on, come on-come on
Come on-come on, come on-come on
 

Namaste

Yeah, a butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day
As I feel this reality gently fade away
Riding on a thought to see where it's from
Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come
Smoke paints the air
Swirling images through my mind
Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind
And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting
As time slips by
Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky
And I sit
And I think to myself
And on the horizon, the sun light begins to climb
And it seems like it's been so long since he shined
But I'm sure it was only yesterday

A cold chill of fear cut through me
I felt my heart contract
To my mind I brought the image of light
And I expanded out of it
My fear was just a shadow
And then avoice spoke in my head
And she said dark is not the opposite of light
It's the absence of light
And I thought to myself
She knows what she's talking about
And for a moment I know
What it was all about
 

In 3's

One, two, three, four...

(Instrumental)
 

Professor Booty

Yo, I don't hang out with those guys.
Man, I ain't got nothin' to do with those dudes.

Wait a minute, I saw your female with 'em too. What's up with her?
I've been hearin' that she been givin' that stuff out to all them graffiti guys.

Yo, shut the fuck up, Chico man!

I could paint three of those murals for some of that ass.

Professor, what's another word for "pirate treasure"?

Well, I think it's "booty." Booty, booty, that's what it is.


Yes, I got more bounce than the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know why
Because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket, just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live, y'all
A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that is back again
So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, you'll get shocked

Well, I think it's booty, booty, booty

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me has always been music
We've got our own studio, the son of the G
It's no question, life's been good to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies of expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made Ben Davis quality, it's no junk, see
My chrome is shining just like an icicle
I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle

Do you know, but you're telling me, to do it

Booty, booty, booty
Oh, baby, that's the way it is


So many wack emcees, you get the TV bozack
Ain't even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
But one big oaf whose faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move your fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped you're rockin' rewind pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like the pencil to the paper, I got more to come
One after another, you can all get some
So you better take your time and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're fronting it all
 

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
 

The Move

Yo...yo...yo...he-hello...he-hello...yo...hello
He-hello...he-hello...yo...hello
He-hello...he-hello...yo...


Time, time, time, time
It's times like this when I just can't stop
Can't wind your body without the body rock
Got schemes, schematics, blue prints on file
You got to have dreams to make it all worthwhile
So as I take my time and realign
I wonder what it is I hope to find
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But I'm intercontinental when I eat French toast
Adrock--woo!--with the New Edition
Gettin' on down for the year 2000
A slight distraction can get you paid
And when it comes to that type shit, I paved the way

BBoys to the early morn
BGirls be rockin' on and on
BGirls to the break of dawn
BBoys be rockin' on and on

Hey...hey

Dogs love me 'cause I'm crazy sniffable
I bet you never knew, I got the ill peripheral
In your home, I'm cloned, I'm on your headphones
I love it when you spazz out all alone
'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key
I'm unlockable so don't check me
I got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind
The sky is falling and I'm fallin' behind
So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain
Insane mind games move quick like flames
So now I wonder how sometimes you never know
Who be rockin y'all in stere-ereo
In stere-ereo, in stere-ereo, in stereo

Ladies and gentlemen
A no time like the present to work shit out
That's what we're going on and on and on about
I'm not fakin' just makin' beats in the Dungeon
Keep that shit funky 'cause the odor is pungent
No shame in my game, just par for the path
I try to hone my craft because at hands the task
But I find I'm not playing with a full deck
I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec
All I want to know is when is checkout time
So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme
And when I'm with my man Shadi Rock at the gates
We'll be rockin' rhythms over disco breaks

BBoys to the early morn
BGirls be rockin' on and on
BGirls to the break of dawn
BBoys be rockin' on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on...

Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenํa muchas tierras, un castillo y tambi้n un amor
Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenํa muchas tierras, un castillo y tambi้n un amor
Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenํa muchas tierras, un castillo y tambi้n un amor
Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenํa muchas tierras, un castillo y tambi้n un amor
 

Super Disco Breakin'

Well, it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of, break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party people
'Cause when we're gettin' down, we are all equal
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously

I like pins and needles and words that sting
At the blink of an eye, I will do my thing
It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins
I like diggin' down deep in the record bins
Well, everybody gettin' down, make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite like an 8-0-8

Money-Makin', Money-Money-Makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money-Makin', Money-Money-Makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'

Uh-huh...alright

Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Holland, I eat the pannenkoeken
The worm is the spice, you bring the sauce
You can kiss my ass, you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
Well, I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door
Well, with these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
Shouts to my peeps, let me know if you feel somethin'
'Cause I can give you all you need
A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit
And if you got a new rhyme, I'll just say so

Money-Makin', Money-Money-Makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money-Makin', Money-Money-Makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'

Is Manhattan in the house?
Uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh
Is Manhattan in the house?
m Uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh M-M-Manhattan...M-M-Manhattan...M-M-Manhattan...Manhattan

 

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
 

Heart Attack Man

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

Okay, okay, let's take it from here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
 

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
 

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
 

Song for Junior

Thank you very much

I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you
By you, by you, by you, by you

By you, by you...
 

Instant Death

And what do you do when
Your man kills himself and
How do I make friends now?

And where is my mom?
I need to show her that
She taught me

And please let me
Die an instant death
 

Flute Loop

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


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

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

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

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

Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation


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

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

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

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

Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation
 

Electrify

Electrify, ele-electrify, electrify
Electrify, ele-electrify, electrify
Electrify, ele-electrify


Words coming forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack
Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane
I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games
People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound
But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found
It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle
It's just the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles
Scandelescent in the means, I have dreamed on the schemes
Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes
So can I get a witness to testify?
Open your eyes, realize, electrify

Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify
Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify
Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify
Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify


So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes
It's times like these, I'll just go with the decisions of the masses
And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways
To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today
With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong
Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs
It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed
A set back ain't all that much problem to invade
So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night
I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight
But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames
Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed
Can I get a witness to testify?
Open your eyes, realize, electrify

Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify
Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify
Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify
Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify
 

Futterman's Rule

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


(Instrumental)
 

Ricky's Theme

(Instrumental)
 

Shambala

(Instrumental)
 

Eugene's Lament

(Instrumental)
 

Sneakin' Out the Hospital

Go by the name of the King Adrock (rock)
Super educated, I'm smarter than Spock (Spock)
Everytime you hear me, you will agree
Ain't no brother like the K-I-D
You know what I mean? Yup, yeah
I'm tellin' you with the echo...I'm tellin' you

H-h-help me...ooh
 

Can't, Won't and Don't Stop

That's right, comin' to ya all day and all night
They are--I don't have to mention them 'cause they're superstars
We gonna do a little something like this
Aaaahh!

Dear Alex and Marilyn
They're Lovey and Thurston Howellin'
The grasshopper unit is prowlin'
And Rufus is back home growlin'
For all of y'all that be dozin'
On Hornblower's lederhosen
Like Walt Disney, he'll be frozen
And then the Swiss Hall of Fame, he goes in
'Cause when he's out in space carousin'
Pick up my mic and start joustin'
My name plate medallion
Says never trust a Hal 9000

Well, can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm
'Cause I get down, 'cause I get down
'Cause I get down, get down, get down, get down, get down

Check the horizontal hold and check the tint
Are these three fools back at it again?
Inspector Clouseau and Derek Flint
Nothin' but sparks ignitin'
Check two, one-two, mic testin'
This one goes out to Dechen
Rise fallen fighters take your stance again
Don't think too much about the color of skin
Order in vegetarian sharks fin
Try to keep my life nonviolent
Mario, rewind the tape and punch 'em in
Like Chuck D with the where you never been, I'm in

Well, can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm
'Cause I get down, 'cause I get down
Can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm
'Cause I get down, 'cause I get down

I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep moving, movin' on

Oh, my-my, I'm really not feelin' it
Oh, my-my, something's really wrong
Oh, my-my, I'm really not feelin' it
Oh, my-my, something's really wrong

The p.a. sound is deafenin'
Bitin' MCs I'm oustin'
With spinach in your teeth, you're grinnin'
So on your way out, please take a mint
Got the studio to throw a craze in
Those basslines Yauch just lays in
This song is the grass you're grazin'
Just add a little flange and phase in
Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin'
I'm off the hook, don't bother dialin'
They're gonna put me in the b-i-n
And if I die, notify the next of kin

It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all

Can't, won't, don't stop, can't, won't, don't stop
Can't, won't, don't stop, can't, won't, don't stop

Movin' on

Fresh!

The Biz Grasshopper Experiment

There was no rhyme at the beginning there, right?
Ahh, yeah, I'm just gonna bring them in, like an introduction
I gotcha
I gotcha, Super Mario
Mario, Mariooo

Ahh, right y'all
Comin' to you with full force
Yeah, all night on the sauce
Well, we're gonna do a little something like this

Never trust a Hal 9000
When it comes to fire, I'm dousing
Pick up your mic and start joustin'
Praying Mantis style, not Shaolin

I don't want the capers, I'm prowlin'
But they're in vegetarian sharks fin

Them chrome domes in a tailspin
'Cause I don't drink scotch and I don't drink gin

When it comes to books with rhymes within
Packed like sardines in the tin
Tight ass bodies, I'm rousting
Karate chops and roundhouses

Uh-oh, that was Mario's fault
 

Sabrosa

(Instrumental)
 

Tough Guy

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

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

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

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

Picture This

Listen

Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still
The cars pass by outside
Nowhere left to hide

Picture this now crystal clear
Nothing left to hold her here
And creeping up meanwhile
Traces of a smile

Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still
The cars pass by outside
If I could fly
Open wide to see if I could fly

Something on the windowsill
Something on the windowsill
 

Dedication

I want to take this minute to introduce you to my people

This one is for Sao Paulo
This one's for Baytown
To Sac-Town, the whole Bay Area and all galaxies
Bangkok
This goes out to, to Albee Square Mall
This one's for Ondo
Bombay
Espana
Upper Tasmania
Scandinavia
To all the people in the Dead Sea
This one's for Newcastle, where Venom come from
Kyoto
This one's for Gloucester, Massachusetts
New Dehli
Italia
Bejing
The Takei Brothers
Cairo
Miami
Xenon
14th Street
 

I Don't Know

What's pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of my sight
Is not what I find when I reach into the light
I have lost my mind

I'm walking through time
Deluded as the next guy
Pretending and hoping to find
That distant peace of mind

I don't know
Who does know?
There is no
Where to go

It's not so simple as I try to wish
But then again what is?
There is no other worthy quest
So on I go

I don't know
Who does know?
There is no
Where to go

I don't know
Who does know?
Where to go

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

Transitions

(Instrumental)
 

AWOL

DJ Hurricane
When Mike D's in the house, what you gonna do?
I go AWOL
Adrock's in the house, what you gonna do?
I go AWOL
When MCA's in the house, what you gonna do?
I go AWOL
When Hurricane's in the house, what you gonna do?
He goes AWOL
Cey City in the house, what you gonna do?
Home-one, what you gonna do?
Got Busy in the house, what you gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, what you gonna do?
Mike G in the house, what you gonna do?
Lou Gains in the house, what you gonna do?
Hollis Crew, what you gonna do?
John Mish in the house, what you gonna do?
Killa Cutty in the house, what you gonna do?
Jazzy J in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Richard Consen's in the house
Yo, good night, Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls, all the girls...

You liked it, some of it's...
 

59 Chrystie Street

Aww, aww
There's a girl over there
Aww, aww, yeah, aww, aww, aww, yeah
With long brown hair
Aww, yeah, aww, yeah
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face
Took off her shirt (fresh, fresh)
Took off her bra
Took off her pants (fresh)
You know what I saw
A wick, wick, wack
Ah-ha!
 

