BEASTIE BOYS
Licensed To Ill (1986)
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 getting 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 rhyming and stealing 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. Frigging in the rigging and cutting 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 Most illingest b-boy... Ali Baba and the forty thieves (x8) Torching and craking and rhyming and stealing Robbing and raping, busting two in the ceiling I'm wheelingm I'm dealingm 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 Most illingest b-boy... 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 Rhyming and stealing in a drunken state And I'll be rocking my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate Most illingest b-boy...
And on the cool check in, center stage on the mic And we're putting 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 Ad-Rock 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 catting 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 My 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 drop Cooling on the corner on a hot summer day Just me, my posse and MCA A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of cursing Twenty-two automatic on my person Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettinh big and my posse's gettinh bigger Some voices got treble, some voices got bass We got the kind of voices that are in your face Like the bun to the burger and like the burger to the bun Like the cherry to the apple, to the peach, to the plum I'm the king of the Ave. and I'm the king of the block I'm MCA and I'm the King Ad-Rock I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice On the checking at the party on the forty deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
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 Ad-Rock started hiding everything in sight D. pulled me over said, "Hid your gold, The girl is crafty like ice is cold!" The girl is crafty, she knows all the moves I started playing records, she knew all the grooves He thought she was a thief and D. was right But I just figured she'd spend the night When I woke up late in the afternoon She had taken all the things from inside his room I found myself sleeping in the middle of the floor She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers The mirror, the TV, the new guitar cord My remote control and my old skateboard She robbed us blind, she took all we owned And the boys blamed me for bringing her home She's crafty...
Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop You keep it on and shocking 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 I'm Mike D, I 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 schooling in the boys' room, cooling by the locker All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker Punk in the hall, man I should of oughta hit him Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em Smoking in the boys' room is what I do best While you were at a party your girlfriend fessed I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious Fly around the world but it makes me nauseous Mike D's day off everyday of the week I got to the party and I did the freak I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme driller A mic in my hand and a mouth full of Miller I got a hat not a visor, I drink Budweiser The turntable- up on the drum riser The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter I know that I'm fly man there's no need to flatter I travel around the globe, it's keeping girlies dizzy My name's Mike D, now watch me get busy y'all You're a fake wearing sucker whose gold got rusted Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted 'Cause your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted I'm from downtown, from the city of Manhattan I got a lotta girlies and not one's catting My posse's in effect and we're doing the do And we got more rhymes than your damn crew Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
They got a committee to get me off the block 'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em non-stop 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-Rrock 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 hiding on the go I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow I'm the king of the classroom, cooling in the back My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack She chased me out of class zero she was strapped with a ruler Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler With bottle in hand at the microphone stand "A, yo homeboy, what you drinking man?" I got money, I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythm, I got rhymes I got the girlies with the Def behinds I got ill, I got busted I got dust and I got dusted I got gold, I got funky I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey Because I'm hard hitting, always biten, cool as hell I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell Sitting around the house, getting high and watching tube Eating Colonel's chicken, drinking 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 fly ladies are making a fuss But I can't pay attention 'cause I'm on that dust
Girls, all I really want is girls And in the morning it's girls 'Cause in the evening it's girls I like the way that they walk And it's chill to hear them talk And I can always make them smile From White Castle to the Nile Back in the day There was this girl around the way She liked by home-piece MCA He said he would not give her play I asked him "Please?", he said "You may" Her pants were tight and that's 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 asked her out she said, "No way" 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 Jocking Mike D to my dismay Girls! To do the dishes Girls! To clean up my room Girls! To do the laundry Girls! And in the bathroom Girls, that's all I really want is girls Two at a time I want girls With new wave hairdos I want girls I ought to whip out my girls! Girls, girls, girls, girls!
