(Instrumental)
@ Heart Attack Man (Beastie Boys/Smith)
Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Som Ball
Walking Down The Stairs And Then He Starts To Fall
Add On Two Joints And Then He Starts To Sweat
Two Hundred Seventy Five Punds 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 You 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
You've Been Throwing Your Weight Around And
Your Shit Is Through
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Going Nowhere, Got No Master Plan
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Heart Attack
(Mosh Part)
Weighs In At Two Seventy Five
My Man Is Lucky To Be Alive
Smokin' And Drinkin' Too
The Heart Attack Man Is Gonna Be Running Over You
Got No God Damn Respect
Had To Put The Big Big Bitch In Check
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Lungs Full Of Tar And A Stomach Full Of Spam
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
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
Chorus:
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
Chorus
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
Well, that's about it...
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"Dogs love me becasue I'm crazy sniffable..."
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home
They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home
Oh They're Comin' Home
I Wish For Peace Between The Races
Someday We Shall All Be One
Why Fight Yourself
This One's Called Rectify
There's Something Coming To The Surface
There's Fire All Around
But This Is An 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
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
Back on a scene for the people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya you say alright
Because George W got nothing on me
We got to take the power from he
Oh, when I'm on the mic I feel good to go
I like a snow day for school with hot cocoa
So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know and my
My zodiac sign is Scorpio
Look what the cat dragged in
The creme de la creme without the skin
So take a rest and mind your own business
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
You 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 business
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
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
'Cause I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie The Pooh
With 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
And that's fresh, fresh, fresh
For you, for you, for you
That's fresh, fresh, fresh
People how you doing? There?s a new day dawning
For the earth mother it?s a brand new morning
Such a long while there?s been such a longing
But now the sun is shining let?s roll back the awning
This is a type of kinda like a formal dedication
Giving out a shout for much inspiration
All I ever really want to do is get nice
Get loose and goof my 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'
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, can you get my drift?
Bass from the back of my car feels soothing
Eight bazookas is what I?m using
I?m Mike D and it?s been proven
I love it when I see the party people just movin?
Strapped on the ear goggles and what did I see
But the music brought the people into harmony
Ah for the Black's, Puerto Rican's and the White People too
[Instrumental]
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 SUV's strung out on OPEC
Hold up, wait up, you know we come correct
You wanna change things up, well hey just 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 Ttreaty he decided to neglect
And still the U.S. just wants to flex
Keep doin' that wop 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
Yo hate filled people wanna keep us in check
Tearin' 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 I'll wreck
So let's calibrate and check our specs
We need a little shift on over towards 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 U.S. 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 at the discotheque
Environmental destruction and the national dept
But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest
What the real deal, why you can't connect?
Why you hating people that you never met?
Didn't your mama teach you to 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 a sec
It takes a sec
It takes a sec
{The idea is to keep the green alien landing craft
From taking our humans from the ground
And changing them into mutants
A mutant is very dangerous to you
Good Times Gone And You Missed Them
What's Gone Wrong In Your System
Things They Bounce Just 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 Rhat's Right
Good Times Gone But You Feed It
Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It
Just One Thing Do You Know
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
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
Beastie 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 MC's 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 not 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 crawl space
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
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
And 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 you peeking and you trying to give chase
But you ain't never gonna catch me, I'm in your crawl space
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 two hundred 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
All you trekkies and tv addicts
Don't mean to diss
Don't mean to bring static
All you klingons in the fuckin' house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no i didn't retire
I'll snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers
Like mutual of omaha
Got the ill boat
You've never seen before
Gliding in the glades
And like lorne greene
You know i get paid
Like caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like darren or hazel
I'm a mother fucking nick at night with
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 motherfuckin' party out
Said, "doc what's the condition
I'm a man that's on a mission"
Said, "son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician"
Like a scientist
Mmmm when i'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like einstein and the rappin' duke combined
Hey baby bubba now what the deal
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi
Some hot potato
I stole your mic and you won't see it later
Cause i work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier
Engineer
I wear cotton but 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
And my crews amazin'
We're working on the record yo
So 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 motherfuckin' party out
Now, i go by the name of the king adrock
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, "adrock, you rock so well"
I've 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 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 making ain't hip hop b
Get your clothes right out the dryer
Put armor all up on your tire
Sport that fresh 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"
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
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
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
We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form
Damn sucker
Goto goto goto goto
Don't mess with crack or the baking soda
Whether in the high rise where you live like Rhoda
Or in the shack and you live like Yoda
Once again it's on like a brand new morn
Beastie Beastie 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
We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form
Tapin', clapin', rapin'
The sound of being a snappin'
Tapin', snapin', knockin', rapin'
And on the cool check in
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
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
Bust 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
Stepped into the party - the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
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 girlie's I like are underage Check it!
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
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 and I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm chilly most
We rag-tag 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 I way out west
K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
All the fly ladies are on my jammy
Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo
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 summers day
Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
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 gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' 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 - 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. - and I'm the king of the block
I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock
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
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
{What in the fuck is happening?}
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 muthafuckas
M.C. for what I AM and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
So as 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 M.C.
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 a bard but not the last one
I'm my own 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 runnin's 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 The
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 in 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 cuz 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 AM going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody were 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
He goes by the name of Disco Dave
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 nubiles
To all the Jamaican girls
And to the topless dancers
Australian
And Brazilian
To the southern belles
To the Puerto Rican girls
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' 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
Jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing smoking
Also finger popping
Two bums fucking I seen them rocking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
Read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going placed on the D-Train
French trench coat wing tip going to work
And you'll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong doors
Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
$50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise the Lees creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
Elevated platform 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 readin El Diario
Riding the train down from El Barrio
Went from the station straight to Orange Julius
Bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias
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 M.C. amateurs
Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z.
Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key
Rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables
Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables
I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge
An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college
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
Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared
It's the sound of science
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
Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration
To peep that freak unique penetration
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 you keep poppin' it
People always asking what's the phenomenon
Yo what's up know what's going 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
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 going out first class not going out coach
Rock my Adidas never rock Fila
I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla
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
Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard
Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy
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 M.C. amateurs
Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z.
Ben Franklin with the kite getting 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 dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge
An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college
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
Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared
It's the sounds of science
The sounds of science
Public service announcement
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
Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration
To peep that freak unique penetration
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 you keep poppin' it
People always asking what's the phenomenon
Yo what's up know what's going 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
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 going out first class not going out coach
Rock my Adidas never rock Fila
I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla
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
Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard
Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy
Dropping science like when Galileo dropped his orange
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
It's not how you play the game, 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 MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Only twenty four hours in a day
Only twelve notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers that a plumber's got pliers
Got more suitst than Jacoby and Meyers
If not for my vices and my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires
So I'm out pickin' pockets at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business with 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
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and I always give thanks
Becuase I 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 the Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Neuman
{I'm never gonna let them say that I don't love you}
Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course
Smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like 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, on what? The popcorn
Sippin on wine and mackin'
Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being very proud of being MCs}
And the man upstairs 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
Becuase the bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do? Hell no
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago
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
Living on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and 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
He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks
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
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
He lives in the street but he's no bum
A rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
A platinum voice but only gold records
On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers
Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar
Johnny Ryall
Who do you think you are
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar you know what it's for
Bottle after bottle he'll always need more
He's no less important than you working class stiffs
Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss
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
Cuz I'm the high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter
The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter
They can't find me they're never gonna catch 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 pulled a bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my 8-track
I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack
I'm long-distance from my girl and I'm talking on my 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
Cuz 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 cuz you could be gettin' mushed
I'm doing 120 plowin' over mailboxes
Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
Spend another night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra to get the porno flicks
And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
I'ma kleptomaniac K-mart shoplifter
Cash flow gettin low so I had to pull a job
Found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
I left the car outside and the engine still revving
Time to take care of business at 7-eleven
And the I went inside to make my withdrawl
I saw what he had had but I had to take it all
Knuclehead deli tried to gyp me off the price
So I clocked him on the turban with a bag of ice
Cuz I mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
I made my get a way and then I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen, a Former movie star
Looked in the rear view mirror seen the police car
Ballentine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help to 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 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
Making like a DT, driving a grand fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry
Every dog has his day mine will be in front of a jury
High plains drifter you know that I'm never in a hurry
Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis
With his 5 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 charming I'm dashing I'm rental-car bashing
I'm phony-paper passing at Nick's Check and Cashing
I went before the judge he sent my to the Brooklyn house of D.
He said, "You behave or we'll throw away the key"
Houdini'd out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the knee
I took the Bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB
I had a good feeling easy come easy go
I bet on one horse to win and another and so
And sure enough, that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
And I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
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
Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. 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 my 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
Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing
Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing
She's talking to the kid to the who
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did
Hey Ladies, Get Funky
[cow bell]
Me in the corner with a good looking daughter
I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter
We were 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 yes
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
I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
You be listening to my records' a number one sound
Step to the rhythm step step to the ride
I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside
Tune in turn on to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like bees to a hive
Hey Ladies, Get Funky
[cow bell]
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 and mail that ear
I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking
The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking
She said come on over it was me that she missed
I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you and you went girls(x3) insane
You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train
Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak
Sucking down pints till I didn't know
Woke up in the morning at the Won 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 #1 and
Get on the mic, Mike, let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are rope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck, that I say fuck this
The king Ad-Whammy has never been limp Dick Butkus
One half science and the other half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
M.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girl 'cause you know she never says no
Well, Mike D. is a special individual
Pulling out knots, 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
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 M.C. Plank Bee
Me and my crew 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
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 fuckin' ass
You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat
See personally I wouldn't want to go out like that
I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it
I don't buy cheeba I grow it Marijuana
People always trying to get next to me
I had a beautiful experience on Ecstasy
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
You're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast
For 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 walking the beat
Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'
Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'
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 good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants
My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin 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 M.C.'ing I rock
Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo holmes fuck this
The king Ad-Whammy your Dick Butkus
One half science and the other half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
M.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says no
Well Mike D. is a special individual
Pulling out knots 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
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
Then I ump 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 put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
Then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going placed on the D-Train
Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you'll 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
Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
$50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
Elevated platform 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 readin El Diario
Riding the train down from El Barrio
Went from the station straight to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias
M.C. for what I AM and do
the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
so as 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 M.C.
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 a bard but not the last one
I'm my own 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 runnin's 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 The
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 in 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 cuz 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 AM going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
feeling as though Somebody were 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
He goes by the name of Disco Dave
Hello Brooklyn
New York New York it's a hell of a town
The Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
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
I cut my boss cause I don't care
You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
Like a buffalo soldier I'm broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question 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
Yes you got a boyfriend and indeed his name is Slick Nick
that is why Annabelle you're caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn just to watch him die
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 slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
If your world was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi Nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
If you explain to a musician he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it
Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
You know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as your glass of wine
You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
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 bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Here's another one for y'all to peep
It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C.
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 Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
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
DJ Hurricane...
When Mike D's in the house what you gonna' do
I go A.W.O.L.
Adrock's in the house what you gonna' do
I go A.W.O.L.