A Year and a Day

MC for what I am and do
The A is for Adam, and the lyrics true

So as I pray and hope, and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to emcee
And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I take center stage
The lights set low, and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd, and the ed is special
For I am the bard, and I am the last one
I am the king, and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now, but vidi those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead, and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing
I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnings when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the b-boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to thee
I prefer the dreams to reality
I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn, to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day
Come what may

I'm fishing with my boat, and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane
Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised, and I see myself as clear as day
And I'm going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though somebody, somewhere, is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave

He goes by the name of the D-D-D-Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
 

Dropping Names

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slipping through his fingers as she's moving out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well, if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
Well, then you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
A nickname Shamrock, well, my name is not Seamus
Girlies on the tippy because my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houlihee, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak, man, you know I'd be lying
Well, suckers try to bite, yeah, then try to pursue it
Yeah, explain to a musician, them knew it but them can't do
 

Flowin' Prose

I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
To the interconnectedness that underlies
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being
Over and over, I fall, I learned to walk from a crawl
It's not sad, it's just the way and the purpose of it all

Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt
Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt
I steal feels from reels, but I pay my respects
Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects
Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine
Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings
I give in and I win, I try to never complain
Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage
But I'll remain sane, making gain without pain
Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live
I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live
I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live

So like a cloud carries rain, I'm gonna carry my rhyme
Coming like thunder with lightening timing
No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans
Ferment time like wine, no ploys or scams
Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas
Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas
Woke up this morning right out of a dream
Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme
What can I do with these bones and flesh?
With these animated thoughts in a world repressed?
I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change
I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose
I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvey, and King
His Holiness and all enlightened beings
I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone
I'll be the one who brings it inside your home
But the words ain't mine, I just pass 'em along
For Betty Williams and her friends, I sing this song
And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes
And more crimes are committed as I say these lines

Youth enough, we put down the gun
 

Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn!
New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know, I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my goldfinger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the handgun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep, keepin' on, I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbor
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the three-pack bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the three-pack bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get the answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M-O-N-E-Y the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy, but I don't got the permit (you know why)
You got a boyfriend, and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn just to watch him die
 

Get on the Mic

One, two...
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song
Out to my main homie, Mike D
Alright, let's kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic, g-get on the mic
Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are rope, an emcee you must listen to
People say that they been missing me and missing you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
Well, you say fuck that, yo, Holmes, fuck this
I'm the King AdWhammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science and another half soul
Nickname Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic, just get on the mic
G-get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike
Well, Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies, get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike, my stromy, don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever
 

Lay It on Me

Uh, funky baby
Lay it on me now
Not so hard, man


Yo, I've got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots (Lay it on me now)
More updated on the hip-hop lingo (Not so hard, man)
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man, you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte (Lay it on me now)
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the lover man
Well, your face turns red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time (Lay it on me now)
Girl, you should be with me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter your muffin, I'm not bluffing
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffing
And what it
Stuffing, stuffing
Stuffing, buddy
 

Stop That Train

It's 4:00 am, I've got the Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, so I'm pissing on the third rail
Groggy-eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D train ride, Coney Island (this one is) vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle, I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy, yo, put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D train

Stop that train, I want to get off

Check it
Trench coat, wing tip, going to work
And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket, gangsters, paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernhard Goetz
Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
Now you're stuck between the stations, and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A fifty dollar fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise, the Lees, I creased
Hot cup of coffee, and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner, where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog from who? George Drakoulias
 

Mike on the Mic

Here's another one for y'all to peep
It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C
See

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way, then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach, then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like I'm Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me, then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it

It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it
 

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
 

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
 

The Scoop

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is rough and tough
 

The Update

Children of the earth!

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

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

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

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

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Revelation

 

Unite

Geesh!
Yeah, all the time
New school, old school (a'ight!)
Keep it on and on

Uhh, yeah

Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique, so you know me well
We be kickin' bass, all up in your face
And when it comes to beats, well, I'm the rhythm ace

Now if you check my pulse, it beats Skull Snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye?
I gots to do my thing and that's no lie

Well, ice is cold and fire is hot
And when it comes to competition, we've got them locked
U-N-I-T-E
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe

One can wonder why, but can't deny
If we could work it out, it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me, party people, what's your zodiac sign?

Breakdancers of the world, unite!

Oh shit...yeah

Bboys of the world, unite!

Well wicked

I went inside the deli, and my man's like what?
I write the songs that make the whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So, ssshhh, we keep it raw on the set

Automation, circulation
Well, this is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks, and it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane?

Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath, then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass, you best use soap

Now people of the world, you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm coming down with the boogaloo flu
Explain to me really what doctors must do

Ravers of the world, unite!

Come on now

We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes, best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down

I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak
Technics 1200's, I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
I wear permanent press so I'm always creased

Mike D with the rump shakin' action
Do it like this for the intergalaction
Asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio, so you know I'm very sexual

Shout outs to Rach and my brother Matthew
In Money-Makin', it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibules
In the next millennium, I'll still be old school

High roller, big baller
I call 'em crullers but you know they're called crawlers
I keep it movin' to the broad daylight
Bgirls of the world, unite! (a'ight!)

Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on

Hahahaha...
Ah, with the rump shakin' action
 

Son Of Neckbone

(Instrumental)
 

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 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
 

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
 

Drinkin' Wine

(Instrumental)
 

Do It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got the funk
We got the funk
 

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
 

Long Burn the Fire

This is it y'all, some nasty shits for ya

Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the goblins in Troll 2
'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzazz
You're stealing my book like I was Grandmaster Caz
Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics
Rhyme about expectorants, y'all don't see it
Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme
Burn like fire when I step on the scene
I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head
I've got tiger's claws that'll scratch you dead
I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above
Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough
So step back and check yourself
This MC's got weapons that'll ruin your health
So if you're feeling strong, then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my mic is my sword, sword, sword...

Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free

Now it's Adrock rappin', I'm back again
Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and that's wack, my friend
I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin'
I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin'
I burn you to a crisp, sucker, back up off the toaster
I make you sick like at Kenny Rogers Roaster
See this rap thing is all about the braggadocio
I check my rear view, MCs ain't gettin' closer
People think I'm slow 'cause I'm just I'm underchallenged
See me, you're like, "Man, that's remarkable talent"
Live 'round the clock like Disco Donut
I'm like a tailor 'cause I got the thing sewn up
Or a proctologist, I move asses
Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses
Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants
You heard me rap and now watch me dance

Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free

Save the date for when they hoist our number to the rafters
Above the haters, you can hear our laughter
Like Willis Reed or Elton John
We done been in the game and our game's still on
It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation
Just holding it down like the gravitation
To all the heads that said, "No can do"
Adrock's in the bath filled with chocolate fondue
Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini
Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini
"Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?"
Running wild like rats in the Taco Bell
On the mic I spit, the match it's lit
Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt
Making music for librarians to burly jocks
The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks
 

Bobo on the Corner

(Instrumental)
 

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
 

Resolution Time

Actin' like the last generation on earth
You're gonna fuck up a place for new birth
You're cutting the last of the forests on the planet
Only a few hundred years since Columbus landed
Well it's due time that we look and pay attention
As the windows who knows show the knowledge with us
'Cause it's the one that we prayed for, from on the earth
I give the wisdom to folks, you know whole worth
In these great times we still neglect
When they invent this land, don't give the due respect
'Cause the FBI and the CIA
The whole federal government, the FDA
Well, the system doesn't work and it must be changed
And there's more people in the pen everyday
So I visualize resolution
Yo, everyday is in a state of evolution


Evolution time
Evolution time
Revolution time
Revolution time
Revelation time
Revelation time
Resolution time
Resolution

We come a long way with the peace in the East
But on the home front, they're wild in the streets
As it gets got hear a changing in same
And this is the Millennium still felt today
I hear the same stories time after time
The stories of fear, through violent crimes
Committed by hatred by satient beings
Who shall loose by kindness and it's plain to see
Now we don't have to stand for this oppression any longer
If we stand together, there's nothing stronger
We must interconnect it as though we sure have won
If we want to avoid planetary de
struction
So I work and I work because the hate in my mind
Has assumed the truth and I know I'll find
And I visualize resolution
See it all as a state of constant evolution


Evolution time
Evolution time
Revolution time
Revolution time
Revelation time
Revelation time
Resolution time
Resolution

The world leaders were terrified of loosing their pride
Their spoiled children tellin' little wack lies
Vanishing numbers of unimaginable destruction
Sure as we boast they're at their last production
Threatening and challenging nature against nation
Walkin' down the road of total annihilation
Sprouting threats is insecure
Guns are for the fighting and they're immature
And it all stems from self-important police
Thinking that we're better than our fellow human beings
So I wanna empower the limit I can
And pass it along so we can do pass the pan
Some times I sit and I watch my mind
Watchin' my thoughts as they reel and wind

And stop and visualize resolution
For everyday is in a state of evolution


Evolution time
Evolution time
Revolution time
Revolution time
Revelation time
Revelation time
Resolution time
Resolution
 

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
 

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
 

Drunken Praying Mantis Style

Ahh
Sad crew, sad crew
Hey, y'all, you see what they did to me?
There was two of these motherfuckers up here
I done took a picture with one already
You know what I sayin'? One was mine
So, where that Mike at?
Where that little bastard at? That little bastard that took that other one
Where you at?
Come her, man, come here, man, come here
I got seven motherfucking minutes so you gotta make this quick
See home-piss right here?
This is my man right here, word up
What you shame me for? What's wrong?
Nuttin' man
You alright?
High
You high?
Alright, fuck it then
I'm gonna join you with one in five minutes, a'ight

Enough talk, let's start fighting

What kind of nobility is that, huh?
If you wanna find out, try me, ha!

I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know

Ahh, yeah
Let me pass it to my man, Mudfoot
Hey, how you feel, Mudfoot?
I'm gonna lay some funky beats on you right now

Yeah, you can't front on that
That funky, am I right, MCA?
Ahh, ha, ha, ha....
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
 

Hail Sagan (Special K)

(strange sounds in the background)
"You don't stop"
"You don.."
 

Peanut Butter & Jelly

Wanna sing it with uncle Mike?
No
Yeah. Peanut butter and jelly
Peanut butter and jelly
*squeels*
No
Me eat it
*laughs*
Peanut, peanut butter and jelly
*babbles*
Peanut, peanut butter and jelly
Yeaahhh!
Yeah!
Hey. Hey, I wanna see my mommy
I want my mommy to come in here
*babbles*
Peanut, peanut butter and jelly
Yeah?
Yeaahhh
Peanut, peanut butter and jelly
My belly aches
Ohhh, belly aches
I'm, I'm not feeling it
 

You + Me Together

"C'mon"
"Let's try to negotiate"
"And let's try to negotiate"
"And let's try to negotiate"
"And let's try to negotiate"
"And let's try to negotiate"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try" "C'mon"
"And let's try" "C'mon"
"And let's try" "C'mon"
"And let's try" "C'mon"

"C'mon"

"To negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
"And let's try to negotiate" "C'mon"
 

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
 

Start!


If I ever ever see you - see you
If I ever ever see you - see you
If I ever ever see you - see you
Again

If I ever ever see you - see you
If I ever ever see you - see you
If I ever ever see you - see you
Again

And what you give is what you get
And what you give is what you get
And what you give is what you get
 

Big Shot

Well they were all impressed with your Halston dress
Yes people that you knew at Elaine's
Well the story of your latest success
Kept 'em so entertained

Well you had to be a big shot, didn't you
Had to turn the party out
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
Always got the piece of crowd

You had to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night, whoa

They were all impressed with your Halston dress
And the people that you knew at Elaine's
And the stories of your latest success
Kept 'em so entertained

Well I'm not sure what you said last night
No I'm not sure that you want to know
Well here's one hint honey
You sure did put on a show

Well you had to be a big shot, didn't you
Had to go and please the crowd
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
Always turned the party out
Had to have the front page, last night
Just to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
Had to have the front page, last night Oh


Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh Oh Oh Oh
 

Deal With It

Rob and Steal from the Health Food Store
The ideas you shout that are so hardcore
Screaming at the phone man collecting the change
Ideas discovered then rearranged

I won't say that life's a bitch and then you die
Because I will do my best to enjoy mine
You can't bring me down to a world of self pitty
Lot's of ways to deal with it

Gotta' deal with it
See deal with it
Deal with it

You do unto others like they're pieces of shit
A righteous man who's flipping the script
There's plenty of room for everyone at the table
So check yourself before you check the label

I won't live life being mad holding a grudge
It's not my place sitting back playing judge
Not enough time to always stay mad
May as well be glad to Deal With It

Gotta' deal with It
See deal with it

 

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
 

You Catch A Bad One

Yeah baby..
Ah yeah baby..