Fight For Your Right (To Party)
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 Your pop caught you smoking and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!) You gotta fight for your right to party 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
No sleep till - Brooklyn Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job, it's a damn good time City to city, I'm running my rhymes On location, touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking Going coast to coast, watching all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys at the Garden, cold kicking it live No sleep till Another place, another train, another bottle in the brain Another girl, another fight, another drive all night Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus Tour around the world, you rock around the clock Plane to hotel, girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style 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 because he's skeezing 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 (x2) Ain't seen the light since we started this band MCA, get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn, USA They call me Adam Yauch but I'm MCA Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Got limos, arena, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes, get out of my way Taxing little girlies from here to LA Waking up but I get to sleep 'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week No sleep till No sleep till Brooklyn (x4)
Now here's a little story I've 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 horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land, kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself, without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is getting hot, the beer is getting flat Looking for a girl, I ran into a guy His name is MCA, I said "Howdy", he said "Hi" He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?", I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run, he pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said Now my name is MCA, I've got a license to kill 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 make myself clear We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin Now, I got the gun, you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this, I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat so I'm on the run, the cop's got my gun And right about now - it's time to have some fun The King Ad-Rock, that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne We rode for six hours the we hit the spot The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot This dude was staring like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar MCA said, 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 that ran for the door I'm Mike D and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect MCA was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player's out, the music stopped His boy had beef and he got dropped Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold
Hold it now, hit it! 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 sly 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! MC 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, OE and Rice-a-Roni I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day And I'm the King Ad-Rock and he's MCA 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 Hold it now, hit it! Hip-hop, body rocking, 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 OE 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 Hold it now, hit it! King of the Ave. with the Def female You're rhyming and stealing 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 Ad-Rock, that is my name And you're drinking Moet, we got the champagne A quarter dropping, going shopping buying wigs Surgeon general cut professor, D.J. Thigs Hold it now, hit it!
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 MCA with the bottle, D rocks the can Ad-Rock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moet, we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us Ad-Rock 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... '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 Cooling by the lockers getting kind of funky Me and the crew, we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by, she gave me the eye I reached in the locker, grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it with the Monkey, mixed it in the cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip, the girl she gave me lip It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip Brass 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 Martin, 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 reeling and rocking Def-def girls-girls, all y'all jocking 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 ffffff Brass Monkey...
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 Let it flow... I do not sing but I make a Def song You could live your whole life and I hope you live long On the Gong Show we won't get gonged We're the Beastie Boys, not Cheech and Chong Strong as an ox, fresh out the box The crowd is so live, they're coming in flocks And when we go on the crowd goes off It's all hard rock, there's nothing soft Let it flow... We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D makes three And we can do it like this in the place to be When I'm recorded you'll be rewarded I know my song is Def 'cause you all applauded Not PCP or LSD, just me Mike D in the place to be This is not free, you must pay a fee Cash on delivery like a COD Let it flow... The beat is slow in order to dance I wanna hear I dos and no I can't First you move your legs and then your arms It's not fast and nervous, this dance is calm It's truly stable and you ought to be able To dance to the record when it's on the turntable Let it flow...