When MCA's in the house what you gonna' do
I go A.W.O.L.
When Hurricane's in the house what you gonna' do
He goes A.W.O.L.
St. James in the house what you gonna' do
Home-1 what you gonna' do
Got busy in the house what you gonna' do
Dust Brothers in the house what you gonna' do
Mario 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 gonn'a 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 Amsterdamn
"Now I want you all to break this down..."
To all the girls, all the girls..
"Agh agh..."
There's a girl over there
"Agh agh yea" "agh agh agh yea"
With long brown hair
"Agh agh yea" "agh agh agh yea"
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face
Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know what I saw
"A wick wick wack"
Some hoopin' and a hollerin')
Jeb.. get away from the bar-b-que man
Don... get the hell away from that thing
Don's, give me a kiss
(Mike D)
I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching 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 Miss Crabtree like my main man Spanky
Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya
Ya lookin' so hot 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 is a turning and rolling like a ring-ding
Jump the turnstiles never pay the toll
I did the doo-wah diddy and bust 'em with the pre roll
Customs jailed me over an herb seed
Don't rat out your boy over some rat weed
I'm out of your back door, I'm into another
You boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
Not perfect grammer, always perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds
(MCA)
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at 'cha 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
'Cuz you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool am I
Going off, getting paid, and I don't ask why
Playin' beats on my box, making music for the many
Know a lot of def girls that are doing their thing
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
mothers dick
(Ad-Rock)
Girl
You're walking tall now in your fancy clothes
You got fancy things that goin' up your nose
Ya' getting fancy gifts from expensive men
You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection, getting girls affection
If your life needs correction, don't follow my direction
You got your 8x10, your agent, your Harley
You'll be driving around Hollywood, yo, sorry Charlie
'Cuz I'm running things like some mack motherfucker
You'll be slipping your slack in your face
'cuz your a false fake sucker
You slipped your slack, you cock me and you're wack
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 to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
'Cuz 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 PCP, song out
Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
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
(chorus) 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's gets annoying - so high on the tip
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt - she'd be hard on his ship
(repeat chorus)
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
(repeat chorus)
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
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 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
(chorus) 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 M.C.'s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
(repeat chorus)
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling' - 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 chasing, free basing - killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
(repeat chorus)
I've been drinking 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 my 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
(repeat chorus)
No sleep till
Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job 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 are at the Garden, cold kickin' it live
No sleep till
Another plane, 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
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor, Ad Rock'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
No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
Ain't seen the light since we started this band
MCA, get on the mic my man
Born and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A.
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 fine women
Got limos, arenas, TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off homes, get out of my way
Taxing little girlies form here to L.A.
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 sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
You wake up late for school, man, you don't wanna go
You ask you 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 gotta fight for your right to party
You 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 gotta fight for your right to party
You 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)
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 gotta fight for your right to party
You 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 gotta fight for your right to party
You 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)
Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie, that funky Monkey
Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey, here's how you feel
Put your left leg down, your right leg up
Tilt your head back, let's finish the cup
M.C.A. 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 with 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
'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, gettin' 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, the girl she gave me 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
Step up to the bar, put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
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, 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, you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get fff
Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie, that funky Monkey
[Instrumental]
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I said, I'll make you shake your ass like Les McCan
And the you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam
You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan
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
I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite
I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be
You ask whatever happened 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 shrubery
I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery
Produce organic from my own yard
Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard
Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb
Waking 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 Mathew 'cause I'm a take ya
Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya
Give me the fresh count 'cause 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
Well, I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care
And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear
I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties
I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy
I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy
Got beats like Bobalou on "I Love Lucy"
I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island"
I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go back whylin'
The Cire Traverse out to 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 Ninth Creation
Get down we've got the sound sensation
Kid Fresh is back from the 80's
And we're doing it for the ladies
I Don't get Blind I Don't Drink Wine
I Took A Sledge Hammer And I Broke My Nine
Because My Record Is Mine, Word Is Born I Rhyme
And Everey 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 Wich You Lack
'Cause Things Is Wack And That's A Fact
Because I'm On Time, You're Shouting Rewind
You Know It's Ad Rock That's Blowing Your Mind
My Shit Is Rough And You Know It Is So Damn Tough
I'm Getting Intense, Not Talking Nonsese
I Made Up My Mind, Not Sitting On The Fence
I Don't Always Know The Right From The Wrong
I 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
Balance Out My Ambition's What I've Got To Do
Because You Hide In Broad Day Light, A Parasite
A Hypocrite, You Take A Peek Quick
You Turn Your Nose Up, You Think You're High Up
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 Waiting For Someone's Help
Don't Sit Back And Say Good Enough
Keep On Striving, Reinventing But Keeping It Off
The Cuff
So Kick The Level Up Cuhootnified
Mackadocius Vibes Positively Fortified
I'm Throwing Rhymes Down Kicking Them Downtown
Traveling High Speed Through The Underground
I Kick It Free Style, Make It Worth Your While
I've Got Shelves Of Rhymes That I Keep On File
I'm Feeling Good Now Back Home Again
New York City Is The City That I Feel At Home In
A Blast From The Grasshoff Awhile It's Been
Stepping Into The Future Again
I'm Straight From The 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-Grrrl Revolution Of Wich 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'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 A Little Black Book
[Instrumental]
[Instrumental]
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rocking 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 fucking thorn in my side
Oh my God, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all, it's a 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 you, 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
You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage
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 gonna set it straight, this Watergate
Lord, 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
Well, it's...
Fifty 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
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
Like diggin' down deep in the record bins
Everybody gettin' down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite like an 8...0...8
Money makin', money money makin (Manhattan!)
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money money makin (Manhattan!)
Super disco, disco breakin'
Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
I got the spice you bring the sauce
And 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
With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something
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 when I got a new rhyme I just say..."
Money makin', money money makin (Manhattan!)
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money money makin (Manhattan!)
Super disco disco breakin'
("Is Manhattan in the house?
[Scratching "uh-huh, uh-huh"]
Is Manhattan in the house?
[Scratching "uh-huh, uh-huh"]
[Scratching continues]
Man-man-Manhattan
Man-Manhattan
Man-man-Manhattan
Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Som Ball
Walking Down The Stairs And Then He Starts To Fall
Add On Two Joints And Then He Starts To Sweat
Two Hundred Seventy Five Punds 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 You 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
You've Been Throwing Your Weight Around And
Your Shit Is Through
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Going Nowhere, Got No Master Plan
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Heart Attack
Weighs In At Two Seventy Five
Yeh My Man Is Lucky To Be Alive
Smokin' And Drinkin' Too
My Man The Heart Attack Man Is Gonna Be Running Over You
Got No God Damn Respect
Had To Put The Big Big Bitch-Ass In Check
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
1-2 1-2 Keep It On
Listen To The Shit Because We Kick It Until Dawn
Listen To The Abstract Got It Going 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
I'm Ad Rock 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
Hitting Mad Sparks
Pass Me The Mic
And I'll Be Rocking The Whole Park
I'm The M To The C To The A And It's A Must
The Rhymes That We Bust On The Topic On Lust
And My Moms Is Not Butt, But Fuck It
Let Me Get Down To The Rhythm
Yes I'm Getting Funky And I'm Shooting All My Jism
Like John Holmes, The X-rated Nigger
Listen To The Shit 'Cause I'm The Ill Figure
Nobody's Getting Any Bigger Than This
Get It Together, Get It Together
Phone is Ringing, Oh My God
Get It Together
See What's Happening
Ad Rock Down With The Ione
Listen To The Shit Because Both Of Them Is Boney
Got To Do It Like This Like Chachi And Joanie
Because She's The Cheese And I'm The Macaroni
So Why All The Fight And Why All The Fuss
Becasue I Ain't Got No Dust
Yea, You Know I'm Getting Silly
I've Got A Grandma Hazel And A Grandma Tilly
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 Born
Don't Need A Mother Fucking 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 Working On My Game Because Life Is Taxing
Got To Get It Together And See What's Happening
Get It Together, Get It Together
Get It Together
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's 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 Boning I'm Representing
Spacing, Zoning, Talkin' On The Phone And
My Brain Is Roaming And I Don't Know Where It's Going
Talking Lots Of Shit A Little Tweaking On The Weekend
I've Got To Get Him By The Reigns Because I Know That I'm Freaking
Well, I'm A Funky Skull And I'm A Scorpio
And When I Get My Flow I'm Dr On The Go
So Q-tip, What You On The Mic For
Because I Had To Talk About The Times That I Rhyme
And When M.C.S Come In My Face, I'm Like Mace
Because I Back Them Off With The Quills
Nigger 'Cause I Tell You, Nigger 'Cause I'll Keep You Under Prills
Resting On Nine One One Sixteenth Ave Off The Farmes Boulevard
I'm From Manhattan M.C.A.'s From Brooklyn
Yea, M.C.A., Your Shit Be Cooking
Praying Mantis On The Court And I Can't Be Beat
So, Yo Tip, What's Up With The Boot On Your Feet
I've Got The Timbos On The Toes And This Is How It Goes
Oh One Two, Oh My God
One Two, Oh My God, I've Got Some Shit
I've 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
Time is runnin' and passin'
And passin' and runnin'
And runnin' and passin'
So you all better get right at this time
Moon Me!
So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax
Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up
'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash
And You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making Cash
I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets
To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This
I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing
Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing
Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave
Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K.
Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The Soul
Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal
A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In The Grape Ape
I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape
Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button
And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing
More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious
Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus
Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function
Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction
Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret
Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It
And So The Story Goes On And On
[Instrumental]
I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you
By you, by you, by you, by you
[Instrumental]
Putting Songs Together Ain't No Puzzle Like Yahtzee
Sending This Out To K-Rob And Rahmalzee
Let Me Introduce Myself On This Cut
I'm Ad Rock, I'm Lit Like A Motherfuck
Well, I'm Brewing Up Rhymes Like I Was Using A Still
Kickin' An Old School Flow Like Mike McGill
'Cause Yauch's On The Upright, The Shit Just Ain't Funny
Got Fat Bass Lines Like Russel 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 Get My Hair Cut Correct Like Anthony Mason
Then I Ride The I.R.T. Right Up To Penn Station
Penn Station Up On 8th Ave.
Listen All Y'all You get The Ball Bath
He's Got The Savior Faire Because He's Debonair
Mike D With The Vinyl With The Grooves So Rare
And The Rhymes That We're Are Doo Doo
Shit, if it's going to be that kind of a party
I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes
Been Makin' With The Freak Freak, So Unique
I 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 D.J. Spin It
Excuse Me Motherfuckers, Can I Beg Your Pardon
I'm Gonna See The Knicks 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
The Rhymes Are Stupid To Make You Go Coo-Coo
You Can't Sleep 'Cause You're Little Cindy Loo Hoo
Down With The Hurra Since The Raising Hell Tour
Just Listen To His Cuts There's No Reason To Tell More
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 Yea, I Like That Shit Is Kind Of Rough
I'll Grab The Microphone And Fuck It Up
I Might Seem Out There, A Little Deranged
I've Got To Cool Off, Catch Me On The Driving Range
Well I'm The Ladies' Choise 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 In My T.V., In My Golfing Shoes
Pass Me An Iron And I'll Bust A Chip Shot
Then You Throw Me Off The Green Because I'm Strictly Hip-Hop
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 Costom 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
Yea, The B-Boys Makin' With The Freak Freak
Mario's Nagging Nonni's About The Pesto Pizza
So educated I'm smarter than Spock.