Shit happens with the games you run
Never thought the day would come
It Ain't Tomorrow 'Till the day is done
A-Son you caught a bad one

Yeah son - changes we go through
Catch a bad one - think the world owes you
Yeah son - what do you owe me
You catch a bad one - c'mon son show me
Yeah Son - Till the day is done
Catch a bad one - time to pay attention
Yeah Son - All That's stress can equal none
A Son - you caught a bad one


Shit happens with the games you run
Even if it's a battle you won
The new day starts when today is done
A Son - you caught a bad one

Yeah son
You catch a bad one
Yeah son - what in the fuck the world owes you
You catch a bad one - when nothing goes through
Yeah son - All about the c.r.e.a.m.
You catch a bad one - things are not as they seem
Yeah Son - here your moms comes
A Son - you caught a bad one
 

Dope Little Song

It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit

Like Frankenstein or Count Dracula
I grab the mic and then I fuck it up
I never settle for less and
that's a fact
I'm lettin' you know we not the
wack wack
Been nice and all that,
c'mon and I'm a keep goin' yup
Bound to make money off the shit that I'm
growing
Like that y'all
and you don't quit
Keep it on y'all rock the sure shit

I put the pen to the paper and I went off
I'm dropping knowledge and wisdom like a mad head dog
Step into the function' cause I'm representing
Lyrics on the brain and they sit fermenting
I try to go and learn the give and the go
Free up my mind let loose with the lyric flow
Trying to get Frank get back, get back, right
Trying to stay positive and feeling alright


It's like that y'all and ya don't quit

"Keep goin' on and on and on and on and on"

So pass the pen and then pass the pad
Like DJ Run there was nothin' ever like the
The sex rhyme kid is back in the panic
Gonna drop the ball on my damn mechanic
whoo
Fuckin' up my Nova, naw fuckin' up my life, shit
Fuckin' with my world, cause he's fuckin' with the pipe, aw damn
Like the saying goes, you gotta call and duke it off
Ask Juanito, he'll tell you all about it


Gettin' blind in the mind, two hits and a cough
Put my pager on vibrate, and jerk myself off,
Weight on my shoulders and now I'm stressin'
Gotta get back and
count my blessings
Stuck on my cellular, I can't get off
This ride is in motion and I can't get let
off
Get my penis double clepped and my balls rotated
what..
Realized I was trying to get my brain notated


It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
 

Brand New

Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you

Deep inside you will find
Something that you won't mind
Think about diamond rings and goldfronts combined
Then go back go way back
Something passed that you lack
Well I've got brand new
A scooby snack just for you


Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you

Deep inside you will find
Something that you won't mind
Think about diamond rings and goldfronts combined
Then go back go way back
Something passed that you lack
Well I've got brand new
A scooby snack just for you

Sabrosa..

Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's all brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's all brand new for you
 

The Scenario

Well, chilling on the corner this one time (time)
Cooling at the party and running that line (line)
Smoking my crack, saying them rhymes (rhymes)
Counting my bank just to pass the time
Met a young girl throwing that base (base)
Boyfriend beefed, he was on my case (case)
Took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face (face)
Shot homeboy in his fucking face (face)

Well, chilling at the corner this one time (time)
Cooling at the party and running them lines (lines)
Smoking my crack, saying my rhymes (rhymes)
Counting my bank just to pass the time
Met a young girl who threw some base (base)
Her boyfriend beefed, he was on my case (case)
Took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face (face)
Shot homeboy in his fucking face (face)

Well, chilling at the corner this one time (time)
Cooling at the party and running lines (lines)
Smoking my crack and saying my rhymes (rhymes)
Counting my bank just to pass the time (time)
Met a young girl who threw some base (base)
Her boyfriend beefed, he was on my case (case)
Took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face
Shot homeboy in his fucking face

Well

Well, chilling on the corner this one time (time)
Cooling at the party, I'm running them lines (lines)
Smoking that crack, saying them rhymes (rhymes)
Counting my bank just to pass the time
Met a young girl throwing that base (base)
Boyfriend beefed, he was on my case (case)
Took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face (face)
Shot homeboy in his motherfucking face (face)

Well, chilling on the corner this one time (time)
Cooling at the party and running my line (line)
Smokin my crack, saying my rhymes (rhymes)
Counting my bank just to pass that time
Met a young girl that threw some base (base)
Her boyfriend beefed, he was on my case (case)
Took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face (face)
Shot homeboy in the fucking face

Well

Well, chilling at the corner this one time (time)
Cooling at the party and running my lines (lines)
Smoking my crack and saying my rhymes (rhymes)
Counting my bank just to pass the time
Met a young girl who threw some base (base)
Her boyfriend beefed, he was on my case (case)
I took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face
Shot homeboy in his fucking face
 

Square Wave In Unison

Made a noise invented a sound
When Brian Wilson used it A hit was found
If only I could have imagined
The square waves running through his head

Square wave - people couldn't believe it
Square wave - all the way to Carnegie hall
Square wave

One rod for Pitch
Electro Magnetic Fields
Wired up Sing Sing
Hung out with Einstein

For All of his brilliant innovation
Sent off to a siberian reservation

Square wave - people couldn't believe it
Square wave - all the way to Carnegie hall
Square wave

 

Mullethead

Yea...
You're coming off like you're Van Damme
You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am
You've got names like Billy Ray
Now you sing Hip Hop Hooray
Put your Dakleys and your stone wash on
Watching MTV and you mosh on
#1 on the side and don't touch the back
#6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack


Mullet head

Cut the Sides, Don't Touch The Back
Cut the Sides, Don't Touch The Back
Cut the Sides, Don't Touch The Back
Cut the Sides, Don't Touch The Back


Shiny chrome rims never rusted
Driving through the tunnel, you might get busted
Never trusted, Mullet head
You know you took that girl to bed
Cruising 8th Street Saturday night
Trying to find a head shop, looking to fight
You've got that stone wash derriere
Spike the top because the week-end is here


You wanna know what's a mullet? well
I got a little story to tell
About a hair style, that's way of life
Have you ever seen a Mullet wife?


Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee
'Cause you don't know about the Mullet head
Cruise in my Iroc, stone wash on my cock
Got it like that 'cause I'm the Mullet head
Put me on trial 'cause I'm worth your while
Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the Mullet man



Got The New York Post, read that story
About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory
They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl
Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world
A real lover man, a real Cassanova
Joey got horny and now he's over
Amy got pissed, shot his wife
Joey gest to jail for the rest of his life


Cut the sides, and don't touch the back
The back, the back...
 

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
 

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
 

Light My Fire

**Green Color = Miho Hatori from Cibo Matto**

You know that it will be untrue
You know that it will be a liar
La la la la la la la la...
Before we couldn’t get much higher
Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the night on, fire
The time of two is our own soul
No time to war in the mire
But darling we can only learn
While other people flail on fire
Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
 

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

Nervous Assistant

All good..
Opens the door Mics the drums
Nervous Assistant here he comes
Too much coffee out of control
When he rides he rides the poll
White build up crazy twitch
Always in a rush to hit that switch

Nervous Assistant

You wanna' something you wanna' something
You wanna' something my dick
Running around nothing found
Moving too damn quick
You know where to find me anytime
I can't take it I've lost my mind
Proud to say no I'm not son
I I I I got one

Nervous Assistant

Too much action right by me
Like Buddy Rich try me
Need a brain that's stress resistant
Or else I'll be..

the Nervous Assistant
 

The Vibes

I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I'll make you shake your ass like Les McCann (yeah)
And then you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam
You've got the elephant feet like Les McCann

Up the crack of dawn, I'm on my way
We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay
'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand
I'm changing my middle name to first Trem

Because I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite
I've got holes in my mouth where my teeth should be
You ask, Whatever happenened to the Rappin' Duke?
I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth

Taking care of my functions, still smokin' up the shrubbery
I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery
My produce, organic, it's from my own yard
Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard

Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations

Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb
Waxing up my long joint, ready to get some
Looking at my board and my old boots
Seeing a waist-deep champagne moment of truth

And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt
I give a shout out so where you at?
But don't get souped Matthew 'cause I'm-a take ya
Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya

Give me the fresh count, you know that I'm stressed out
I need some inspiration so get the best out
Like Rock Master Scott, I'm on the request line
Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time

Good vibes flowing all around
Not a worry in mind as the friends around
A shout out to Linda riding pow forever
Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather

Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations

And then I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care
And I'm waxing old ladies out of their underwears
I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties
I'm giving it to grandma, making her crazy

Well, I might be a white boy, but I'm no Goofy
Got beats like Babalu on I Love Lucy
I'm not like the Skipper on Fantasy Island
I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go buck whylin'
The Cire Traverse out to the death shoot
Or S.T.H. when they let me back at the Deuce
'Cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff
When the going gets rough, ain't going out in the sluff
Down with Bubble Gum and the Ninth Creation
You get on down, we've got the sound sensation
Kid Fresh is back from the eighties
And we're doing it for the ladies

Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations

We got Vibes, vibrations
We got Vibes, vibrations
Vi...vi...
 

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...
 

The Bill Harper Collection

Another official selection from the Bill Harper collection

"Hey, Adam, it's Bill...umm, thanks"
 

I Can't Think Straight

I can't think straight

Take a look, look at me
What you get is what you see
Ride a bike drive a car
Vegan Pie cut a fart
On the bus on the train
Tami D on the brain
Can't explain like the who
Now it's time to do the do

I can't think straight

On my couch with a pen
Where's the phone again again
Can't control rhythm rhyme
Naked beats on the mind

I am yes you are no
I am yes you are no
You are no I am yes

I can't think straight

Uh Good Evening ladies
My name is Roy Cormier
I like it smooth actually
I mean a lot of fellows
They like it raw
Personally I prefer smooth
Um you know like the coconut lotion
I'm talkin' I run a lot of productions
Company productions
Keepin' it on the smooth generally
All the regular and uh..
You know with the coconut lotion and all
It's lovely
It's uh you know
Nothin' but love for you baby

 

Desperado

Well, I'm chilly-chill most of the time
But I make a lot of noise when I bust a fresh rhyme
I'm cooling with the posse, cold drinking pissy
Met a young girl and got cold busy

Not Abbott and Costello, just me and my mellow
Got a microphone so I don't gotta bellow (yeah)
I'm tough not yellow, I don't eat Jello
I know that I'm def, what about this fellow (tell 'em)

I'm Mike D, I'm known fly cooly (tell 'em)
Got the fly rhymes and the fresh fly woolie
Starting epidemic each and every time (time)
Girls cutting class to hear me rhyme

Stand at the bar, don't sit on a stool
Ride a Harley, not a goddamn mule
Well...kick it!
Me and my crew doing the do
Cooling around the way 'cause we got to
There's one more thing that you should know
Mike D is a desperado

Well, DJ Strong hold popping that weak
He punched Big Bird in his goddamn beak
Gold on my fingers, silver in my pocket
Mike went to the party and (D) tried to rock it
That party was weak, I did The Freak
I peeped out the back with the fresh unique
Got girls on my tippy back out the way (what?)
Jocking and clocking
I'm MCA (yeah)
It must be a drag just getting old
But I don't gotta worry 'cause I'm so damn cold
Kick it cold, cold rocking
My name is Adam Yauch and I know you all clocking

Me and my posse, oh, so killing
Stone cold fly and nive to five chilling
There's one more thing you all should know (what?)
Adrock's a desperado

M-I-K-E D-E-E-E
I'm on top and that's the way to be
I'm the stupid, def-est, always rocking
Every store in town, you know it's stocking
All of my records are records on charts (charts)
You know I'm goddamn stupid
Farther than any other record can go
Don't you know I'm rocking in stereo
I'm on the top, bottom, even in the middle
I got the def rhymes and it ain't no riddle
I'm the king of the castle with no hassle
Take a girlie to my house, we start to wrestle
'Cause I'm a rebel without a pause (check it) (word)
Keep rocking and breaking laws
I got Gucci cologne so you know I'm not stinking
Got more rhymes than my boy Abe Lincoln
Get those suckers 'cause you know I gotta
Order a fajita and a fresh enchilada
Shot that parrot 'cause he used to chirp
Can't eat Chinese 'cause it makes me burp
Went from bar to bar, I got rejected
My fake ID, it was disrespected
Got records in London
Quit my job 'cause my boss is a faggot
One more thing that you should know
MCA is a desperado
 

I'm Down

My girl likes franks, not pork and beans
I'm gonna wax that girl right out them jeans
I'm down, I'm fully down
I'm down, ah, yeah, I'm down
I'm down, homeboy, I'm down
How can you laugh?
Because you know I'm down
How can you laugh?
Because I'm fully D, because I keep a loaded pistol inside my pants
Find a def girl and do the new dance
I'm down
I'm down, homeboy, I'm down
I'm down in Brooklyn, I'm down
How can you laugh?
Because you know I'm down
How can you laugh?
I'm fully D, yeah

Took me to the bathroom and ran her lip
'Cause I smacked her in face and on that tip
I'm down, oh, yeah, I'm down
I'm down, oh, my gosh, I'm down
I'm down, homeboy, I'm down
How can you laugh?
Because you know I'm down
How can you laugh?
Homeboy, I'm D! Mike D! Ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah!
I'm down in Brooklyn, I'm down
I'm down in the Bronx, I'm down
I'm down in Queens, I'm down
I'm down in Manhattan, I'm down
I'm down, I'm from that town, it ain't the south
I'm down
I'm down, I'm goose down
I'm down, and I'm Gucci down
I'm down, and I'm Fila down
I'm down, I'm crackhouse down
I'm down, [inaudible]) all your girlies going down
I'm down, yeah, ahh
I'm down on the ave, I'm down
I'm down, and I'm schoolly down
I'm down, and my gold is down
I'm down, I'm def, oh, yeah, y'all squares know that I'm down
I'm down, ah, yeah, I'm down
I'm down, Steve Ett is down
I'm down, all the dust busters down
I'm down, and you know I'm down
I'm down, and my crew and my posse are down
I'm down, yeah, buddy, I'm down
I'm down, homepiss, I'm down
I'm down, oh, boy-ee, yeah
I'm down, come on, homeboy
I'm down, ahh
I'm down, the brook is down
I'm down, oh, you know it's down
I'm down, and I'm lookin at my Gucci
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
 

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
 

Putting Shame in Your Game

Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party moving to the broad daylight
G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright

Transhypnotic, robotic, can't stop it
No limits to this style and you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it, and then you stock it
But I've got the styles that are always in the...

Well, like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
Before you know it boomeranging on back

Well, I'm the king of Boogle, there is none higher
I gets eleven points off the word quagmire
Fools can't see me, that's how it is
And that's how I like and that's my biz

Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all types of shame in the game you got
We keep the party moving to the broad day light
G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright

Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast to really grasp, though we may try
Deny 'til we die, ooh my-my
These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
Well, second by second and minute by minute
It's like lotto, you have to be in it to win it

Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise
Lies tax to the max and they'll be feeling those vibes
So tell me what you need that you have got
Fiending on power will make your blood clot
It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
That's why we can't all just get along

We're all connected like a Lego set
One equaling one together like a croquette
Whether we have or have not yet met
Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat

Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party moving to the broad daylight
G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright

Non-stop hip-hop, non-stop hip-hop
Non-stop hip-hop, non-stop hip-hop


Well, you're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
The selfish ways just can't maintain
But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked

Well, I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
You be like hello nasty where you been
It's time you brought the grimy beats out the Dungeon

I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
I get so hyped when I hear this song
It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
So go and talk shit 'cause it just makes me strong

Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash
Multinationals spreading like a rash
I might stick around or I might be a fad
But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad

Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party moving to the broad day light
G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright

Our sound is the nicest, it's the sweetest sound
Our sound is the nicest, it's the sweetest sound
Can't get enough of that f-f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-funk


Junior...
 

B-Boys Makin' with the Freak Freak

Salt lick...ahh, yeah

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

Yeah
Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A'ight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say It

To the heart of the matter, the mic I shatter
So cold on the mic, I make your teeth chatter
While you climb the corporate ladder
To make your pockets fatter
We be flipping styles like pancake batter

Looking through your binos, spying on me
But I'm running like a rhino on a drinking spree
You call yourself an MC, but what's your truth?
Gotta let it loose inside the toll booth

Suckers sniffin' on socks, chewin' on rocks
No complication, want the combination to the lock
You wanna get inside, well, then you best knock-knock
And when you get on, you got to rock nonstop

Once it hits your mind, what'cha gonna do?
Don't keep it inside, you've got to
SAY IT!
Let it out, let it out
SCREAM IT!
Gonna shout, gonna shout
WRITE IT!
Put it out, put it out
SAY IT!
Get it out, get it out

Watch out, come again now, sucker

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Well, I can feel it in my bloodstream, see it in their eyes
People lining up for their own demise
To help the man make weapons to monetize
Corporate violence, we can't abide

You can keep your bottle service and your cabana
Bust your ass drunk like you slipped on a banana
Like knick-knack, patty whack, you've got to let it out
From the mind to the mic, to the word to a shout

Mind to the rhyme, paper to the pen
The brand new dance called the David Rodigan
You sure you really wanna let me begin
You can't stop me rhymin' when I'm on, I'm all in

Life is good and then it gets you
Stuff you thought, it comes true
Once it hits your mind, what'cha gonna do?
Don't keep it inside, you've got to
SAY IT!
Let it out, let it out
SCREAM IT!
Gonna shout, gonna shout
WRITE IT!
Put it out, put it out
SAY IT!
Get it out, get it out

Watch out, come again now, sucker
Watch out, come again now, sucker (uh, suckers)
Watch out, come again now, sucker
Watch out, come again now, sucker (uh, suckers)
 

And Me

Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy
Electricity and gravity
Oh, my god, now take a look at me
My lifeline's run by AT&T
They got their wires all up in me
Is push and pull the way it's got to be?

Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy
Electricity and gravity

Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me
Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me
Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me
Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me

You know, I wish that there was some way
that I could be outside playing basketball in the rain
and not get wet. Now wouldn't that be great, hmm?
 

Alright Hear This

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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
 

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
 

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...
 

Your Sister's Def

Brothers out there with sisters, peep it
Years and years you try to keep her a secret
Said she's your cousin that came for a visit
Your putting me on, is this true, now who is it?
Called your crib, got a clicking dial tone
You said it was the maid that hung up the phone
Caught her on the streets, so we took the risk
Guess what, we found out she was your sis
Now we're not Tom, Dick, Harry, or Roy
Let us crack the freak, because we're your boys
Tonight we're dropping by 'cause your parents left
The Beastie Boy gonna let you know

Your sister's def
Your sister's def

She's so hook, is she, how can it be?
Don't lie, she's not in your family
'Cause if you didn't know, people spread the word
Your a square sucker whipped, yes, you're a nerd
To be down, there's one thing you'll discover
Your sister must be a plash Beastie lover
So don't get sick, she was our pick
I hope her tongue is long, we like to be licked
You'll see it's not hard, it's naughty nice
You gotta pay us dues, and she's the price
Don't start to think about the world's discuss
Your sister's gotta hang, and that's a must
It's plain and simple, it ain't no thing
She's real def, let us give her a ring
So we conclude, this is your best move
Welcome, the Beastie Boys approve
Your sister's def

This week we all will meet
Right now the party season will reach its peek
Juice all around town, we're on the guest lists
We'll bring three tricks, you bring your sis
Pay attention real close, we just begun
Trick number one is to grab her buns
We'll loose control, but we'll keep it clean
She better not wear a dress, wear the blue jeans
New or faded, we want 'em tight
Take the pockets off so we can grip it right
Stand in front, we wanna see what we like
If the room's too dark, you bring a flashlight
Two is do the do, for the whole crew
A dead giveaway 'cause we're giving her clues
She better be ready to play the wall
'Cause it's all for one, and one for all
No matter who's first, let's start the show
There are no rules, go for what you know
We won't slack up, won't let her rest
Our pride is on the line, to see who's best
Now that you've heard thoughts quite absurd
Convince your sis, put in a good word
Your sister's def

At last a neurotic feast
We're slaying your sister like a horny beast
So don't get mad, don't be upset
It's now her time to be a Beastie pet
As you can see most definitely
Is trick number three, pure fantasy
Now we're your friend, and you're her brother
But your sister's so def we might scheme on your mother
We can't ignore now that we saw
She's def so we wanna be your in-law
We're having fun, yo, we ain't done
The Beastie Boys has just begun

Because your sister's def
Your sister's def

Took a walk around the crack of dawn
I noticed her bedroom light was on
Her shadow moved over as the lights went lower
I crept to the window to see a little closer
Said to myself, I got it made
The window was open, so was the shade
Came in real neat, she was in heat
Your sister gave a class A peach-o treat
Her clothes got thinner, I showed her my winner
Beastie beef is now served for dinner
Your sister's def

Later on I came around the way
But sis MCA said he got some play
There had to be a reason for the news I learned
Time to get on it cause it's Mike D's turn
Nobody was home, I didn't see the car
She took me downstairs and we crashed the bar
We was chilling in the basement, drinking Red Wipple
After a while my head between pink nipples
Grabbing at your sis 'cause I can't resist
I start to dive, pummel her rumble fish
When I got through, next thing she knew
On her thighs was a Beastie tattoo
Your sister's def

That's it, Adrock is pissed
If you leave me in the room with your sister, I'm taking her clit
You can bet if she gets wet
The King Adrock will make her sweat
I throw her down, then take her underwear
Then search 'em so I can eat the pubic hairs
Even in her dream scene, she starts to scream
It's the Adrock inches, and you know what I mean
We had her in the week, your sister's cheap
The Beastie Boys just made a clean sweep
Your sister's def
 

Some Dumb Cop Gave Me 2 Tickets Already

Ummmm, yeah, baby
Don't you know it like, don't it feel good
Like you know it should
In '89, right on time
Always so quick with the rhymes
Ahhh

Girl, you know it's true
You know, you know it's true
Mike D is in love with you
In love with you
In love with you, oh baby
Girl, you know it's true
Woooo, awww
Mike D is in love with you

Ahhhh
Yeah, baby, you know
Listen
Everybody knows that I broke your heart, you know
Everybody knows Mike D broke your heart
But you gots to stop tell them how I stole your car
You know just ain't fair
Hey, you know
Just as I got the, the better side of the bargain just means
That the cars were built to my favor, you know

Girl, you know it's true
Mike D is in love with you

Yeah, I remember the first time I saw you
And you were standing there looking all lovely and everything
I went over, you know
And I started smelling your ass
And then Ricky Powell came over
You know, started doin the A.T.D. and everything
Ahh, yeah, baby

Girl, you know it's true
Mike D is in love with you
Is in love with you baby, woooo, in love with you
Girl, you know it's true
Mike D is in love with you
Oh, it's true, it's true, it's true, baby
Girl, you know it's true
True-a, true-a, true-a, true-a, true-a, baby, ahh
Mike D is in love with you
Ooooh
Girl, you know it's true
It's so true now, baby
Oh, it's true, it's true, it's true
Mike D is in love with you
I love you, oooh
Girl, you know it's true

You know alot of MCs these days
They make records about, you know
Women taken over the money
Hey, you know I'm straight up honest
I just be leaching off my girl, you know
Just leaching off my bitch, that's what it's about
You know, hey
If you can get a roof over your head
And a pot to piss in, man
Shit, that's better then having money in the pocket
You know
Ahh, yeah
Ahh, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D

I'd like to welcome everybody to the
Quiet Mike D swarm
Starring Mike D
Featuring Mike D
And, ahh, special appearance by Mike D
Da Da-da-daa-da daa-da-da-da-daa
Ohhh, oh, baby you

Girl, you know it's true
Incredible
Mike D is in love with you
Invinceable
Most incredible
Unstoppable, Achnicolus
Liz Clayborn, Coochie, your mother
Girl, you know it's true
That's right, baby
When you weren't looking
When you went out shopping that day
Your mother came over
She was looking kinda nice, you know
Uhh, you wouldn't believe what she was wearing under that dress, you know
Anyway, so
You know, one thing lead to another
You know, I'm real sorry you had to walk in like that and see
Hey, shit happens you know
Mike D is in love with you

Ahh, yeah
Mmm, do, do, doon
Do, do, do, do, doon
Aaah, do, doon
Do, de, di, de, du, doon
Da, do, do, doon
Daa, doon
Girl, you know it's true
That's right, baby
 

Caught in the Middle of a 3-Way Mix

Stop that train, I wanna get off

Well
It's 4:00 a.m., I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissing on the third rail
Groggy-eyed and fried, I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride, Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle, I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy, "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D train

Stop that train, I wanna get off
Stop that train, I wanna get off


Check it
Trenchcoat, wing tip, going to work
And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket, gangsters, paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
Now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise, the Lees I creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog from who, George Drakoulias
 

And What You Give Is What You Get

Call the people, are you ready now
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach

Money, money, money
Mine uptone, the DJ up there
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, hey, hey, hey

Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Here's something fresh
Oh, that was nice
Let me be your barber now

Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, hey, hey, hey

Come on, let's get down
You ready
God damn bitch
What was that you put on me
Never gonna let 'em say that I don't love you
Now let me hear my man now, Mike
Mike can do it, Mike you can do
Mike can do it, Mike you can do
Mike can do it, Mike you can do
Do it
Say what for popcorn
Hey, you, very proud to be an MC
I can do it, you can do it
They can do it, we can do it
Hey, man, this is 75, that rope shit is dead
I can do it, you can do it
They can do it, we can do it
I can do it, you can do it
They can do it, we can do it
I can do it, you can do it
They can do it, we can do it
I can do it, you can do it
They can do it, we can do it
And what you give is what you get
 

Dis Yourself in '89 (Just Do It)

Hey ladies, break dance
Hey ladies, get funky
All the ladies in the house
The ladies, the ladies
Hey ladies, get funky
Girl, girl, girl
Hey ladies, in the place
Girl, girl, girl
Hey, yo, ladies
Girl, girl, girl
Hey, ladies in the place
Girl, girl, girl
Hey, young ladies
Girl, girl, girl
Foxy ladie
Girl, girl, girl
Get on your back
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, get funky
Girls, girls
Ain't funky now
Ain't funky now
Hey ladies, break dance
Girl, I been watchin' you
Girls, girls, girls, girls
She thinks she's the passionate one
Hey ladies, get funky
Huh, good god
Good god, damn
Huh, good god
Baby, baby, baby
Is it funky, brother
Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies
Hey, ladies...
 