Everytime you hear me you will agree,
Ain't no bother like the k.i.d.
Know what I mean?
Tellin' you;
With the echo,
Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe 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 got to do my thing and that's no lie
Well ice is cold and fire is hot
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
BBoys of the world unite
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
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
People of the world you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu
"Explain to me really what doctors must do, I said..."
Ravers of the world unite
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
Technic 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
I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In money makin it's how we do
I be smokin roaches in the vestibule
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!
We keep it movin to the broad day light
BGirls of the world unite alright
Hello...
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 gotta 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 with the New Addition 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
Chorus:
BBoys to the early morn
BGirls be rockin on and on
BGirls to the break of dawn
BBoys be rockin on and on
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 falling 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 ster-er-eo?
In ster-er-eo!
In ster-er-eo!
In stereo...
No time like the present to work shit out
That's what I'm going on and on and on about
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 wanna 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
Chorus
Dear Alex and Marilyn
They're Lovey and Thurston howellin'
The grasshopper unit is prowellin'
And Rufus is back home growellin'
For all of y'all that are 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'
His name plate medallion
Says never trust a Hal 9000
Can't, won't, don't stop
Can't, won't, don't stop
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' shark's fin
Try to keep my life non-violent
Mario, rewind the tape and "punch me in!"
Like Chuck D with the where you never been I'm in
Can't, won't, don't stop
Can't, won't, don't stop
"I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin'"
"Movin' 'long"
Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it
Ooh my my something's really wrong
Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it
Ooh my my something's really wrong
The PA sound is deafenin'
Bitin' MCs I'm oustinin'
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
The basslines Yauch just lays in
This song is the grass you're grazin'
Add a little flange and phase in
Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin'
I'm off the hook so 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 (x8)
Chorus:
Beatsie Beatsie Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright
Trans-hypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limits to this style 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 pocket
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 they're boomeranging on back
Well I'm the king of Boogle there is none higher
I get eleven points off the word 'quagmire'
Fools can't see me and that's how it is
And that's how I like it and that's my biz
Chorus
Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast to really grasp though we may try
Deny, till we die, ooh my my
These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
Second by second and minute by minute
"It's like lotto you gotta be" "in it to win it"
Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin 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 Leggo set
One equaling one together like a croquette
Whether we have or have not yet met
It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat
Chorus
[Scratching "Non...stop...hip...hop] (x4)
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 palms 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
Chorus
[Scratching "Can't get enough of that funk"]
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
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
Words comin' 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 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
Can I get a witness to testify?
Open your eyes realize electrify
([Scratching "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
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friends my own worst enemy
Electricity and gravity
Oh my god now take a look at me
My life line'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 friends my own worst enemy
Electricity and gravity
Who is the man coming 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'm a get nice too
You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing
I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin'
One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro
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
I am the maestro!
Our evening began in Peter Scharro's comfortable study
In his New York townhouse where the candle light was just right
The Hi-Fi was in the background and the wine was delicious
What's the secret, Peter? Naturally, I'll say it's the wine
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home
They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home
[Into]
MCA- Yo I don't hang out with those guys,
man I aint got nothing to do with those dudes.
Adrock- Man I saw your female with too, whats up wit her?
Mike D- I hear that she's been giving that stuff out
to all them graffiti guys.
MCA- Yo shut the fuck up chico man!
Adrock- I'd paint three of those murals for some of that ass.
Mike D- Professor, whats another word for pirate treasure?
Professor- Why I think it's booty
[verse1] [King Adrock]
Yes, I got more bounce to the fucking bumpin
And you wanna know why because I'm mother fucking truckin
I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate
I got supplies of beats, so you don't have to wait
Cuz' I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet cuz it hasta
So light a match to my ass cause I'm blowin up
I'd like thank you people for just showin up
But now I want y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just proove it
Said I'm smurfin' not rehearsin', getting live y'all
A little puffy so you know what I'm doing right
Cuz' that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin and it's back again
So don't touch me, cause I'm electric
And if you touch me you'll shocked!(echoes out)
[verse 2] [Mike D]
You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You got the boomin system but it's blastin out doo
Do you think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down YOO-HOO
I been through many times for which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me, has always been music
We got our studio, it's under the G
It's no question lifes been good to me
Cuz' life aint nothing but a good groove
A good mix tape to put you in the right mood
Said, this one goes out to my man the groove merchant
Coming through with beats, for which I been searchin'
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 in my low-rider bicyle!(echoes out)
[verse 3] [M.C.A]
So many wack m.c's, you get that T.V. bozak
Aint even gonna call out your names cuz ya' so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You shoulda' never started something you couldn't finish
Cuz' writing rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bas ass, move ya' fat ass, cuz your wack son
Dancing around like you think your Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some kinda' walk
I'll pull a rug out from undereath your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an m.c. at the fever in the d.j. booth
With your head phones strapped, ya' rocking rewind pause
Trying to figure out what you to do to go for yours
But, like a pencil to a 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
Cuz ya' shit'll be stinking when I go for mine
And that's right y'all
Don't get uptight y'all
You say shit when I bite, when I write y'all
And that's wrong y'all
Over the long haul
Pow!
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
Namaste
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 a voice 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
Good Morning, Time to get up and go to work
I Ride On The Bus Into The City Everyday
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
Well,
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
'Cause I'm a come inside and do my thing
I'm gonna take off my drawers and let myself swing
Tantalize my tummy with a boo boo snack
But now I got to get back
Gonna break it down to the nitty grit
Gonna tell you motherfuckers Why you ain't shit
'Cause suckers like you Just make me strong
When you're popping 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 drive through world it just ain't right
Gonna run to Joe and Tony's And get my hair cut nice
Well come on y'all and let's work it out
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, yeh
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
So Mike D What's Up Yo Yauch What's Up Come On Mike Let's
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many
Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You
Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build
You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's
His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing
Onions 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
Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New
Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In
The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My
Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day
I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet
Well Mike D What 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 I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't
Even Rocked 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 Got Every Type Of
Flavor 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
Yo Yauch What's Up Mike D What's Up Come On Yauch, Let's Tear
It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of
Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme
Off The Tip Of My Tongue 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 Busting 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 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
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 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
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
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight
Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
Ain't nobody got to yell I can see
Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear
But if I have to I'll yell in your ear
Time for living
Time for giving
Ain't nobody to 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 got no water
Time for living time for giving
No time for making up a monster to sell
Time for living time for giving
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
Beastie Boys/Nishita/Hall)
Agh,
Sad crew, sad crew
Hey ya'll 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 sham me for what's wrong
Nutin' man
You alright
High
You high
Alright fuck it them I'm gonna goin you with one in five minutes alright
Enough talk, let's start fighting...
What kind of nobility is that huh
If you wanna find out, try me, Haaa
I know......
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
I know I know I know
Agh yea...
Let me pass it to my man mudfoot
How you feel mudfoot
I'm gonna lay some funky beats on you right now
Yea you can't front on that
That funky, am I right M.C.A.
"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"
"Any funky now"
"Any funky you now"
"Hey ladies, break dance"
"Girl.. I been watchin' you"
"Girls girls girls girls"
"She thinks shes 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"
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 puttin' me on, is this true, now who is it
Called your crib, got a clickin 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 dropin 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 your 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 worlds discuss
Your sisters 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 give away cause we're givin 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, lets 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 your her brother
But your sisters 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 havin 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 chillin in the basement, drinkin' Red Wipple
After a while my head between pink nipples
Grabbin 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 takin 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 sisters cheap
The Beastie Boys just made a clean sweep
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 miss two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kinda jerk
You gotta fight
For your right
To Party
Your pop caught you smoking man 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 gotta fight
For your right
To Party
You gotta fight
Toss you 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 gotta fight
For your right
To Party
You gotta fight
For your right
To Party
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty
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
Yea son - changes we go through
Catch a bad one - think the world owes you
Yea son - what do you owe me?
Catch a bad one, c'mon son show me
Yea Son - Till the day is done
Catch a bad one - time to pay attention
Yea 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
Yea son - what in the fuck the world owes you?
Catch a bad one - when nothing goes through
Yea son - All about the c.r.e.a.m.
Catch a bad one - things are not as they seem
Yea Son - here your moms comes
"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"
M.c. for what I am and do
The a is for adam and the lyrics; true
So as 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 m.c.
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 a bard but not the last one
I'm my own 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 runnin's 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 the
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 in 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 am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though somebody were 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
Now who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight?
The christian coalition and the right wing
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 focused
Government like a locust
Are we gone or just going?
Time to act on what we be knowin' you 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, we got the
Eyes on the prize and never vain
Take the bull by the reins
If you want it be the change
Like Gandhi and M L K
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 and 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 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, we got the
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 got the
We got the, we got the
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 makes them grow
So how can anyone be an island on their own?
Does 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 I seeing truth or do I just see wool?
Boys out pushin' me Friday night intimacy
Goin' out the family boar another dead through this door
They said, "yo yo from the CIA" they're goin'
"Yo yo" what an artist said they're goin'
"Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo"
Brad's off twistin' a win and I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late on Friday night transit cop lookin' to fight
He said, "yo yo from the CIA"
"Yo yo" what an artist said they're goin'
"Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo"
Don't hit fudgin' I'm fuckin' stupid roll up fight
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 Got To Prove
Moving Like An Elephant, That's Your Favorite Move
Tough Guy, Your Shit Is Going Out
Tough Guy
Box Me Out With Your Fat Ass
Throw Me Around Like A Bounce Pass
You've Got A Tombstone Hanging Over Your Dick
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, You'll Stop Me From Living B
Tough Guy, Tough Guy
Tough Guy, You're Shit Is Weak
Tough Guy, You Fucking Freak
Tough Guy, I'll Stick Your Shit
Featuring: Nas
Mic check, mic check
One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, 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 got somethin' on your mind, let it out
Yo, I been in the game since before you was born
I might still be emceein' even after you're gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so
On and on until the crack of dawn
Until the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, and I emcee 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
Oh, 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 crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs
I have carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to hear your racket
You work with 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, oh, when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist
Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop
Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books
Nasty Nas, what's the word, count it off on the hook
Let's go! One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, 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 got somethin' on your mind, let it out
'Cause this the type of lyric 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 on off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I outta charge a tax for every weak rap
I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack
To all you crab rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor
I take the cake, I stole the mold
The golden microphone, well that's mine to hold
And why all these biters all up in my crotch space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'
I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways
Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song finished, y'all 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, I better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?
Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the makin', and now we're takin'
Titles, awards, and accolades
Scarin' 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 and shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car
One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, 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
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin' with the limericks and we're comin' strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
When it comes to keepin' real I keep it really raw
At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention
That I am 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 MC's are problematic
I love it when you hit those switches
A curve ball's what my pitch is
So here we here we go
Like toe tippy toe
I keep all five boroughs in stitches
The sound sounds sweeter through the echo plex
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
Read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen everybody it's so improved
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 those people you say you hate
Just give it one time for your mind
And let's try to negotiate
And let's try to negotiate
Ah shit.
Woah, what?
Aaaaand front (front), back (back) sucker than a snack pack,
I (I) got (got) lawn mower whack (whack),
Get (get) down (down) grade A ground (round),
Sound that you're loving giving (giving) us a pound (pound),
Full (full) force (force) meets a (meets a) dope jam,
All (all) night (night) listening to dope man,
You can (you can) say (say) yes we're looking pretty (pretty)
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
And 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
As the earth spins into brand new day
I see the light on the horizons'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
Contemplation time, intuition time
Evolution time, 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' throught me
Takin' control of my soul
I can't hold back I've got to let go
Stand together people come together now
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, electromagnetic 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
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 (Miracle) Whip appeal
Who made you the judge an jury
Ain't you never heard of privacy
What makes this world
So sick and evil
Ummmm.... yea 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
Aghhh..
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
Whooo, awwghoo..
Mike D. is in love with you
Aghhhhoooo..
Yea 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
Yea, I remember the first time I saw you
And you were standin there lookin all lovely and everything
I went over, you know
And I started smellin your ass
And then Ricky Powell came over
You know, started doin the A.T.D. and everyting
Agh... Yeah baby...
Girl you know it's true
Mike D. is in love with you
Is in love with you baby, whooo, 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 auhnn..
Mike D. is in love with you
Ouhhh..
Girl you know it's true
It's so true now baby..
Oghhh... it's true it's true it's true
Mike D. is in love with you
I love you... aghooo...
Girl you know it's true
You know alot of MC's these days
They make records about, you know
Women taken over the money
Hey, you know I'm straight up honest
I just be leachin off my girl, you know
Just leachin 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 havin' money in the pocket
You know..
Agh yea..
Agh Mike D. Mike D. Mike D. Mike D. Mike D...
I'd like to welcome everybody to the
Quiet Mike D. swarm
Starrin' Mike D.
Featuring Mike D.
And, agh, 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
Unstopable, Achnicolus
Liz Clayborn, Coochie,Your mother
Girl you know it's true
That's right, baby
When you weren't lookin'
When you went out shoppin that day
Your mother came over
She was lookin' 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
Aaghh yeah...
Mm 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
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 Ad Rock
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 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
Hey 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
Got the new dance they calls the Brass Monkey
Because I'm hard hittin', always bitten, cool as hell
I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell
Sittin' around the house, gettin' high watchin' tube
I'm eating Colonel's chicken, drinkin' Heineken brew
I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the King of the Ave
I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have
All the fine ladies are makin' a fuss
We come on the Sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
The first mate he got drunk
Broke in the captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B's sails
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up
I wanna go home, let me go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B's sails
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I'm Mike D and I'm bustin' out trap kits
The time has come so I'm going to rap this
You Rip Van Winkle now you're gonna wake up
Mc's pick up a hobby that you're gonna take?
I'm on the stage I'm known to break fool
But when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule
Workin' on my game 'cause it's there to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax bob mack
Up to the top, to the very last drop
I'm making bunk from the rhymes I make
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MC's wont you gather round
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
So I let it pull through when it comes to me
Let it go down like it's supposed to be
Words together like birds in a flock
Yes, rhymes on time like the hands on a clock
Well I'm an epileptic, a skept-a-cleptic
I'm cutting up the beats from Van Halen
I fucked around and then I lost my tooth
I'm telling everybody it's the goddamned truth
Like Dennis Coffey I'm a Scorpio
Like my man Schneider, I'm a super hoe
Making mountains out of molehills and rockin' some mo' skills
Butt naked beats with butt naked 'cause
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Welcome, welcome, welcome back
I don't sell bullets and I don't sell crack
Rub a little oil on my neck and back
Now listen baby doll we outta hit the sack
The original young Aboriginal
Continued evolution of an individual
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It's 1992 and still no one to vote for
Well my words are what I'm seeing through my own eyes
A little vision of the truth in this 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
I got the skills to pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills
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 wanna know
The girlie was Def and she wanted to go
I think her name is Lucy but they all call 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's 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 by 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
Asked her to come home and she couldn't say, "No!"
We got the crib - there's Adam and D.
We didn't say a word - they just stared at me
I said, "I don't know her 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 naked in the middle of the floor
She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers
The mirror, the TV, the guitar cord
My remote control and my old skateboard
She robbed us blind - she took all we owned
Well chillin on the corner this one time (time)
Coolin at the party and runnin that line (line)
Smokin my crack saying them rhymes (rhymes)
Countin my bank just to pass the time
Met a young girl throwin 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 fuckin face (face)
Well chillin at the corner this one time (time)
Coolin at the party and runnin them lines (lines)
Smokin my crack saying my rhymes (rhymes)
Countin 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 fuckin face (face)
Well chillin at the corner this one time (time)
Coolin at the party and runnin lines (lines)
Smokin my crack and saying my rhymes (rhymes)
Countin 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 fuckin face
Well...
Well chillin on the corner just one time (time)
Coolin at the party I'm runnin them lines (lines)
Smokin that crack saying them rhymes (rhymes)
Countin my bank just to pass the time
Met a young girl throwin that base 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 motherfuckin face (face)
Well chillin at the corner this one time (time)
Coolin at the party and running my line (line)
Smokin my crack saying my rhymes (rhymes)
Countin my bank just to pass that time
Met a young girl that threw some base 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 fuckin face
Well...
While chillin at the corner this one time (time)
Coolin at the party and runnin my lines (lines)
Smokin my crack and saying my rhymes (rhymes)
Countin 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
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 gettin 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 counterfit
I can play the drums, I can play gituar
Not just b-boys, but real rock stars
Rock, rock rock...
When we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck
You'll walk the plank for your dis
Respect, 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 rythms for fanitic freaks
Some people say this has been done
We're hear we're now
And the battles won
Fists...
Fists of fury in an MC 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 rythms rather write rhymes
He writes his and I write mine
Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and ronkis
We're from Manhatten, 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...
Poose
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
LOV 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 the got style
Riot fight
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
And now my name is Adrock, I've got a story to tell
And when I rock the crowd, with 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
Oh, with the cornbread stuffin', with the Blimpie Bluffin
Mother fuckin' Yosi with his goddamn muffins
Hey, could you please pass me the peas?
And let me get a tissue if you think you'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
And 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 rehashin' 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 a 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, 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 'cause I'm back in
The game of hip hop representing Manhattan
Now push the pause button, then start ducking
Shh, you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton, E.F. shh
"All aboard, track 17, all aboard'"
Yeehaw!
Now this song is dedicated
To all the hard workin' pioneers of this country
Setting out discovering the West
Bringin' a railroad to where no man has ever been before
Johnny he worked on a railroad
A poundin' on iron and steel
Workin' his way out West now
The only sure thing's his next meal
America was young
But she was a growin'
Layin' tracks across the prairie
Not knowing where they're going
His momma didn't wanna' leave him
But now he's in the West
She said, "Please don't go"
But he said, "If I don't I'll never rest"
It wasn't always easy
Some of the boys died
Johnny wrote her letters
But he received no replies
Johnny he worked on a railroad
A poundin' on iron and steel
Workin' his way out West now
The only sure thing's his next meal
Johnny reached San Francisco
Tired and broke without a dime
Started panning for gold
Just a hopin' he would find
The gold wasn't a rushin'
But Johnny kept on minin'
Trying to send his Mama something
With the letters he was signing
Then one day Johnny finally got a reply
When he opens Mama's letter, he began to cry
She's a writin' from her deathbed and this is what she said
"Please don't be mad at me son 'cause tomorrow I'll be dead"
Johnny he worked on a railroad
A poundin' on iron and steel
Workin' his way out West now
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 Ad Rock, 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's on my tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself, without nobody
The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' 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"
And I 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 got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here? An outlaw and his beer?
I run this land, you understand? I made 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 and 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 whiffle ball bat
So I'm on the run, the cop got my gun
And right about now, it's time to have some fun
The King Ad Rock, 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-bumpin' and the girlies was hot
This dude was starin' like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
MCA said, "Yippee 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, 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 then 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'm going to audition and I do not
think I'll make it, but I do hope that
they do not turn me down
I'm driving to the hill with auntie pat
and uncle bill and I hope I will get a
big huge role
I'm sittin here in polka dots
waitin for my little spot
where I will get one chance to shine
It happened after World War II
when people played a litte game
called soccer
St. Louis beat the English in an
unexpected shock and so they went
on to play Brazil but they lost
I waited for some three hours and
then I heard my name so I rushed
up to the front
They asked me a few questions like
what's your age and backround so I told
them everything that was true
I told them I liked ribbons and pink's my
favorite color and all they had to say was
this: Thank you for time we will call you in a
week or so, but only if you have done good
So I waited patiently for five days
and then I got a little mad but I
did not care that much
A few days later the phone rang
"Your in my movie" said the guy.
"Yes I said, "I love you lots I hope
you do the same to me"
So I went on and filmed the movie
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 MC "A" 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 MC "A" 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
I saw bureaucrat lookin' 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 bureaucrat lookin' 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
Okay, good evening everybody
Everybody ah ready
Did you go pass the leader on the cassette there
Ohh, it's rollin', okay 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, la 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
Ah, felt, felt something very similar to that
And it can uhh, 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 you
You can kiss that old crumb crack guy goodbye
Because you know agh yea baby you know
You're on the one, the funky one, oh baby, yea
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' bout 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
Yea 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, ah lookin' a, ah a little bit lonely and uh
You was squirting the water in the clowns mouth and everything
But hey baby you know I would win the whole prize for you
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 Oakley's, stone wash on
Watching MTV and you watch on
And #1 on the side and don't touch the back
And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack
Mullet head, don't touch the back
Cut the sides, don't touch the back
Cut the sides, don't touch the back
Cut the sides and don't touch the back
Shiny chrome rims never rusted
Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted
Never trusted, mullet head
You know you took that girl to bed
Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night
And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight
You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah
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, stonewash on my cock
Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head
Put me on trial, 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 Casanova
Joey got horny and now he's over
Amy got pissed, shot his wife
Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life
Cut the sides, don't touch the back
The back, the back
Here's another one for y'all to peep
It's called m-i-k-e on the m-i-c.