33% God

Can you feel it, can you feel it
I say get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get down
I know, I know, I know
I know you're going to dig this
It's the joint
Whooooo...who's car it that
Wait a minute

Get down
Just like this

Is your name Michael Diamond?
Wohoohaa...yeah
G-g-g-get down
 

In a World Gone Mad

In a world gone mad, it's hard to think right
So much violence, hate, and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight

Mirrors, smokescreens, and lies
It's not the politicians but their actions I despise
You and Saddam should kick it like back in the day
With the cocaine and Courvoisier
But you build more bombs as you get more bold
As your mid-life crisis war unfolds
All you want to do is take control
Now put that Axis of Evil bullshit on hold
Citizen rule number 2080
Politicians are shady
So people watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack
I don't doubt it, look at how they act

In a world gone mad, it's hard to think right
So much violence, hate, and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight

First the War on Terror, now war on Iraq
We're reaching a point where we can't turn back
Let's lose the guns and let's lose the bombs
And stop the corporate contributions that their built upon
Well, I'll be sleeping on your speeches 'til I start to snore
'Cause I won't carry guns for an oil war
As-Salamu alaikum, wa alaikum assalam
Peace to the Middle East, peace to Islam
Now don't get us wrong 'cause we love America
But that's no reason to get hysterica
They're layin' on the syrup thick
We ain't waffles, we ain't havin' it

In a world gone mad, it's hard to think right
So much violence, hate, and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight

Now how many people must get killed?
For oil families pockets to get filled?
How many oil families get killed?
Not a damn one, so what's the deal?

It's time to lead the way and de-escalate
Lose the weapons of mass destruction and the hate
Say ooh, ahh, what's the White House doin'?
Oh, no! Say, what they got brewing?
Well, I'm not pro-Bush and I'm not pro-Saddam
We need these fools to remain calm
George Bush, you're looking like Zoolander
Trying to play tough for the camera
What am I on crazy pills? We've got to stop it
Get your hand out my grandma's pocket
We need health care more than going to war
You think it's democracy they're fighting for?

In a world gone mad, it's hard to think right
So much violence, hate, and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight
 

Ch-Check It Out

All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static
All you Klingons in the fucking house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with pincers
And, no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with a needle-nose pliers

Like Mutual of Omaha
Got the ill boat you never seen before
Glidin' in the Glades
And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid
Like Caprese with the basil
Not goofy like Darrin or Hazel
I'm a motherfuckin' Nick at Nite
With the classics rerunning that you know all right

Now remain calm, no alarm, 'cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that?
I've got friends and family that I respect
When I think I'm too good, they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like that, y'all, and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfucking party out

I said, "Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission."
He said, "Son, you'd better listen, stuck in your ass is an electrician."
Like a scientist, mmm, when I'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined

Now, hey, Baby Bubba, now what's the deal?
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic, but you won't see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up, the mathematician
I'm a bank cashier, engineer
I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer

Shazam and abracadabra!
In the whip, I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo, money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin', you're out of phase, my crew's amazin'
We're working on the record, yo, so just stay patient

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfucking party out

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out


Now I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy (who, moi?)
I am the one with the clientele
You say, "Ad-Rock, you rock so well"
I got class like pink champale
MCA, grab the mic before the mic goes stale

Don't test me, they can't arrest me
I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm down,
You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what you're makin' ain't hip-hop B

Now get your clothes right out the dryer
Put Armor All up on your tire
Sport the fresssssh attire
Tonight we goin' out
Set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head and say "those were the days"

Now check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfucking party out
 

We Got The

Who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight?
The christian coalition and the right wing ooooh!
Let me tell you what you can do
Step outside the cone of silence
Too much hatred and violence
It's time to rewind
We need a military decline
Got the power of the mind focusd
Government like a locust
Are we gone or just going?
Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all

Who got the power to make a difference?
Who got the power to make a change?
Who got the power to make a difference?
We got the
We got the
We got the

Eyes on the prize and never wane
Take the bull by the reins
If you want it be the change
Like Ghandi and MLK
Wait up, got to change the system
Need knowledge, power and wisdom
Same way I rock this microphone
Speak up, just let it be known
Hey ladies, fellas
And everyone between
Take the power back, let them react
And let's show them what we mean; Check it out

Who got the power to make a difference?
Who got the power to make a change?
Who got the power to make a difference?
We got the
We got the
We got the

We can work, walk, march and protest
Think about how we approach this
Ask questions but they keep frontin'
Due time we change a little something
Hey yo don't you know
Won't forget Amaduous Diallo
To the crooked people and the crooked cops
Got to spread love before the world goes pop
Never again should we use the A-bomb
We need an international ban on
all W.O.M.D.'s gone
We need a multilateral disarm

Who got the power to make a difference?
Who got the power to make a change?
Who got the power to make a difference?
We got the
We got the
We got the
 

Hey Fuck You

Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
Look give it back you're wicky wack
With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball
You sold a few records but don't get slick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You've been in the game, your career is long
But when you break it down you've only got 2 songs
MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

I read about you up on page 6
They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now talk about your face now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!"
I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself

Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am
With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam
But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
 

Rhyme The Rhyme Well

Now my name is Adrock I've got a story to tell
When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell
And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

Oh you didn't know I got the flow
I could sing, rap, dance in just one show
With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin
Mother fuckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins
Hey could you please pass me the peas
And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze
I'm the player and the coach I'm no roach
I bought my grandma a brand new broach

Well I'm MCA with a story to tell
When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well
And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin'
I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman
I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin'
Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin'
Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing
Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin'
I'm party crashin' so you better batten
Down those hatches stop procrastin-

Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell
And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell
And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

Went to the top and never went pop and
Came back down but still not stopping
I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?"
Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan
So start packing because I'm back in
The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan

Now push the pause button then start ducking
Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton,
Hutton shhhhhhhh, Hutton shhh, Hutton shhhhhhh,
Hutton SHHHHHHHHH!!!!
 

An Open Letter to NYC

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen

Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers
Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders
We come together on the subway cars
Diversity unified, whoever you are
We're doing fine on the One and Nine line
On the L we're doin' swell
On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss
'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must
I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks
Running home after school to play PIX * 1
At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street
And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet
Dear New York I hope you're doing well
I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell
So, we give thanks for providing a home
Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen

The L.I.E. the B.Q.E
Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D.
Get my BVD's from VIM
You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can
Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's got thrown out
Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out
You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross
But everybody started looting when the light went off
From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge
From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge
From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side
From 1010 WINS to Live At Five
Dear New York this is a love letter
To you and how you brought us together
We can't say enough about all you do
'Cause in the city were ourselves and electric too

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen

Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem
To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met
Before they moved on down to the Upper West
I see you're still strong after all that's gone on
Life long we dedicate this song
Just a little something to show some respect
To the city that blends and mends and tests
Since 911 we're still livin'
And lovin' life we've been given
Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us
Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust
Dear New York I know a lot has changed
2 towers down but you're still in the game
Home to many rejecting know one
Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
 

Right Right Now Now

Now get busy

Now, once upon a time up on this mic
MCs be really working on what they write
With the sound delight, we rock all night
And, yes, we're gonna party for the right to fight

We're international like Matt Takei
Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei
Still around the way is where we'll stay
Say what we mean, mean what we say

Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and
What we do now is future moulding
Columbine bowling, childhood stolen
We need a bit more gun controlling

Right, right, now, now
What is goin' on?
We, we, gotta, gotta
Get it goin' on
Be, be, fore, fore
It's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

When I get on, you scream "hoo tight!"
Rockin' this flow, I could go all night
I'm not here to fight or incite
I'm like the beach in the Bahamas, make you feel alright

I'm getting kind of tired of the situation
The U.S. attacking other nations
And narration, on every station
False elation's got me losing my patience

Well, I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way
And, yes, I got to say "Fuck the KKK"
And, oh, yeah, hey, how about today?
If you want to set it off, then let me hear you say

Right, right, now, now
What is goin' on?
We, we, gotta, gotta
Get it goin' on
Be, be, fore, fore
It's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

I went to get a loan and they asked my race
I wrote down human inside the space
It's a disgrace how they try to debase
It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace

Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise
I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice
With the rhyme precise, the word is nice
So please pass me the Reunite on ice

Well, let's go to work and not beserk
'Cause when the time comes, the body goes to dirt
Try to smooth it out like Levert
Keep the mind alert and not revert

Right, right, now, now
What is goin' on?
We, we, gotta, gotta
Get it goin' on
Be, be, fore, fore
It's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long
 

3 The Hard Way

Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Modell's
Deep in Brooklyn, I rode the els
Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell
At Edward R. Morrow, out on Avenue L

Now we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks
With the diamond stylus, yo, we cutting wax
We're the super-elastic, bubble-plastic
Got ethereal material that's straight up classic

You try to vex, reject, but you should respect
Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx
So don't start to flex up in the discotheque
Or we'll make you extinct, tyrannosaurus rex

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way
Three the hard way


Your rhyme technique, it is antique
To all my heads, qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques?
Que cosa fai? Come stai?
Ho fato molte telefonate

I said, oops, gotcha, clutch like Piazza
Sneak between the sheets so hide the matzoh
Holler back, challah bread, next
We are the crew that put the crew in Cruex

I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me
I'm Mike D, the one who put the satin in your panties
Time to count MCs in this place to be
Not five, not four, not two, just three

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way
Three the hard way


Roundhouse, kick the mic out your hand
Drunken mantis, my name brand
If you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand
I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam

Gnip Gnop, I got shit to pop
I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop
So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait
E.T., phone home, now get the fuck out my face

You know we shake 'em, bake 'em, then we take 'em
Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake 'em
Sell our CDs on Canal before we make 'em
Serve you on a platter like Steak-umm

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way
Three the hard way

 

Crawlspace

There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil
So deal with that troop were troopers
The only air time you get is on Bloopers
Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space
So renovate or evacuate
You better think twice before you start flossing
I been in your bathroom often
Taking punk MCs out I'm all about
My to-do list today is turn the party out
Getting hot in here, no room to breath
I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep
No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock
I go by the name of the King Adrock
So here's a match my ass and your face
Listen when I tell you dog
I'm in your crawlspace

You're in front of my house and you know that's wack
Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack
You suckers try to front like you've got the force
But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course
Don't even get me started on intercourse…
A 14! 9
Don't step into my zone or even periphery
Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery
The way you act a fool son you can't erase
I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase
You tried to take my title now put it back in place
But now you're busted wearing panties and lace
Steeling my style from my trophy case
But my drive's secure like an army base
You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase
But you ain't never gonna catch me
I'm in your crawlspace

Schematics, blueprints and microfilm
Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm
'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier
And this extends beyond the tri-state area
Omnipresent and omnipotent
My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
This means huge compared to very small
You look a little chilly, can I get you a shawl?
'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof
They're like anvils lined up on a roof
Waiting to drop on your corny melon
'Cause were not buying what you're selling
First you want to battle then you start to whine
You're looking hungry, it must be snack time
So run home where you feel safe
But don't sleep Cochise
I'm in your crawlspace
 

Triple Trouble

Kickin' lyrics right through your brain
When you hear this sayin', you'll be right as rain

All right

If you (if you)
Wanna know (wanna know)
The real deal about the three
Well, let me tell you we're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up to speed (check it out)

'Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser
Ain't selling out to advertisers
What you get is what you see
And you won't see me in the advertising

See I like to party, not drink Bacardi
'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody
Known for my spiel, a wheelie one wheel
'Cause this is like having a delicious meal

And, well, moving the crowd, well, that's a must
I got some words that apply to us
And that's mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, we're devastating

If you (if you)
Wanna know (wanna know)
The real deal about the three
Well, we'll tell ya
We're triple trouble ya'll
We gotta bring you up to speed
Now check it out

Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier
Versatile All-Temp-A-Cheer
If you wanna drink, call Mr. Belvedere
Run this rap game like a brigadier

I got kicks on the one, seven, and eleven
Snares on the five and thirteen
Rhymes on time and that's the given
We're hot on the disco scene, check-it, check-it

Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin'
The source of the problem is at the origin
You got lyrics that have got me cringing
You're like a fish wife, quit your damn whingin'

If you (if you)
Wanna know (wanna know)
The real deal about the three
Well, let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up to speed (so check it out)

Bam! Super nature, god damn
Cerrone on the microphone I am
Adrock a.k.a Sharp Cheddar
My rhymes are better
What the Helen of Troy is that?
Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack?
I'm beautiful, you can't touch me
If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed

We're originators, you can't feign
Ignorance or pass the blame
'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain
'Nuff beats to drive you insane
'Nuff moves to make your neck crane
'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain
'Nuff heat to leave you in flames
'Nuff style that you can't defame

You see I walk like Jabba the Hutt
With the style so new y'all be like what?
Turn this party out like a bon vivant
With the skill at will that I know you want
On a hot day with the iced latte
Devious like Wile E. Coyote
Hot to trote or maybe not-e
'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body

We're mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating

If you (if you)
Wanna know (wanna know)
The real deal about the three
Well, let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up to speed (check it out)
 

Time to Build

If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older, can't take a rain check
It's time to let 'em know what we expect
Stop building SUVs strung out on OPEC

Hold up, wait up, you know we come correct
Wanna change things up, well, hey, then get set
It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck
It's easier to break things than build it correct

We've got a president we didn't elect
The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect
And still the US just wants to flex
Keep doin' that, what, we gonna break our necks

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

Ah, yo, hate-filled people wanna keep us in check
Tearing down each other is what they expect
If you want love, well, hey, that's a bet
We've got to give before we can get

Waiting like a batter who is on deck
When it's time to wreck shop then shop a wreck
So let's calibrate and check our specs
We need a little shift on over to the left

I don't really know but I suspect
I think it's due time that we inspect
How they get their information and their facts are checked
Another press conference someone's talking out their neck

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

So step up to the window and place your bets
Is the US gonna keep breaking necks?
Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex
And the military muscle that he wants to flex

By the time Bush is done what will be left
Selling votes like E-pills up in the discotheque
Environmental destruction and the national debt
But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest

Now what the real deal, why you can't connect?
Why you hating people that you never met?
Didn't your mama teach you show some respect?
Why not open your mind for a sec?