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 raymond burr
I'm so high that they call me your highness
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
Tee ha oh shut up you pig fucker you're so ugly
Adam, you look like a zebra your mother's a zebra
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 hog wash
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
[Ad-Rock]
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor
Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this
The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this
[Mike D]
Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego
Step off my Seco, dressed up tuxedo
Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino
Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino
[MCA]
I burn the competition like a flamethrower
My rhymes age like wine as I get older
I'm getting bolder, competition is waning
I got the feeling and assume the lane and
[Hook]
We got a party on the left, a party on the right
We gonna party for the motherf-cking right to fight
Make some noise if you're with me
Make some noise if you're with me
[Mike D]
Armed insurrection, popular election
Get paid every year like tax collection
Hear my perfection, rotary connection
Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection
[MCA]
I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed
You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted
And sifted, I'm just whiffed
And when I catch MCs it's time for wing-clipping
[Ad-Rock]
I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle
A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle
My ego is off and running and gone
Cause I'm about the best and if you diss than that's wrong
[Hook]
[MCA]
Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching
Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf
And you can show it to your friends and say "that's my old self"
[Ad-Rock]
Can't do me nothing, can't tell me nada
Don't quote me now because I'm doing the lambada
The forbidden dance, here's my chance
To make romance in my B-boy stance
[Mike D]
Parlay romancing into the financing
Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in, but they never check out
I set the record straight, no doubt
I know where you got to be going but you don't know why
I see things I ought not to know but I can't help life
You never knew my heart for you was monster size
You're a live wire
You're a live wire
Let me know when you wanna 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 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
Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
You know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as your glass of wine
You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
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 bluffin'
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 nothin to tell
Why don't you just go to hell
You ain't got nothing nothing in your head
Odds are coming, you could be dead
Ah, let's get back to my bong..
yea..aah.. it's like..
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 ah what's the White House doin'?
Oh no! Say, what in tarnation have 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
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
Good evening ladies
My name is Roy Cormier
I like it smooth generally
I mean, a lot of fellas, they like it raw
Personally, I prefer smooth
You know, like the coconut lotion
I'm talkin' like I run a lot of productions, company productions
Keepin' it on the smooth, generally
And all of them like it uh
You know, you know with the coconut lotion and all
Keeping it lovely, it's uh, you know, nothing but love knows it baby
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Holy snappers
Holy this, holy that
Holy funky big fat rat
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Kuniff, holy snappers
I like Batman, I like Crass
Robin's got a new bus pass
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Kuniff, holy snappers
Holy this, holy that
Holy funky big fat rat
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Kuniff, holy snappers
I like Batman, I like Crass
Robin's got a new bus pass
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Kuniff, holy snappers
Holy this, holy that
Holy funky big fat rat
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Kuniff, holy snappers
I like Batman, I like Crass
Robin's got a new bus pass
Holy piss, holy crappers
Jill Kuniff, holy snappers
Hello brooklyn
New york new york it's a hell of a town
The bronx is up and I'm brooklyn down
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
I cut my boss cause I don't care
You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
Like a buffalo soldier I'm broader than broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack bonanza
If you ask a question 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
Yes you got a boyfriend and indeed his name is slick nick
That is why annabelle you're caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
Finger Licken, Finger Licken Good Y'all
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up?
Come On Mike Let's Tear It Up
Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit
So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It
Keyboard Money Mark You Know He's Not Having It
Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build You A Cabinet
I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off
I Think It's His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off
Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing Onions
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 Getting Souped Up
It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter
Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After
I'll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto
They'll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto
Now Here's Another Special Of The Day
I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet
Well Mike D What 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
I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked
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
Got Every Type Of Flavor 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
Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up?
Come On Yauch, Let's Tear It Up
I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark
Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park
'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue
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 Busting 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
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
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 they cracked on Mojo's back, go
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Gonna fight, gonna fight, gonna egg raid tonight
Gonna fight, gonna fight, gonna egg raid tonight
Mercy
Now ADRock and MCA
The pass
So Mike D
M I K E
It's like that y'all and you don't quit (x4)
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
We're 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 allright
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
So pass the pen and then pass the pad
Like DJ Run there was nothin' ever like (??)
The sex rhyme kid is back in the panic
Gonna drop the ball on my damn mechanic
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' rhymed in the mind, two hits in a car
Put my pager on private, 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 stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated
Realized I was trying to get my brain notated
Ah-ha!
Yeah this is dedicated to all you backstabbing fools out there
There's gonna be hell to pay I catch up with you
Think I don't know? I know what you're up to!
Yeah pretty boys...
Don't let the air outta my tires - hoo-hoo
Don't like dealin' with no liars - hoo-hoo
I'm not the type to turn a blind eye
When you're asleep I'm gonna catch you guy
Don't pass me boy you got a-something to say
Go tell 'em now on a rainy day
Talk is cheap, yours ain't worth a dime
Jump on my back I'm gonna whip your behind
Got eyes in the back of my head and ears for miles
You're gonna pay the piper with your lyin' smile
You tried to knock a train off the track
You shaved my head and then stabbed me in the back
Four days in a row and my tires is flat
I pity the fool and I'm-a trap that rat
When I catch that pretty boy, I tell ya what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna hitch him on my pickup truck and make him pay his dues
Don't let the air outta my tires - hoo-hoo
Don't like dealin' with no liars - hoo-hoo
I'm not the type to turn a blind eye
When you're asleep I'm gonna catch you guy
Play a solo
Messin' with me like something you never had
Like a buckin' bull when I get mad
Hit 'em with my truck and you get high
You can run whenever you want, but you're gettin' hogtied
Messin' with me you're gonna pay a price
It happens all the time, son, and I ain't that nice
Don't let the air outta my tires - hoo-hoo
Don't like dealin' with no liars - hoo-hoo
I'm not the type to turn a blind eye
When you're asleep I'm gonna catch you guy
One more time now boys!
Don't let the air outta my tires - hoo-hoo
Don't like dealin' with no liars - hoo-hoo
I'm not the type to turn a blind eye
When you're asleep I'm gonna catch you guy
Like The Black Birds I'm A Do It Fluid
Building Rhymes Like Buildings, Like A Stonehenge Druid
Step Up And Get Enlightened, Educating My Mind
I Play The Tape Forward, It's Not Time To Rewind
Step Inside The Mother Fucker And I Get My Flow On
Amalgamating Styles So I've Got Something To Grow On
Season's Change When It Comes Their Time
Falls Brings The Winter And On Back To Springtime
Well, It's The King Ad Rock And That's Who I Am
Listen All Of 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 Love 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 Vs. The Sumo Wrestler
Got The Beats In Manhatten You Can Hear In Westchester
Well, My Mother Was Born Out In Coney Island
Raised On The L.E.S. Manhatten Island
My Dad Camo Out From Detroit And They Had Me
And Back On Through Ellis Island Goes Through The Family Tree
Well, I'm A Six Point Seven On The Richter Scale
I've 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
You See Me Coming Down The Block With The Funky cuts
You Say Mike D. And I Say Mic These Nuts
I've Got Attractions Like I'm Elvis Costello
Adam Yauch 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 It's All One
My Shit Is On And The Rhyme Style's Kicking
My Brain Is Flowing Honest Like Abe Lincoln
'Cause I'm The Fuckin' Rythm Ace With The Rhyme Selection
Listen All Y'all I Rap With Perfection
Because I Got The Mother Fuckin' Old School Flavor
That You Savor So Watch Your Behavior
Talking Other Dimensions, Levels Higher
Why Did Billy Joel Say We Didn't Start The Fire
Take You To Another Realm, 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 Desig
Glendale Boulevard Boulevard
Glendale Boulevard Is Where I'm At
It's Where I'm At, Where I Live
Check It Out Because My Head Is Like A Siv
I want to take this minute to introduce you to my people
This one is for Sao Paulo
This one's for Bay-town
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, Beijing
The Takei brothers
Cairo, Miami, Xenom
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 pity
Lot's of ways
To deal with it
Gotta deal with it
Deal, 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
Who's Country Mike?
I'm Country Mike
Where's Country Mike?
Here's Country Mike
Who's Country Mike? Ooh!
I'm Country Mike
You're Country Mike?
I'm Country Mike
Read those boys the news
Read those boys the news
Read those boys the news
Read those boys the news
Who's Country Mike?
I'm Country Mike
Where's Country Mike?
Here's Country Mike
Woo!
Well I am Country Mike and I'd like to say hello
To the black, the white, the red and the green, the purple and yellow
But first I gotta bang-bang, stomp my boots, movin' to the country beat
Catfish and corn bread is what I love to eat
But so far ya heard my voice, yes it ain't no riddle
Right now I'm gonna introduce my man Slim on the fiddle
Yee-hah!
Woo!
Ah-ha!
Come on now boys
Well - ranch house, barnyard, at the ro-day-o
Ranch house feel lot actin' up c'mon, now dosey-do
Say C-O-U-N-T-R-Y to all the people's delight
I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call-a Country Mike
My name is known all over the world, by the cityfolk and the cowgirl
I'm going down in history as the baddest cowboy there ever could be
Got Greg on the bass, Slim on the fiddle
I got the down home music and you're partin' in the middle
Just throw your hands up in the air
While you're dancin' to the beat shake your derriere
See yee-hah! - yee-hah!
Say yee-hah! C'mon
Yee-hah!
Yeah Mike
Yee-hah - sounds good
Now, I'd like to thank the Lord Jesus Christ for helpin' my family gather around here today and puttin' all this great food on our table and I just hope He's just as generous to all the other fine country families out there on this special day.
We're havin' a country Christmas - I hope you'll have one too
Santa Claus is bakin' biscuits - what did he bake for you?
Daddy's got the fire a-blazin' - it's such a fine sight to see
Now all the cow hands are amazin' - and Santa left a gift for me
It's a country, country Christmas - people are gathered around
Country, country Christmas - baby Jesus is in town
And Santa gave Daddy some whiskey - an iron's what he gave to my mom
I promise ol' Kris Kringle - I write a song a night on my guitar
Turkey with all the fixins' - thank the Lord for all-a my food
For the wise men and the manger - to this game I'll always stay true
Well it's a country, country Christmas - sleigh bells and reindeer
Country, country Christmas - just good old family cheer
Woo!
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
Goldfronts combined
Then go back, go way back
Something passed that you lack
Well, I've got brand new
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
Goldfronts combined
Then go back, go way back
Something passed that you lack
Well, I've got brand new
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
Dear Alex and Marilyn
They're Lovey and Thurston howellin
The grasshopper unit is prowellin
And Rufus is back home growellin
For all of y'all that are 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
His name plate medallion
Says never trust a hal 9000
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 non violent
Rewind the tape and punch me in
Like Chuck D with the where you never been I'm in
I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin'
Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it
Ooh my my something's really wrong
The p.a. sound is deafenin
Bitin MCs I'm oustinin
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
The basslines Yauch just lays in
This song is the grass you're grazin
Add a little flange and phase in
Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin
I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin
They're gonna put me in the b.i.n.
And if I die notify the next of kin
"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?"
Good evening and welcome to Beastie Revolution
Bim bim bim Ibi Ibi bim
Bum mamama milly milly ma yea
Ma Ma mily Ma ma mily
Bim bim bim pouw
How many in your party please
Ibi yea
All the ancient chinese rastafarian..