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

It takes
It takes
It takes
It takes
It takes
It takes


The idea is to keep the green alien landing craft from taking your humans from the ground and changing them into mutants
A mutant is very dangerous to you because he flies faster than you do and shoots at you
 

All Lifestyles

Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen
Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend
Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre
Nice up the sound for the A to D
I'm a Wonderama snake can winner
Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner
I'm the one that one that dance contest
'Cause you know I dance the best
All you gotta do is do your thing you see
'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be
My name is Adrock and I aim to please
And I gotta spread love in society

We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form

What you saw what you heard
I get involved I might disturb
And if you want what's going down
You might just get that silky sound
So what'cha want? So what'cha need?
I've got the fonts you want to read
Get in the game you gotta scheme
All the same I've got the team
More new wave not OG
Walking down the block you say "Yo D!
When you coming out with the new CD
That spreads love in society?"

We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form

Goto goto goto goto
Don't mess with crack or the baking soda
Whether in the high rise where you live like Roda
Or in the shack and you live like Yoda
Once again it's on like a brand new morn
Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm
All you spazzes and you freaks
Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique
If it don't hurt nobody else than
Don't be afraid to be yourself and
Special dedication and so on
to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms
We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form
 

That's It That's All

Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright
'Cause George W's got nothing on me
We got to take the power from he
When I'm on the mic I feel good to go
Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa
So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know
And my zodiac sign is Scorpio
Look what the cat dragged in
The cr'me de la cr'me without the skin
So take a rest and mind your own biz

And that's it that's all that's all there is

Fresh, fresh, fresh, for you, for you, for you
That's fresh, fresh, fresh, for you, for you, for you

One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan
Let's go to work, get those hands clappin'
Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate
Don't underrate how I operate
It ain't what you say, it's what you mean
Intention leads to action, that is my theme
So pay attention now as I begin to recap
Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back

Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz
I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids
'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz

And that's it that's all that's all there is

Fresh, fresh, fresh, for you, for you, for you
That's fresh, fresh, fresh, for you, for you, for you

Brand new

The time and place for the mind is here and now
Keep the mind present less to worry about
But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head
Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead
Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo
Like George Whipple on New York One
Got a hairy ass and that's no fun
I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone
And on the microphone you know that I'm at home
It's time we looked past all our differences
An' that's it that's all that's all there is
Come on

Fresh, fresh, fresh, for you, for you, for you
That's fresh, fresh, fresh, for you, for you, for you

An' that's
Fresh, fresh, fresh, for you, for you, for you
That's fresh, fresh, fresh, for you, for you, for you
 

Oh Word?

Yo what the schnitzel we're back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact
I don't care what you heard or care what you seen
I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine
Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary
I go with the flow though the tempo varies
So twist the cap and pop the cork
My name's Adrock made in New York

Oh word?

What the ponytail, I don't eat snail
I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail
'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls
And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls
And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block
And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock
So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking
The name's MCA made in downtown Brooklyn

Oh word?

Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth
I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief
I may be paranoid you tried to fade me
Here's a song for you "Lady"
Make you bug out like you don't know what to do
Your momma says "shame on you"
When you're dancing with your crew
So get that poor chicken up off your fork
My name's Mike D made in New York

Oh word?

Yo what the talafel you gotta get up awful
Early to fool Mr. Furley
And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could
Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley
Listen up biters go please stop
While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop
Believe what you heard when you talk
My name is Adrock made in New York

Oh word?
What the phone booth word to hair moose
You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth
Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out
The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth
Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees
I'll have dog pemmican with my tea
Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin'
The names MCS made in Downtown Brooklyn

Oh word?

Yo, what the doofus, say good night
You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right
Times are off the hinges leave your 2 way at the door
We're all up the creek a long way from shore
Not walking around looking to get you cake
The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes
This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke
The name's Mike D made in New York

Oh word?
 

Shazam!

Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

I sneak a chicken tikka
Marsala at a gala event
I represent that's stupid that's for sure
You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature"
I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye
All this cheese is gonna make me cry
Gorgonzola, Provolone
Don't even get me started on this microphone
Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka
I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper
On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy
Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!"
]
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis
Got the edge and I've got the advantage
If you could see things from my vantage
Point then you could better understand this
I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night
I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight
When it comes to panache I can't be beat
I got the most style from below 14th street
Internationally known as the Keebler Elf
Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf
I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti
Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie

Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps
Posing like you're rolling with that camp
In layman's terms let me break it down
You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder
I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back
So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac
I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner
Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton
Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama
Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama?
Goodness gracious golly gee
Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie!

Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

Freak out with the genie....
 

This Government Needs a Tune Up

Get with it
Get with it
Get with it
Got beats that are boomin' to keep the crowd movin'
'Cause this administration needs some removin'
Since 9/11, got war on the brain
This U.S. nation needs show restraint

Oh, no way, what's that, you say?
The U.N. don't mean nothin' to the U.S.A.?
Oh, no way, what's that you heard?
Bush is makin' money off of the oil, word?

Never ending government spendin'
All for weapons of war, they keep on spendin' more
Trouble believing, all this deceiving
Is it really freedom that we're fighting for?

This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up

Imagine public healthcare, public housing
Public help without the religious founding
Imagine that, well, it could happen yet
And we can make it happen, it's a bet

Now I'm not trying to say I hate the U.S.A.
I'd live somewhere else if I felt that way
But go back to the fifty's, if you think it's all nifty
This president is acting mad-shifty

FBI and the cops keep all filing
Who protest the war and who they're dialing
So be careful what you say up on the internet
We got a nosy government that won't forget

This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up

Need a little democratic socialism
Eassssse up on the capitalism
Eassssse up on the militarism
Ease up on the campaign finance schism

The next thing they'll want is abortion deaded
If you're not straight, white, and married, it's dreaded
Forget it, you know what they say, if you,re gay
You're not a real member of society

If you're with me say, What is this?
Our government's being run by big business
Wrecking shop, so let's fix this
Come on somebody and get with this

This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
This government needs a tune up
Get with it
Get with it
Get with it
Get with it
Get with it
 

The Brouhaha

Now what the blood clot I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop?
Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest?
You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis
Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor?
It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour
A phenomenon pandemonium
The club is blowing up like plutonium
What's all the fanfare what's the to do
We're known to bring the hullabaloo
On stage or at the spa
Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha

'Cause it's a brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha

There's a commotion that's goin' down
I talk more shit then drown the clown
I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil
With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say
Ten nine eight seven six five four
Get upon the mic and I'm a even the score
one two three, three to two one
don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun
Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip
Pass me the mint for the julep
Tell me everybody where is the love
Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub

'Cause it's a brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha

Communicator check one two one two
This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu
Set the bullshit to warp factor one
Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun
Oh mai oui you can catch me
At Jean Vie with a pastry
C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas
Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha
Ha haha haha!
Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin'
Goin' rao rao with the dungeon dragon
You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind
But if they don't dance and then they won't dance they can kiss my fuckin' ass
'Cause it's a brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha
 

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..."
 

Intergalactic (Original Version)

Original Intergalactic

Well I'm intergalactic, planetary
Planetary, intergalactic

Well the spice is the worm and the worm is the spice
I'll battle any alien when I'm on the mic

Like the Great Gazoo when I'm on the one
I phase motherfuckers when my mic's on stun
Satellite dish, spaceship communications
Gravity bonin', space fornication (yeah)
I'm getting stupider, when I'm on Jupiter
On Uranus, and that's just heinous
And my name is Mike D and
The first man on the moon with the three wood teeing

I was suspended in animation just the other day
Well I was in the night kitchen on the Milky Way

Because I'm getting funky with dilithium crystals
Lieutenant Uhura!
*this is Kissel*

Warning! Warning!
We have intruders on sector G-7, level 9. Warning!

Now I'ma break it down with the Dr. Spock shit

Pinch ya buck naked leave ya in the cockpit
I'm like the cover of Jimmy Smith's 'Stay Loose'
Well I be breakin' in space in my gravity shoes
I got tickets to Interzone, so won'tcha beam me up
Hurricane's in orbit with
*the scratchin' cuts*
I do-doodle on the paper like my name was scheme
Your galaxy is my bombin' theme
Well I'm worth your while, while you're while I'm worth
*Planet Rhymeon is my place of birth*

I fall like Shawn Kemp from the Supersonics
I got the coded double kick with the phat catonics
I'll be in the crator and you know I slapped it

Planetary, intergalactic

Battlestar one, in G-Son
We're gonna rock the universe for everyone

We're gonna rock the universe for everyone
We're gonna rock the universe for everyone
We're gonna rock the universe for everyone

So Mario, rock the universe
So Hurricane, rock the universe
So Money Mark, rock the universe
So Bobo, rock the universe
So Awol, rock the universe
And everyone, rock the universe
And everyone, rock the universe
And everyone
 

Nothing To Say

I can't think of nothing to say
I can't think nothing to say
But I am a drunk that way
You think you got it all right
So I am nothing to say
Pick up the drama and pitch it all away

Ah yeah
Brand new
Ya Ya Ya Yawn
Ya Ya Ya Yawn

What happened to my dream of fame
I can't think nothing to say
I can't problem nothing to say
 

B For My Name

(Instrumental)
 

Suco De Tangerina

(Instrumental)
 

The Gala Event

(Instrumental)
 

Electric Worm

(Instrumental)
 

Freaky Hijiki

(Instrumental)
 

The Rat Cage

(Instrumental)
 

Dramastically Different

(Instrumental)
 

The Cousin Of Death

(Instrumental)
 

14th St. Break

(Instrumental)
 

Off The Grid

(Instrumental)
 

The Kangaroo Rat

(Instrumental)
 

The Melee

(Instrumental)
 

Lee Majors Come Again

Hold up. Goddamnit, this thing. Alright, wait. Hold on, Adam. This thing keeps fallin' off.

Woo! Doin' it big! Ah-ah!
I'm the lyrical, mathematical genius
Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this
Internationally known, the longest, the leanest
Shout-out to one Jos� Nenis

I hit 'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop
We got the beat and the beat go drop
The ping pong paddle make the battle go pop
Now take a look around this spot

I'm seeing every detail like an over-cranked camera
Sleestaks in the back say "Damn ya"
You say "I can't" and I say "Why can't ya?"
Chopping the track in the--in the land of...