The man called Gurie yea 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, Rastafariyeah
I don't like that
Da Bum ma mily mily bily bum bim bim
Dum Dum dadum mamily mily bum
Yea say we have mi, we have mi Michael yea
We say we have mi adam yea
We say we have mi Kate
We're the Beastie Boys
We are gonna have a Beastie revolution yea
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 yea
One two a burrito outta you
Ma mann ma mann
Man on guitar
Beastie - eastie -astie
Beastie revolution
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm a' set straight, this watergate
I can't stand rocking 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 fucking thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage
So listen up 'cause you can't say nothin'
You'll shut me down with a push of your button
But 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
You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now it's sabotage
Our backs are now against the wall
Listen all of y'all it's a sabotage (x4)
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm a' set straight this watergate
I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgraced 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
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Listen you all New Yorkers
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 Deuce was all porno flicks
Running home after school to play pix
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 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
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
New York
New York
Because I Grab The Microphone And I Pick It Up
And Then I Fuck It Up And Then I Turn It In
And Then I Turn It Out, Got The Body Rockin' Sound
And Then You Know I'm Gonna Get Down And
Eat A Scooby Snack And Take Disco Nap
Because I'm Shopping At Sears, 'Cause I Don't Buy At The Gap
Sending This One Out To All The Funky Inspirations
Pretty Purdie On The Drums With The Beat Relations
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 Coming 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
Alright Hear This
I 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
'Cause The Shit Gets Complicated Now I've Got To Get Back
As We Learn To Breed Love For One Another
In These Times Of Melying Cultures
I Give Respect For What's Been Borrowed And Lent
I Know This Music Comes Down From African Descent
Because 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
I Gotta Give Thanks To My Man Archie Shep
For Staying True To Inspiration And I Don't Half Step
So I Kick Out The Jams And Tell You Who I Am
And I Talk To The People Like Les Mccann
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 The Strong As Well As the Dearanged
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
I'm Bugging Off Yusef Lateef
I Got A Match To My Ass And I'm A Keep It Lit
I Need To Get Some Cash, Call My Accountant Britt
I'm Rushing Around Town Taking Care Of My Functions
Always Got One More Thing So Forget About 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
Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models
Deep in Brooklyn I rode the L's
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 sta e?
Ho fato molte telefonate
I said oops, gotcha clutch like Piazza
Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh
Holler back challah bread next
We are the crew who 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 MC's 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
Round house kick the mic out your hand
Drunken mantis, my name brand
So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand
And I'm hip top 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
If you sell our C.D.s on Canal before we make 'em
And serve you on a platter like steak 'em
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
Soft 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 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
Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera man
Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor
So get that money out of your ass you whore
I brought her upstairs onto the roof
I dogged your wife and she is a doofus
What goes around, comes around
Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got
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
You reap what you sow when you plant the seed
Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto
Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto
What goes around, comes around
Kickin' lyrics right to your brain
When you hear this sayin'
You'll be right as rain
If you, if you, wanna know, wanna know
The real deal about the three
Well, let me tell you we're triple trouble y'all
We're gonna bring you up to speed, check it out
'Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser
Ain't sellin' 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 or wheelie one wheel
This is like havin' a delicious meal
And when I move in the crowd, well that's a must
I got some words that apply to us and that's
Mesmerizing, tantalizing
Captivate up all global spices
If you, if you, wanna know, wanna know
The real deal about the three
Well, let us tell you we're triple trouble y'all
We're gonna 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 the I-me, got to stop stingin'
The source of the problem is at the origin
You've got lyrics that have got me cringin'
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 y'all
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 comin' out the brain
'Nuff beats to drive you insane
'Nuff moves to make your neck crane
'Nuff skills 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 trot-e or maybe not-e
'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body
Well, 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 y'all
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 like to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic, I just say my rhymes
And I'm not out on bail, the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life, and I won't go to jail
I'm cool, calm, collected, from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D, and MCA, 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
Walkin' in my Gucci, it's about that time
Walkin' in my Gucci, it's about that time
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 Phillis Diller
MCA take a stand, man in command
Homeboy, turn it out, 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. Air
The famous Mr. Air
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
Man, 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 Ad Rock 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, because I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike D, as you can see and I can do the jerk
MCA, Ad Rock, 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
Now what's the time?
("Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike calling from
Sacramento. Um...ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, maybe on
some tracks...I've got some shit right here, if you could-
[Scratching]
My turntable's through a wah-wah pedal...
[Scratching continues]
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 awhile
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
Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice
Cause when it's time to rhyme you know I get noice
Cruising like a fan boat on the glade
He'll tweak ass your ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting down with no delay
Mix Master Mike, what cha got to say?
("Bug out!" "To!" "The mic" "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
You know we break it down going toe to toe
The bass is booming from down below
And Norton is chillin with Mario
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
But don't get mad cause I gots to go
Three MCs 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
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified
I never wanna let a bad day slip by
Now, we be getting stupid in your area
Causing all kinds of hysteria
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 it's the place to be
To all the party people who are happy and 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 you got to say?
("God damn that DJ made my day!")
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 US Nation needs show restraint
Oh no way, what's that you say?
The UN don't mean nothin to the USA?
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 USA
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 their dialing
So be careful what you say up on the internet
We got a nosey 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, lets 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
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 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 Cutting Off Your Nose To Spite Your Face
And At The End Of The Wars, What Was The Cost
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've Learned From Them
I Just Try To Stay Present Right Here, Right Now
No Worries, No Fears And Without Any Doubts
It's About Time
'Cause In These Times, These Changing Times
A Transition Is Occuring And I Am Not Blind
As The Pendlum 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 Bull Shit, Just Speaking My Mind
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 horizon and expanding the perameter
Expanding the rhymes of sucka MC amateurs
Naugels, Issac Newton a scientific E.Z.
Ben Franklin with the kite, getting over with the key
Now rock, shocker the mike of the many times, times the times tables
Rock well to tell the spell all of the old fables
Cuz I be dropping the new science and I be kicking the new k-nowledge
An MC to a degree that you can't get in college
Now the drags of the Earth and the EGGS that I eat
I got tacks through my hands and one through my feet
Shea Stadium the radium, E.M.D. squared
Kicked out of the Palledium, 'dja think that I cared?
It's the sounds...of science, the sounds...of science
(Ad Rock)
Rope-a-Dope!
the newest in new, "right up to your face and dissed you"
waxin' and milkin' all of you square heads...
Time and money for girls covered with honey
You lie and aspire to be as cunning
Reelin' and rockin' and rollin' B sized D cup
Order the quarter deluxe, why don'tcha wake up
My mind is kinda flowing like an oil projector
Had to get up and get the Jimmy protector
Went bezerk 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 whatcha like
Drunk as a skunk am I from celebration
To peep that freak unique penetration
Well I figured out who makes the crack it's
The suckas with the badges and the blue jackets
Proffesor of science cuz I keep droppin' it
I smell weak cuz y'all keep poppin' it
People always ask me what's the phenomenon
Yo what's up? Yo what's goin' on
No one really knows what I'm talkin' about
And yeah that's right my name's Yauch...
[DJ scratching]
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 up on the dance floor
Cuz I'm gonna die, gonna die one day
Cuz I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way
Not like a roach or a peace of toast
I'm goin' out first class, ain't goin' out coach
Rock my Adidas, never rock Filas
[I do not sniff the coke, I only smoke the sinsemilla]
Well with my nose I knows and with my scope I scopes
What I live I write and that's strictly rope
I got science for any occasion
Postulating theorems formulating equasions
Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard
Eat a chicken gizzard with a girl named Lizzy
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot
I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo
I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu
I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee
And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey
Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three
If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me
I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And
I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And
Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go
Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose
I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go
'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario
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
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot
Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums
Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm
Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And
On The Microphone I Come Correct
Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop
Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box
I've Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs
And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share
I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It
Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit
Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes
I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate
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 Quitting, So Won't You Listen
Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time
'Cause 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 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 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 Watching My T.V.
I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD
I'm That Kid In The Corner
All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna
Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting
Think I'm Gonna 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 Nations
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' 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
Jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing smoking
Also finger popping
Two bums fucking I seen them rocking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
Read the New York, Post Fulton, St. Downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going placed on the D-Train
French trench coat wing tip going to work
Pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong doors
Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
$50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise the Lee's creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
Elevated platform 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 readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from El Barrio
Went from the station straight to Orange Julius
Face down don't turn around
listen to the bass pound
from all type of angles
this ain't no star spangled banner
more juice than tropicana
Rock from New York to Savannah
Cause it's Macka Framma?
When I go to a show
Some run some come plenty have fun
To watch a nig get dumb
the right way, the hype way, the tight way
You're fucking right that I might say...
Chorus
Fronters get confronted while stunts get stunted
And my homies get blunted while the rats get hunted
so if you want it here it is so put em up or shut em up
Smack'em down and I'll yell pick'em up so get'em up
word em up, as I fuck it up I tear it up
so listen up and don't move just play the groove
Don't dime when I crime cause kid that's
Fessin' up but when I pull out my mag
Just raise em up
Chorus
One to the Three to the motherfuckin' two
and you don't know what I'ma do
that's because you're new but
I got the kaya ta make you feel higher
so say what you want you motherfuckin' liar
Don't mean to boast I don't mean to brag but I got the grab bag
Of funky shit you wish you had
But It's the pace that we gotta pick up so stickem up
hands high reach for the sky
but don't try to get fly cause it's easy to die
Just like a blink of an eye when the shots rang
Boom bang rat ta tat tat
watch your back cause I'm coming black
kill that yig yag put the money in the bag
Pass the zags with the Billboard Mag
But freeze feel the breeze if ya sneeze than you're shot
Now ya gotta run what'cha got
Squirrels,
All we really are is Squirrels,
We're being hunted we are Squirrels,
We are appealing we are Squirrels,
We want to gather nuts,
But, people splatter our guts,
When they're on a country drive,
It isn't easy to survive,
Just the other day,
I saw a squirrel get blown away,
They served him on a dinner tray,
They baked him into a souffle,
Squirrel season opens up today,
If you're a squirrel run away,
I don't know what else I should say,
Please call the A.S.P.C.A.
Fur coats from us are made,
Fur is nice but, I like suede,
They scrape our fur off with a blade,
And never bother with first aid,
We squirrels really like to play,
And we like to catch some rays,
Please don't kill us this we pray,
We're cute and harmless anyway,
Squirrels!,
We're not delicious,
Squirrels!,
We are not racoons,
Squirrels!,
Don't live in palm trees,
Squirrels!,
are in your bathrooms!
Squirrels!,
That's all we really are is squirrels,
Isn't it fine I am a squirrel,
Please help us save us,
We are squirrels!,
I wanna whip out my, squirrel!
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Squirrels!,
Just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating Crazy Cheese like you'd think I'm from Paris
You know I get fly you, think I get high you know that I'm gone
And I'm a tell you all why, so tell me who are you dissing?
Maybe I'm missing the reason that you're smiling or wilding
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 whatcha want?
You're so funny with the money that you flaunt
Where'd you get your information from
You think that you can front when revelation comes
You can't front on that
Well they call me Mike D the ever loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee, I'm the metro politician
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 topping
Goin' from mic to mic kickin' it wall to wall
Well I'll be calling out you people like a casting call
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 coming off
As you can bet I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind
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 so whatcha want?
Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach in my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long leaner victor the cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardenia
I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason but no cause
So 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
Now get busy
Now once upon a time up on this mic
MC's be really workin' 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 takin' their toll and
What we do now is future mouldin'
Columbine bowlin', childhood stolen
We need a bit more gun controllin'
Right now
What is goin' on?
We gotta get it goin' on
Before 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 US attackin' other nations
And narration on every station
False election's got me losing my patience
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 now
What is goin' on?
We gotta get it goin' on
Before 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 now
What is goin' on?
We gotta get it goin' on
Before it's too far gone
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
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
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
We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock
We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top
M.C.A., 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 P.C.P. or L.S.D. just me Mike D. in the place to be
This is not for free you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a C.O.D.
The beat is slow in order to dance
I wanna hear I dos and no I can'ts
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
Everybody get down, huh
Everybody get down, huh
Everybody get down, huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam
I sneak a chicken tikka Masala
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, tomatoes and Munster on rye
All this cheese is gonna make me cry
Gorgonzola, Provolone
Don't even get me started on this microphone
I 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
I can't keep a catalog up on the shelf
You know 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
Posin' 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
I've got rhymes for jerks that's bringin' on drama
Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama?
Goodness gracious golly gee!
Shazam! Freak out with the genie
Everybody get down, huh
Everybody get down, huh
Everybody get down, huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
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
staying up all night
so like a pimp I'm pimpin'
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
oowah oowah is my disco call
MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines I bust rhymes I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
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 beaches 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 DJ's he'll take 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 peakin' or freakin' but I rock well
The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mangos
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rump
Full Clout y'all
Full Clout y'all
And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out y'all
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
Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip no skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Whoo 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
I Kick It Root Down
I Put My Root Down
It's Not A Put Down
I Put My Foot Down
And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down
Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance
Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science
I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman
I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin'
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
And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down
I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down
I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down
Come Up Representing From The Upper West
Money Makin' 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
Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys
Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py
'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born
but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone
You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic
A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic
But We Break It From The Root When We Kick It On Down
Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound
Ad Rock Don't Stop, Just Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc
I'll Fill You With 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 Beastie Boys You Know We Come To 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 Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic
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 Sky Scrapes
Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know
Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due
M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You
Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight
"If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright"
I'm Feeling Good To Play A Little Music
Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It
And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On
A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone
I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom
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 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 M.C.'s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking
Ho ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
I've been drinking 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
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
Re-mote, control
Remote 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
That's all that you've got left in the end
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
Re-mote, control
Re-mote, control
Re-mote, control
Re-mote, control
Things get hectic quick
All of the sudden I'm in the thick
Too much drama all around
Distractions booming in sensuround
Like a rainy day's Earth won't sit still
Sliding on down a hill
Sometimes life seems to stall
So never be ungrateful y'all
So I got a little something for your pay per view
Like Don King I've got the crazy hair do
We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Keep it on and shockin' the place
Well, I'm MCA, I got nothing to prove
Pay attention, my intention is to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
Well, I'm Mike D, I've got the deuces wild
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
I'm schoolin' in the boys' room, coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class knows that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall, man, I should of outta hit him
Had the fresh rhymes, and the kid cold bit 'em
Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
While you were at the 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
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 mike in my hand 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, so watch me get busy y'all
Get-get-get busy y'all
Get-get-get busy y'all
You're a fake wearer sucker whose gold got busted
Busted, rusty, busted, rusty
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
Mustard, mustard, mustard, mustard
You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted
Busted, busted, busted, busted
Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted
'Sgusted, 'sgusted, 'sgusted
I'm from downtown, from the city of Manhattan
I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
Well, we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew
Caught you poppin' that week and you must have been dusted
Dusted, dusted, dusted, dusted
Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it, flushed it
If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece
If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least
What's Running 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 M.C. Y'All
My Name Is M.C.A. 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 'Til Your Hair Turns Grey
So, What You Sayin'? I Explode On Site
I'm Like Jimmy Walker I'm Dynomite
And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic
To 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 Going 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'm A Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out
But 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
Everybody's Rapping 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
And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To The A
So What's Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A.
I've Been Coming 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 My Brother Adrock C'mon 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 Ad-Rock Huh? And M.C.A. Yeh?
Let's Rock This Joint In The Old School Way
Well I'm On 'Til The Crack Of Dawn
Mowing Down M.C.'s Like I'm Mowing A Lawn
I Go Off Like Nothing 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 M.C. Who Acts Like A Clown
But For Now, I'd Like To Ask You How
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
Agh yea - Agh Yea
Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa
Ta-daaa Agh yea yo Ta-daaa Agh yea
Say Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa
Ta-daaa Agh yea Ta-daaa Agh yea
Say Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea
Say Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea
Say Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea
Agh, ohh, Aghhh...
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...
Agh 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, by
Fine man, just get outta hear man
You don't know how to produce a record no how
Just take a walk, man
Yea we don't even need you here in the studio
We can do it better ourselves
And Burzootie, your not even helpin' anyway
So you get out
Word man
That's right man, you guys didn't even, agh, look at this man
Look at this man they didn't even turn on the boombox...
Agh man, word man
Aghhh...
Yea...
Oh wait, hold up man
Where's the funky bass at
Agh the bass man
The funky bass
Yo I hook it up, I hook it up
Yea, word Rick
Agh yea
Agh 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
"OK"
Ooooooah-kaaaaay!
[MCA]
You talk and talk and you just can't stop
Every word comes to mind –
It's a crock
What you say
Is lackluster
I thrash emcees who try to bring a filibuster
[Ad-Rock]
Yeah, right, get OK
Tell me somethin' new to start the day
Said see you later
When you comin' home?
It's a gift, it's a curse, it's a telephone
[Mike D]
Now let's start over with a nice clean slate
Please stop stressin' 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!
[Mike D]
Wrapped in pink ribbon, so pretty
My name's Mike D from New York City
I guess it's all
In the mind
What I leave behind
[Ad-Rock]
Go to these schools like a nice mad professor
Then I show chagrin every word that you utter
Yes you said you are a big deal
But money calm down - for real!
[MCA]
Got to control my mind
Got to slow down, rewind
What is goin' on in my head?
Why's the sky gone red?
(What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red?
What is goin' on in my head?
What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red?
What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red?
What is goin' on in my head? What is goin' on in my head?)
[Ad-Rock]
Now I don't give a fuck who the hell you are
Please stop shoutin' in your cellular
I never asked you for part of your day
So please stop shoutin' in your phone, OK?
[MCA]
You lie like a plainclothes cop
Take a number take a look and take stock
Take a minute
Get your mind unlocked
Get the rhythm when I do the wop
[Mike D]
What's goin' on in my head?
And why has the sky gone all red?
Be kind, rewind
At least tell me what it is I did
Or just say what should I say
Hmmm... OK!
(Yeah yeah, right, right) OK!
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 indelible ink
That will make you think
Flowing like water that you love to drink
Now get busy
Sweet like a [Incomprehensible] 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 [Incomprehensible] 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
Open
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 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
Yeah baby, you know it, listen:
Eeverybody knows that I broke your heart
Yeah everybody knows that Mike D broke your heart
But you'ze gots to stop tellin them how I stole your car,
You know? Just aint fair baby, you know,
Just 'cause I got the,
The better side of the bargain
Just means that the cards were dealt in my favor, you know?
(HORNS)
(PIANA')
Girl you know it's true
Mike D is in love
(with you)
You know I remember, the first time I saw you
And you were standin there
Lookin all lonely and everything
I went over, you know
And strated smellin that ass
(LAUGHS)
Then ricky powel came over,
Trying to do the ATD and everything,
Yeah baby
Girl you know it's true
Mike D is in love
(with you baby, whooo, in love with you!)
(oh it's true it's true it's true, oh baby!)
(it's true it's true it's true it's true)
(I'm so true, it's true it's true it's true)
You know a lotta MCs these days
They make records about, you know,
Women takin' all their money?
Hey, you know I'm straight up honest,
I just be leachin' off my girl, you know?
Just leachin off my bitch that's what it's about ...
You know, if you got a roof over your head and a
Pot to piss in man, shit, that's better than having
Money in the pocket, you know?
(HORNS)
Awwww yeeeah
Oh Mike D, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D
Starrin: Mide D
Featurin: Mike D
And uh, special appearance by, uh, Mike D
Du, du du-dun
Incredible ...
Invinceible ...
Most incredible ...
Unstoppable ...
Techniculous ...
Liz Claiborne ...
Gucci ...
Yo' motha ...
That's right baby
When you weren't looking,
When you were out shopping that day,
Your mother came over,
She was lookin kinda nice, you know?
You wouldn't believe what she was weain under that dress
You know? anyway, so, you know one thing lead to another
I'm real sorry you had to walk in like that and see ...
You know,
Shit happens,
You know?
(Mike D is Love)
(awwwww yeaaaah)
[Mike D yells]
AAAAAH!
[Mike D, MCA, Ad Rock]
Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting bigger
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 guage
I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up in a rage
'Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
3 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 and you know you got had
Because it's all high spirit, you know you got to hear it
Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it
It's gonna getcha, it's gonna getcha
It's gonna getcha girl, it's gonna getcha
Looking down the barrel of a gun, son of gun
Son of a bitch getting paid getting rich
Ultra violence be running through my head
Cold medina y'all, making me see red
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'm a die harder like my kid Bruce Willis
I love girlies, waxing and milking
Coordinating shit is my man Dave Scilken
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam
I am like Clockwork Orange, going off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk and I'll be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless chicken chasin, a sucker free basin
Looking for a fist to put your face in
Well get hip get hip, don't slip ya knuckle heads
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past
Like stacks of thoughts that got played 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 that's filled with wack rhymes
Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand
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
Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long
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
Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, planetary, planetary Intergalactic
Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, planetary, planetary Intergalactic
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Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, 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
Like numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because were so versatile
Style, profile I said
It always brings me back when I hear Wu child
From the Hudson river out to the Nile
I run the Marathon to the very last mile
Well, if you battle me I feel revile
People always sayin' my style is wild
You've got gaul, you've got guile
If you step to me I'm going to rap full file
If you wanna battle you're in denial
Comin' from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead with my rhymes I'll trial
Cast you off into exile
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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'd like my sugar with coffee and cream
Well, I gotta keep it going keep it going full steam
To sweet to be sour to nice to be mean
With the tough guy style I'm not too keen
Trying to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme
Mario C likes to keep it clean
Goin' to shine like a sunbeam
Keep on rappin, 'coz that's my dream
Thank Mo D for sticking to the beats
Now when it comes to envy y'all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the ryhme routine
Another dimension, new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary
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Were from the family tree of old school hip-hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
Your rhymes are spread just like a pox
'Coz the music is loud like an electric shock
I am known to do the wop
Also known for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D gets biz on the crops
Beastie Boys known to let the beat, mmm, drop
Now when I wrote graffiti my name was Slop
If I rap soup my beats is stock
Step from the table when I start to chop
I'm the lumberjack D.J Ad Rock
If you try to knock me you'll get mopped
I'll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees start shakin' and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock
Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, planetary, planetary Intergalactic
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Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
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 dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Down with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle
Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle
Hold it now - hit it!