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

There's a bird in here
That's my DJ, not Doctor Brassiere
Dropping bombs like a bombardier
Like cacao, it's a chocolatier

We're giving y'all a lil slice of heaven
B Boys bringing it back to A7
Deal with the schism, ride on the rhythm
Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em

I'll stage a coup and usurp your position
'Cause--'cause like a Mormon, I'm on a mission
We're audible-visible
Cadence is lyrical
Got the mental and physical
When the moment is critical

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

Ruff!
Uh, Lee Majors come again

Like the Six Dil- Million Dollar Man
Woo! Watch out!
In the back of the bus...gonna bust!
Lee Majors style

I said stop! Watch how I flip
Bill Piedmont with the Kung-Fu grip
Haymaker, roundhouse, show can't continue
At the roller rink down in Virginia

Oh, yeah, did I spill the beans?
I see your grandpa in Apple Bottom jeans
A Von Dutch cap, Ugg boots to match
The word gets out, you can't take it back

I'm just a pause tape competition expert winner
Just a doggone, long-armed, tall yarn spinner
You want a battle? Easy now, star
My DJ's so nasty, he needs a sneeze guard

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you
 

B Boys in the Cut

To the, to the, to the people up top!
Bam! God damn!
Holy mackerel, pulling suckers' cards out the satchel
You can sleep tonight, it's okay
B Boys in the cut and we're here to stay

Vibration, sensation
Chatter up on the mic and it's an incantation
Revelation, elation
A little patience with the tribulations

Heed my flow, I got more in store
Rhymes are not just for breakfast anymore
Always on vacation, like Clark and Rusty
Don't wanna make the beer fest, trust me

B Boys in the cut, and we're here to stay
B Boys in the cut until our dying day

Your wack style is beyond a pale
Heel up, wheel up, to the one Judge Smails
Come at me with rain, I'm coming back with hail
My broad sword will cut through your chain mail

Well, Adrock, (back up, Mike) one of the greatest of all time, no disrespect
I gotta go for mine
Big Mike D, number spitting lead paint
Bringing it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah

A-D-R-O-C-K spells relief
There's holes in my story like Leon Spinks' teeth
Good grief, the middle name's Keefe
I keep a microphone in a little, weird sheath

B Boys in the cut, and we're here to stay
B Boys in the cut until our dying day

I'm like Oscar the Grouch
Trashy, rockin' Derelicte, flashy
I keep it raw y'all
Just imagine the 42nd Street C train bathroom

I sizzle on the mic like a battered fried fish
Pundits in the house say -- WHAT! -- that's rich!
This is the type of shit that's gonna scratch that itch
Now I'm-a set it off from up inside this bitch

I see you're looking at me and thinking "What him do?"
Well, I rap upon this mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou
Also known as Pretty Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike
I switch up my name pretty much how I like

This routine dates way back
A lot of people may remember this routine
But it's evolved now
Yeah, from the summer before last

Well, my name is Mike D, and I got a new name, and that new name is LARRY!
Well, my name is Adrock, and then I got a new name, and my new name is HARRY!
Well, my name is MCA, but I got a new name, and that new name is GARY!
Well, our DJ's name has stayed the same, 'cause his new name is BARRY!
 

Too Many Rappers

(2009 single version)

Mic check, mic check
One, two, three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three, two, one
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out

Yo! I've been in the game since before you was born
I might still be MCing even after you're gone
Strange start, I know, but my skills still grow
The 80s, the 90s, 2000s, and so
On and on until the crack of dawn
Until the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, I MC
And never die 'cause death is the cousin of sleep

Because I'm back with a bang, boogie oogie oogie
Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh my god, just look at me
Grandpa been rappin' since '83
I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad
Got crazy-ass shit pullin' out the bag
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo! 'cause it's sad
All these crab rappers, they're rapping like crabs

I have carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist
My pockets are rotund
I'm no killer
But compared to you, I'm more realer
You ain't a shot caller mobster or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, you're not
Mafioso, no
You ain't got the cut-throat in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to hear your racket
You work for police, dog, you snitch, you rat
You wear that jacket

How many rappers must get dissed?
Gimme eight bars and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist
Like rum and mojitos
Bullets and banditos
Matzo balls and soup
Jackets and troop
Yes, y'all! This is one is for the history books
Nasty Nas, what's the word?
Count it off in the hook

One, two, three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three, two, one
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out

'Cause this the type of lyric that goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin 'round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I ought to charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to
'Cause we've been makin' $tack$ like Stax Records
My squad, we got a pact
We're never comin' wack

To all you crab rappers, and hackers, and circuit benders tweaked on Splenda
I take the cake, I stole the mould
The golden microphone, well, that's mine to hold
Now why all these biters all up in my crotchspace
Sniffin', buffin', huffin'
And mean muggin' with the Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucker! You ain't sayin' nothin'!

I'm broader than Broadway
I was the project hallway
Dual tape recorder
Lacing oratorials all day
I'm just gettin' started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when the song's finished, I can sing along with this
By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, y'all better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my mind and on the rhyme
Who's next up?

Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the making and now we're taking
Titles, awards, and accolades
Skewer the competition as I sharpen my blades
We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' stadiums to shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car

One, two, three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three, two, one
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out
 

Fibonacci Sequence

(Instrumental)
 

The Mix-Up

(Instrumental)
 

Dirt Dog

(Instrumental)
 

Switched On

And I'm dancin? like I never
Woooh! Oow! Haaa! Yo WOOOH!
 

Auntie Jackie Poom Poom Delicious

(Instrumental)
 

Description Of A Strange Man

With the oom pow pow
With the oom pow pow
Alright lets go to uh, new tracks
Number eleven. That's like (series of strange noises)
It's the old guy
That smoosh face dude.
I'm tellin you I seen him yesterday and I seen him like three days..
I've seen him for years. He wears like an army coat and he's like an older little dude like this
Oh, yeah yeah. I've seen him down in little Italy.
He's like (more strange sounds)
He bugs people out. That's his shit is to bug people out (amidst more sounds)
But he's kind of like autistic or something.
He's a freak.
He's like (another sound)
But he looks like he might have some.
He's struggling
(Laughing)
I only seen him with just like with the army coat on, never with any shit.
Sometimes I've seen him with a bird caller (more strange sounds)
And bird and weird shit, fart sounds.
Yeah like that, there's a guy though by Astor Place too though.
Anyway though, that's me. (more laughs followed by more sounds)
Bugs people out. He's like totally like bugging people out like for real.
Oh really. Totally Totally.

Like, like It's like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last.

I like it. I say let's go on to another track.
OK, bad boy.
 

Piano Jam

(Instrumental)
 

The Drone

(Instrumental)
 

Happy to Be in That Perfect Headspace

like stacks of thoughts
got tired and worn
used over and over till they were tired and torn
like a broken clock that can�t tell time
like a thick ass book mine that's mine
like a band'

that'll be fine.
alright.
it'll be fun more than fine, i think.
no, i think it'll be fun and fine.
see, that's what we're trying to get, to get.
that's.. that's the.. you're in that place again.
in that special place again.
(someone burps)
oh, i'm so happy to be in that special place again. (laughing)
i love the place i'm in.
i'm in that perfect headspace again.
(more laughing)
(*a small tune*) oooh, woo, woo, woo
don't get in my headspace baby.
hey mario
 

Stink Bug

(Instrumental)
 

Creepin'

(Instrumental)
 

Oh My Goodness This Record's Incredible

Oh my God. This record's incredible.
 

Make Some Noise

Yeah, get up
Yeah
Uh

Yes, here we go again
Give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic, it's the anti-depressor
Adrock--no pressure--yes, we need this
The best is yet to come and, yes, believe this

Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego
Sip on Prosecco, dressed up tuxedo
Sipping coffee, playing keno in the casino
Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino

I burn the competition like a flame thrower
My rhymes age like wine as I get older
I'm getting bolder, competition is wanin'
I got the ball and I see the lane and

We got a party on the left, a party on the right
We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight
Make some noise if you're with me
You gotta make some noise if you're with me

Crazy, crazy, crazy

Our resurrection by popular election
Get paid every year like tax collection
Hear my perfection, a rotary connection
Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection

I'm like an ornithologist when I get miffed
You must have drank a Fizzy Lifting Drink and you got lifted
And sifted, I'm just riffin'
When I catch MCs, it's time for wing-clippin'

I fly like a hawk, or better yet a seagull
I sniff suckers out like a beagle
My ego is off and runnin' and gone
'Cause I'm about the best and if you fess well, that's wrong

We got a--
We got a party on the left, a party on the right
We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight
Make some noise if you're with me
You gotta make some noise if you're with me

Crazy, crazy, crazy

The break is crazy
Crazy-crazy

Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitchin'
Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf
You can show it to your friends and say, "That's my old self"

Can't do me nothing, can't tell me nadda
Don't bug me now because I'm doin' the Lambada (bada!)
The forbidden dance (wha!)
Here's my chance
To make romance in my b-boys stance

Parlay my romancing into financing
Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in, but they never check out
I set the record straight, no doubt

We got a--
We got a party on the left, a party on the right
We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight
Make some noise if you're with me
You gotta make some noise if you're with me
 

Nonstop Disco Powerpack

How you feeling, Adrock?

Well, I'm feeling well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell

How you feeling, Mike D?

Well, I feel all good
All day it's how we play in the neighborhood

How you feeling, MCA?

Well, I feel right
I speak my words on the track 'cause the track sounds tight

Well, if you're feeling good and you're feeling right
Uh, somebody step up and grab the mic

Now hello everybody and how you been?
It's Adrock rappin' on the microphone again
I got grace, class, style, finesse, and debonair
Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just don't care
The MC Whisperer, kinda like a trainer
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause their shit sounds cheesy
Watch how it's done, boy, it looks easy
I'm the nonstop, going off, king pin, microphone boss
Do my own thing, you can't afford the cost
Of my rhyme style, take you through a turnstile
'Cause I'm live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
Because I'm back on a roll, got total control
I flow like the water out your toilet bowl
Your style is cheap, boy, just like a dutch
You know you're not smokin' on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I never lack
Huh-ha, huh-ha, and that's a fact
'Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone 'cause we're never wack
Said we're never that and that is that
We're the nonstop disco powerpack
Uh, that's right, we go all night
Who gonna be the next to bless the mic?

Now this is the way we run it down
We getting you high on the funky sound
This is the way we get it on
B-boys in the house 'til the break of dawn

See, I mix my style up like a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya, like a rhyme elixir
I said, "Yo, sound man, make Mike's mic louder"
Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I max and relax, champagne mojito
Don't go commando, don't know bandito
Je m'appelle Michel Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau and we got it going on
Quincy's in the hot tub like it's '73
Looking over his shoulder and he's looking at me
I'm all white in the face, towel around my waist
What's up with that watch inside that glass case?
I go to make my move, sneak out of the place
Undetected, not leaving a trace
Party's done, microphone's wrecked
Wine's been drunk and heads been checked
I see one last profiterole and make my play
And pass the microphone to MCA

Nonstop, on the top, and you clock, when we rock
Never fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip hop

So come on everybody get down...yeah

Now it's a spot check, hit the deck count down
'Cause I'm a break it down for you, how we run it down
Pound for pound, keep the bass lines round
I seen you watchin', jockin', clockin' my sound
But, for real, I'm real glad I grew up in hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Bop"
It meant a lot spinning on my Walkman
Shout out to the African Bam
And to the S to the P the double O-N-Y
The one MC who you can't deny
I'd listen to the records and they'd inspire
Sit down to write and the pen breathes fire
Construct a rhyme with specific intent
Flowin' from the brain cells, right through the pen
And then I put the book down, grab ahold the mic
Words flowin' so cold, turn water to ice
Come through the wire, saturate the tape
You put me in the mix, nice it up with the plate
And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ spin the record out on the dance floor
Comin' through the speakers to shake your eardrum
Brain cells get lit, then you hear where we're comin' from

Well, Adrock (huh) get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
Mike D, (huh) get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
MCA, (a-yeah) get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
Beatsie Boys in the house don't stop
 

Ok

OKAAAYYYY!!!
You talk and talk and you just can't stop
A word comes to mind, it's "crock"
What you say is lackluster
Plus it seems you're trying to pull a filibuster

Yeah, right, yeah, ok
Tell me something new to start the day
Said "See you later, when you coming home?"
It's a gift, it's a curse, it's the telephone

Now let's start over with a nice clean slate
Please stop stressing with the hurry-up-wait
Heard you the first time, that sounds great
But back up out my space, ok

Yeah-yeah, right-right, ok

Ok
Ok
Ok
Ok

Wrapped in pink ribbon, so pretty
My name's Mike D from New York City
I guess it's all in the mind
But I fell behind

I thought it'd be smooth like a nice Nutter Butter
But I start to cringe every word that you utter
Yes, you said you are a big deal
But, money, calm down for real

Got to control my mind
Got to slow down, rewind
What is going on in my head?
Why's the sky gone red?

What is going on in my head?
Why's the sky gone red?
What is going on in my head?

What is going on in my head?
Why's the sky gone red?
What is going on in my head?
Why's the sky gone red?

What is going on in my head?
What is going on in my head?

Now, I don't give a fuck who the hell you are
Please stop shouting in your cellular
I never asked to be part of your day
So please stop shouting in your phone, ok?

You lie like a plain clothes cop
Take a minute, take a look, and take stock
Take a minute, get your mind unlocked
Get open and I'll throw you the rock

What is going on in my head?
And why has the sky gone all red?
Be kind, rewind
Or at least tell me what it is I did
Or just say what should I say
Hmm, ok?