M.C. 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
And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A.
Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising 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 - got that juice
My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis
Hip-hop, body rockin' doing 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 a "O.E." and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're we behind the ears
You like men - and we like beer.
King of the Ave. with the Def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
Cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed
Pump it up homeboy just don't stop
Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot
I take no slack cause I got the knack
And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack
The King Adrock that is my name
And you're drinking Moet we got the champagne
A quarter dropping going shopping buying wigs
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 two songs
MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin' 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!
Come on in, now I read about you up on page six
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
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
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!
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
1, 2
We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here
We Got The Beasie Boys
They're My Boys
M.C.A, Rock Rock On
And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On
And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On
My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On
I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On
And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On
To The To The Beats Ya'll
And You Don't Stop
We Give You Over To The MC
I Say Rock The Mic
You Wanna Get Down
With The Beat And Be The Likeings
Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk
Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York
B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia
Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K
And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day
Now I Can Go all Night
With The Rhymes That I Write
Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am
Never Like Mylia
A Hip A Hip Ya'll
I Say Trip Ya'll
You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip
With The Boogaloo Flu
I'm Down With The Crew
Gotta Rock You, Waa You
White Or Blue
Or Black Or Green
Shinnky Corse Of Yellow
Would You Listen To Me
I Don't Rhyme Accapello
Did You Like The Drummer
The Drummer Get Funky
Get Funky
Yo, Get Funky Drummer
That Sound - Ouuu
Agh Yea
Get Funky
Everybody In On Three
1 2 3
Aghhh
This Is My New Band
Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys
Everybody Give It Up
Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here
I'm Gonna Sing For This
And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like
You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like
Well My Man The Origional King ADRock
And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock
On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC
Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day
R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree
The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be
So What My Man, The King ADRock
Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop
Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam
Get Down Get Down
Just Show You're Adam
Abuda Abuda Abuda A
Or Daga-E
Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be
And If You Think That You Can Get On Down
Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town
And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V
And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie
Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House
You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out
We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys
You Know We Have The One On The Noise
With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out
I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out
The Origional
Origional B
Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D
Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock
And We Guarantee To But You In Shock
That's What I Told You
The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew
With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass
It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face
And Everytime That You Hear
The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here
And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance
Oh, You Wanna Get Funky
Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here
I Get I Get I Get Funky
I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky
I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky
I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky
I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky
That Is Right
Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night
This Is A New Rendetion
We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys
Shit Check Out This Shake
Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though
Are You Ready
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 my homepiece MCA
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" he said, "You may"
Her pants were tight and that's ok
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 aksed her out she said, "No way!"
I shoulda 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
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 pains taking 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 lightning 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, Gravy 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
[verse 1]
I looked out the window seen his bald head
Ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg
I scoped with my scopes he had no hair
Launched that shot he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the sling-shot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
Put him in check, correct 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 yoke
Reached in his pocket took all his cash
Left the man standing with an egg mustasche
Suckers they come a dime a dozen
"When I say dozen you know what I'm talkin
about boy"
[verse 2]
Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg
He was playing the wall and he broke his leg
Tossed it the window three minutes hot
He hit the Rastaman and said,"Bloodclot"
What 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
Your gonna' get your drive-by egging
Plaguing L.A.,"Yo, you just got my little cousin essay."
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny
It comes from a chicken not a bunny, dummy
People laugh, it no joke my name's "Yauch"
And I'm throwing the yoke
"Now they got me in a cell," but I don't care
It was then that I got caught catching people out there
[verse 3]
We all dressed in black
We snuck up around the back
We began to attack, the eggs did crack on Jesus 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 and I'm "k-pap"
You made the mistake you judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
You woke-up in the morning, peculiar feeling
Looked up a saw egg dripping from the ceiling
The family, the punk rocks, the business man
I'll dog anybody with the egg in my hand
It's not like the crack that you put in a pipe
I looked out the window and seen his bald head
I 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
Pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke
The trigger I pulled his face the yoke
Reached in his pocket took all his cash
Left my man standing with an egg moustache
Suckers they come a dime a dozen
And when I say dozen you know what I'm talking about boyee
Yeh, that's right, I'm the Egg Man
Driving Around, King of the town
Always got my windows rolled down
You know, I'm the Egg Man
Once upon a time
Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg
He was playing the wall and 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 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
It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy
People laugh it's no joke
My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke
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 pulling through signs like Dolomite
The mack, I'm the Egg Man
Taxi Driver, I'm the 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 you judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
You woke up in the morning with a peculiar feeling
You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
Families puck rocks the businessman
I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand
Not like the crack that you put in a pipe
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 slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
If your world was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed shamrock my name is not shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not o'houigheighi nor is it brian
If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
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 sole 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 can not 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 hall 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
Well I'm chilly chill most of the time
But I make a lot of noise when I bust a fresh rhyme
I'm coolin with the posse, cold drinkin 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 Jell-o
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
Startin epidemic each and every time (time)
Girls cuttin 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 doin the do
Coolin 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 poppin 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?)
Jockin and clockin 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 rockin
My name is Adam Yauch and I know you all clockin
Me and my posse oh so killin
Stone cold fly and nive to five chillin
There's one more thing you all should know (what?)
Ad-Rock'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 defest always rockin
Every store in town you know it's stockin
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 rockin 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 rockin and breakin laws
I got Gucci cologne so you know I'm not stinkin
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 (inaudible)
Quit my job cause my boss is a faggot
One more thing that you should know
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's 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
Aaa, B E A S T I E go
"My real name is"
"My real name is"
"My sisters 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"
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 or Puss then, Cookychic"
"Anybody man, I want to speak to them"
"There not here"
"I said where's Cookypuss 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 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
Anywhere I go a fly girl will please me, east to west college girls are easy
This story's kinda funny, its one about honeys, now Debbie was a girl who used to do it like a bunny. and how about mona, her hips was like a motor i heard she liked to do it in the back of a toyota. and then there was amy, now how can ya blame me? she wanted it so bad she offered to pay me. and vicki and weezie, both a bit sleezy, 'cause all college girls are just too easy!
anywhere i go a fly girl will please me, east to west college girls are easy (x2)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, days a week the college girls be beggin to get a guy that sexually performs, so whenever i get horny i go to the dorms. went to the dorms sunday around midnight, i saw a honey and she gave me an invite to her room and said that she had been scopin me in english class and now she was hopin just to talk (yeah right) but now instead, since we was alone she she had to get me into bed. i nibbled on her ear and said "i hope youre in condition" then she got down in the yokalite position, took off her clothes and said her name was diana, her chest was bigger than the state of indiana. she said, "lets get busy, i dont wanna lose ya" and needless to say, i knocked it like a hoosier.
anywhere i go a find girl will please me, east to west college girls are easy(x2)
yo jess man, those college girls are in the house, word up i know what youre sayin those college girls be rockin, check this out before i go on to verse number 3, i wanna see if they can move, so you mike, help me out one time break it down to a little something like this.
(oh i cant take no more)
monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday and weekends, thats when im hangin out with my friends. why just, the other night lookin for a party, we went to the house of some girls in a sorority. (oh i cant take no more)
the music was live and the party was a rocker, not all the girls were cute but they all had big knockers (word) i was just scopin and hopin and glancin at the college honeys on the dance floor dancin, thats when i saw the cutie (cutie) wigglin the booty (booty) i introduced myself as jess she said her name was judy, i knew that she adored me, but my friends warned me, judy was the type of girl whos wild and horny!
"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 pissin' 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 kickin' out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissin' smokin'
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 St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going placed on the D-Train
"Stop that train I wanna' get off"
"Stop that train I wanna' 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 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 readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
[Adrock]
Yeah, ah yeah, aw yeah
This one's dedicated to all the ladies in the front, the back
All my older ladies out there, lookin nice, you know who you are
Whew!
I need you, boomin granny, I said
I want you, boomin granny
(Chorus)
Boomin granny, boomin fanny
Boomin granny, good and plenty
[Mike D]
Well it might sound odd it might sound corny
But here's some sex rhymes for those that are horny
For your boomin granny with the boomin sisters
Said I love ya won't leave ya, till ya gotta listen
I'm talkin about the way that I'm feeling
Here's a lovely lady and so appealing
A sassy, sophisticated, sexy lady
Well I'm twenty six, and you're eighty
The clock is ticking so you better not front
We can go to my place and we can smoke a blunt
Well you're a Golden Girl, just like P.R.
Just turn down the lights so we can go far
(Chorus)
[Adrock]
Because I saw you at the checkout line
You dropped your coupons and you were lookin fine
Sophisticated, and so mature
I couldn't really care if you're fifty, or seventy four
Because I wantcha, and I need ya
Hey boomin granny you could be my teacher
And I could be ya pet, bet
Listen old lady I could make ya sweat
I know I'm younger, and your much older
You look so nice on my Chevy Nova
I'ma take you to the low rider show, and flauntcha
I gotta tell ya lady I said I wantcha, boomin granny
Because I need you, boomin granny
Chorus:
Body movin, body movin,
A1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin,
We be getting down and you know we're Krush Groovin
Let me get some action from the back section
We need body rocking not perfection
Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc
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, inter-lockin
And up-rockin electro-shocking
We're getting down computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
All of y'all get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with
Chorus
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
Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion
The sound of the music drivin you insane
You can't explain to people this type of mind frame
Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap
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
Chorus
Mike D with the master plan
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
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
As I Develop The Awakening Mind I Praise The Buddha 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 Darma 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 I Put It Down Now So 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 Change 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 Only Love Can Conquer 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 Achive 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
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
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
And I don't know
And I don't know
And I don't know
Believe in me
Believe in me
Believe in me
"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 lets get down"
"You ready"
"God damn bitch"
"What was that 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"
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
(Mike D)
We got rhyme selections in a wide array
J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez
The party people scream oui oui, c'est vrai
'Cause I got a remote for my bidet
(Adrock)
A-d-r-o-c-k
I use the microphone like Picasso used clay
Down with freckles from around the way
Peace to Bambata and Jazzy Jay
(MCA)
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 side ways like my man Pele
(Mike D)
Getting on like Ali boom ba yay
So fed up with racism today
Time to speak up and not turn away
Make the sun shine when it's cloudy and gray
(chorus)
Dip dip dive so socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love your in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
(Adrock)
I'm taking doody rhymes to a brand new height
I shine on the mic like UltraBright
Created a monster with these rhymes I write
Goatee metal rap please say goodnight
(MCA)
Now here's a little something you may 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 because he sounds so nice
(Mike D)
Reading you the news cause I'm Country Mike
Use a microphone like Shazam uses tights
Try to keep clear of that hate and spite
So I keep my mind still like the still of night
(Adrock)
Now who in the world do you want to fight?
It's agianst the system we should unite
Homophobics ain't alright
If you learn to love then you might love life
(chorus)
(MCA)
Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts
So many billionares while so many lack
So before the poor decide to react
Come on party people and share up your stacks
(Mike D)
Now I'm a break it down to the brass tacks
Do the Biz Mark 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
(Adrock)
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 the keys to the latch
(MCA)
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
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