Yeah-yeah, right-right, ok

Ok
Ok
Ok
Ok
 

Too Many Rappers (New Reactionaries Version)

Mic check, mic check
One, two, three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three, two, one
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out

Like a Nexus-6, comin' home to roost
Handheld 58 when it's time to get loose
Don't need the ear goggles, just put me through the speakers
Like a scientist with tubes and beakers
Have MCs over my house and fix 'em brunch
But you rappers? We goin' out, goin' dutch
So pass me the sword, I'll start swingin'
Just randomly chopping on a crazy ass mission

Because I'm back with a bang, boogie oogie oogie
Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh my god, just look at me
Grandpa been rappin' since '83
I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad
Got crazy-ass shit pullin' out the bag
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo! 'cause it's sad
All these crab rappers, they're rapping like crabs

I have carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist
My pockets are rotund
I'm no killer
But compared to you, I'm more realer
You ain't a shot caller mobster or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, you're not
Mafioso, no
You ain't got the cut-throat in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to hear your racket
You work for police, dog, you snitch, you rat
You wear that jacket

How many rappers must get dissed?
Gimme eight bars and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist
Like rum and mojitos
Bullets and banditos
Matzo balls and soup
Jackets and troop
Yes, y'all! This is one is for the history books
Nasty Nas, what's the word?
Count it off in the hook

One, two, three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three, two, one
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out

'Cause this the type of lyric that goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin 'round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I ought to charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to
'Cause we've been makin' $tack$ like Stax Records
My squad, we got a pact
We're never comin' wack

To all you crab rappers, and hackers, and circuit benders tweaked on Splenda
I take the cake, I stole the mould
The golden microphone, well, that's mine to hold
Now why all these biters all up in my crotchspace
Sniffin', buffin', huffin'
And mean muggin' with the Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucker! You ain't sayin' nothin'!

I'm broader than Broadway
I was the project hallway
Dual tape recorder
Lacing oratorials all day
I'm just gettin' started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when the song's finished, I can sing along with this
By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, y'all better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my mind and on the rhyme
Who's next up?

Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the making and now we're taking
Titles, awards, and accolades
Skewer the competition as I sharpen my blades
We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' stadiums to shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car

One, two, three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three, two, one
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out
 

Don't Play No Game That I Can't Win

Uh, Beastie Boys, Santigold
Let's do this, y'all
Santigold

Let's go!

It's hot here, gotta say it's so
I got you right where I want
Got an honest face so you turn your back (Santigold!)
When in doubt, run up your attack
At one time you were slick and your grill was cold
And now funny how the shit gets old
You can run, you can run, but it will catch up
Like now, see me, I'll show you up

Now you wanna get back when you had your shine
But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme
Can't stop, won't stop, no compromise
It's a house of cards built out of lies
Coming down like a bird floating on the mist
Turn on the track, back track, and twist
You work hard to climb the list
20 years of schooling and they put you on the day shift

I know the danger of a man
Who's been to hell and back again (danger)
Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)

You're caught now by the skin you're in
In a bind now, your thoughts go to all your sins
Hits much harder back, better count on that
I tell you what we know always holds us back
Now you mutter and you stutter and you putter don't stop
I got in your heart and I shook you up
In a bind, now you're caught by the fear setting in
Choked on the thought that you done it again

Keep the competition in check
You draft, your plans, at your drafting desk
You try to play to win but now you lost
Like clams with no tartar sauce
Scheming in the attic
Thought you had it
So dramatic
I got the stats, mathematics
Automatic, systematic
She's super bad now
What'cha, what'cha want now?

I know the danger of a man (that's danger)
Who's been to hell and back again (danger)
Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger, danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger)

I know the danger of a man (that's danger)
Who's been to hell and back again (danger)
Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win
Don't play no game that I can't win
 

Funky Donkey

Put this on a zip disk, send it to your lawyer
File me under "Funky"

Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers
Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner

Sometimes I get Pad Thai as a starter
My other order, Pad See Yew, is much darker

Adam Horovitz, I take a shvitz
I'm known for my glamour and my glitz, check it

As I bust, I really must encrust
This microphone rust with diamond fairy dust

I don't wear crocs and I don't wear sandals
The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles

Stop singing that song in the wrong key
What you looking at? Funky donkey
Funky donkey
Funky donkey

I-I-I-I-I go wooooo like a fire engine
Flashing lights to get your attention

Stop sweating me about the weather
Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater

Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble
Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble

Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk
With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk

Well, I was swimming in the water of the ocean
Like Dr. Jekyll with the magic potion

We're brand new, never ever the same
What's that, what's that, what's the name?
Funky donkey
Funky donkey
Funky donkey
 

The Larry Routine

Oh, this routine dates way back
A lot of people may remember this routine
But it's evolved, now
Yeah, from the summer before last

Well, my name's Mike D but I got a new name
And that new name is Larry

Well, my name is Adrock but I got a new name
And that new name is Harry

Well, my name is MCA but I got a new name
And that new name is Gary

But our DJ's name has stayed the same
'Cause his new name is Barry
 

Tadlock's Glasses

Now it's suffice to say that I'm nicer
Nice in the cut and, yes, I'm the slicer
Or should I say I'm the filleter
I hate the game, I hate the player
But don't get discombobulated and upset
Because trust me, we ain't even begun yet

Mike D's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
Adrock's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
MCA's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
And you don't stop, the body rock

Watch me make it pop, now I make it sizzle
As I flip your omelet up at the b bizzle
I'm like Molto Mario, they call me Tasty D
Your quick fire challenge, freak the hijiki
You can call me chef 'cause it's bonafide
Knife skills on the block that I'm taking worldwide

Mike D got it locked and we rock it nonstop
Adrock got it locked and we rock it nonstop
MCA got it locked and we rock it nonstop
And then you don't stop, the body rock

I've got bass lines bubbling up on out of my hands
Don't want to never play nothin' that sounds too bland
Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust
You've got a bagel in your pants and that's a must
Plus I cuss and I grab my nuts
Got a six finger ring that says "excuse our dust"

Mike D's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
Adrock's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
MCA's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
And you don't stop, the body rock

Sometimes things just don't connect
 

Multilateral Nuclear Disarmament

Make it happen, we can make it happen
Make it happen, we can make it happen
Make it happen, we can make it happen
Make it happen, we can make it happen
Let's go

Wheel up, back up, rewind

Happen, we can make it happen
Make it happen, we can make it happen
Happen, we can make it happen
Make it happen, we can make it happen
Happen, we can make it happen
Make it happen, we can make it happen
Uh-huh

Huh

Don't slow down now
Don't stop listening
It's the reason we can ??
Uh-huh

Happen, we can make it happen
Happen, we can make it happen
Make it happen, we can make it happen
Make it happen, we can make it happen

Ditty-ditty-ditty-ditty-dum
Ditty-ditty-ditty-ditty-dum
You don't stop
Don't stop
That's right, you don't stop rockin' the beat
 

Here's a Little Something for Ya

Yes, yes, yes
Ill out the gate, I set it off
I suppose you're exposed, so get lost
And break north, cut all connections
Join the sucker MC witness protection

M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mike D
Step off the launch in the place to be
Always on time so I never botch
The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch

Here's a little something for ya
I'm-a drive a little and stall ya
Don't lose your balance and fall ya
And if you're feeling chilly I'm-a get you a shawl

Get ready, get set (get set)
Place your bet (your bet)
What you get (you get)
Is not done yet (done yet)
Get ready, get set (get set)
Place your bet (your bet)
What you get (you get)
Here's a little something for ya

Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D
Don't really care if the press likes me
I just speak my conscience, just speak my mind
I don't trip or flip and then I start to find

Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back
Flack from flak guns, riot squads smokin' crack
The odds are stacked for those who lack
I been a lucky motherfucker when it comes to that

I slow roast, I'm steady tappin'
Oh, yes, I guess I'm the toast of Manhattan
In Miami, I'm sleazy with John Salley
Shout out to Andre Leon Talley

Get ready, get set (get set)
Place your bet (your bet)
What you get (you get)
Is not done yet (done yet)
Get ready, get set (get set)
Place your bet (your bet)
What you get (you get)
Here's a little something for ya

The shit is crazy
The shit is crazzzeee

Dr. Carlton Brassiere, a.k.a. Joyce
Dr. Bombay is the ladies' choice
Step on stage to the smoke from dry ice
Every time we bring it twice as noice

Now ease up brethren, take an Excedrin
Only name check to rhyme is Tippi Hedren
I'm lookin' fine, I'm gettin' much finer
Steady lounging in my La-Z-Boy recliner

Losing it in traffic, amped up on coffee
Like kids going wild after school for Mr. Softee
Like a slice around the corner, uh, it's sneaking up on ya
Breathing down your neck, uh, it's creeping up on ya

Get ready, get set (get set)
Place your bet (your bet)
What you get (you get)
Is not done yet (done yet)
Get ready, get set (get set)
Place your bet (your bet)
What you get (you get)
Here's a little something for ya
 

Crazy Ass Shit

On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn

Now let me introduce myself, I'm Adrock
No matter what you order, well, I got it in stock
The doody rhyme thing, well, we got it on lock
Top off the look with the Argyle sock

Take it from me now, I'm gonna give it all I got
I take a licking, still tick-tick-tock
But smoked salmon ain't old school lox
I go to Peter Brady and I buy Greg's sox

It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please
Stinky nasty like the head cheese
Caps, gowns, honorary degrees
Rhymes fresh pressed like '83 Lees

You can't stop, you got to keep on
You can't stop, you got to keep on

I mean that's all I got, except I've just got...
Even Michael Diamond him never learn
Atop him head, him have a curly perm

Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast
I don't wanna talk about it, past is past
All you crusty punks that are into Crass
Go and take a shower and wash that ass

We rock nonstop here in New York City
Sweet on the mic, looking so damn pretty
Served by me, well, it must feel shitty
Weird thing to say here, it goes tough titty

I've got rhymes in a pitcher and it's time to pour
I'm at the tee and I'm screaming "Fore!"
Hit into your party as I declare war
Roberta Peterson's got a spine like a dinosaur

You can't stop, you got to keep on
You can't stop, you got to keep on
You can't stop, you got to keep on

On and on to the break of dawn

Brass monkey, you're the funky
Brass monkey, you're the funky
Brass monkey, you're the funky
Brass monkey, you're the funky monkey
 

The Lisa Lisa/Full Force Routine

Awww, shit

Whoa, what?

Front (front), back (back)
Sucker grab a snack (snack) pack
I (I) got (got)
Young-Holt wack (wack)
Get (get) down (down)
Grade a ground round (round)
Sound that you're lovin'
Givin' (givin') us a pound (pound)
Full (Full) Force (Force)
Lisa Lisa, Cult Jam
All (all) night (night)
Listening to dope man
You could (you could) say (say)
Yes, we're looking pretty (pretty)
Money (Money) Makin' (Makin')
New York City
 

Pop Your Balloon

Rickity-rickity-rickity-rickity-wow!
I got the golden style
You people go wild when I bless this crowd
Ooh to the ahh, to the ooh to the eee
You want to know who funky and I said 'Je suis'

Well, I give you a wedgie, I give you a noogie
Put my foot up your ass, electric boogie
Break dancing at your door on a pile of shit
Set the bag on fire for the fuck of it

I bust into your radio station, chuck a smoke bomb
Put on my gas mask and put my tape on
By the time you figure out what went wrong
Light up my jet pack and I'm gone

Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon

I grab my mic and people lose their minds
And twist their hands in the air and bop their heads in time
Rockin', shoutin' (do your dance, Mike)
Because I'm built for speed like a Tour de France bike

I got the tape spinnin' in the echoplex
I keep the competition sealed under a hex
And if you waste my time then I get vexed
I'm eatin' MCs up, like for breakfast

Like Franz Harary, I'm a magic man
Films in the cam, cat's in the bag, carpet is shag
You can try to take the boast, but you can't take the brag

Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon

We come together upon the mic and rock it
We got styles ain't none of y'all can top it
We in the cut and, yes, we in the pocket
We're getting down and that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right...

Yo, because I'm down in the basement mixin' up ink
I'm on the edge and I'm on the break
You've got the press, and I've got the plates
We pressin' twenties by the crate

Yes, we make it happen with the rappin'
With the crunch with the Cap'n and the Boo Berry
With Count Chocula, the sound that you love
We've been getting fly with the highest above

I'm on, the one, the battle tank in Tron
You're too far gone -- ARGH! -- another pawn
Guide searching, what channel is he on?
'Cause there ain't no sunshine when Mike D's gone

Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon
Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon...

Yo, the sound man almost lost his soup on that one
He's still contemplating it though
Oh-oh, look out!
 

Caught in the Middle of a 3-Way Mix

Stop that train, I wanna get off

Well
It's 4:00 a.m., I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissing on the third rail
Groggy-eyed and fried, I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride, Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle, I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy, "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D train

Stop that train, I wanna get off
Stop that train, I wanna get off


Check it
Trenchcoat, wing tip, going to work
And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket, gangsters, paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
Now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise, the Lees I creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog from who, George Drakoulias