What's the time? It's time to get ill! (x4) I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time And when I'm on the mic I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail, the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected, from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D, and MCA, we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the 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 chilling 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 cooling at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? It's time to get ill! 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 takes a stand, man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn Man, my name is MCA, I've got a license to kill What's the time? It's time to get ill! Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chilling just as chill as I can Cooling on the corner with a forty of OE 'Cause me and MCA we're down with Mike D When I run a jam I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass I say "Thank you ma'am" Fuel injected, rhyme connected, running things I'm the King Ad-Rock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot, things are getting hot I'm MCA, I'm here to stay and you sir you are not Oh no, it could not be, it's such a sight to see It's such a trip, you're on my tip so listen to Mike D My work is my play 'cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D as you can see and I can dot the jerk MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, it's chill What's the time? It's time to get ill! What's the time? It's time to get ill! (x4)
Paul's Boutique (1989)
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 Mombiles To all the Jamaican girls And to the top-less dancers Australian... And Brazilian To the southern belles To the Porte Rican girls To the stewardesses flying around the world
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 Mango Kangols 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 Shake your rump
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 Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
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 But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe
'Cause I'm the High Plains Drifter, And I'm a drifter The Hight Plains Drifter, And I'm a drifter They can't catch me never gonna find me They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter Pulled over to the river to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track I Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack Long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display Check out the odometer and I was on my way Cause I'm a 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 or you're gonna get mushed I'm Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left my car outside and the engine still revvin' Time to get busy at 7-Eleven Then I went inside to make my withdrawal I saw what he had had but I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade I made my getaway and I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire Outta the car longhair your goose is cooked Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer My man turned to me and said why are you here? I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D. He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B. I had a good feeling easy come easy go I bet on one horse to win and another to show And sure enough that knak came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win Broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot wired hot wheeled and Suzy is a headbanger
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 A Scientific E.Z. A Ben Franklin with the kite a 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 I've been kicking the new ka-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 The sounds of science Science... Rope a dope The newest in new Right up to your face and dis you Waxin' and milkin' All ya'll square heads... Time and money for girls covered with honey You lie and aspire to be as cunning Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector Went berserk and worked and exploded She woke up in the morning and her face was coated Buddy you study the man on the mic D. do what you like Huh D. 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 And people always asking what's the phenomenon Yo what's up yo 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 ain't going out coach Rock my Adidas never rock Fila *I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla* Well... With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope What I live I write and that is strictly rope I've got science for any occasion Postulating theorems formulating equations Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy Dropping science like Galileo dropped the orange
Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside your BMW I got lucky I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the toll Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Customs jails me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed I'm out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother Not perfect grammar always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the f**k you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side Cause you know Y. A. U. C. H. I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many Know alota def girls that would do anything A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan 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've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's dick Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you clock me you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac Poetry in motion coconut lotion I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Cause I'm on your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out ya'll I'm PCP so I'm out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out
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 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 fish to my line Hey ladies, get funky 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 She thinks she's the passionate one
(Some hooping and a hollering) Jeb.. get away from the bar-b-que man Don... get the hell away from that thing Don's, give me a kiss Won't you come and give me a kiss?
Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun
I'mmmmm... Rolling down the hill I'm snowballing getting bigger An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout 24 is my age and 22 is my gauge I'm writing rhymes on a page I'm going off in a rage Cause I'm out on a mission a stolen car mission Had a little problem with the transmission 3 on the train in the middle of the night I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight Life comes in phases take the good with the bad You bought the coins on the street holmes... and you got had Because it's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it It's gonna get you it's gonna get you It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra violence be running through my head Cole Madenia y'all making me see red Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis I love girlies waxing and milking Cordniating chimp is my man Dave Smokie 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'm 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 you knuckle heads Racism is schism on the serious tip
Some static started in the pool hall Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball Then I met this girl she tried to gank me So I smacked her in the booty with a Plank Bee Cause me and my crew were out breaking windows The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those Possession is half the law I had my routines before all y'all Your whole life is coming apart at the seams You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines See I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie Right now I wish I had another hash brownie Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass Or Mookie's gonna kick your fucking ass You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat *See I personally I wouldn't even to go out like that* I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it I don't buy cheeba I grow it *I'm a farmer* People always trying to get next to me I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her You can't deny me you always want to try me Yo you're just gonna get your ass kicked Homeboy throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters Sitting in the White House pulling their peters Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat Like a sneaky pouch time bomb ticking Like the beat to my rhyme just kicking Space cake cookies I discover who I am I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains Said 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, MC-ing I rock You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped
Overripe fresh skeezed California females With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage bag full overflowing, please, now it's leaking Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair So I can climb up and get into your underwear Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head You f**ked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Yo why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera man... Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor Yo get that money out of your ass you whore I brought her upstairs onto the roof I dogged your wife and she is a doofus What goes around Comes around And what goes around, comes around What goes around Comes around And what comes around, goes around Chosen bound Fully down Feelin' down Huh Yo holmes your nose is brown Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got The Dolemite's house and you have not Look out my window look over the city With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat Why you wanna treat your girl like that Living in the rat race smoking rat weed Well you reap what you sow when you plant the seed Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto What goes around Comes around And what goes around, comes around What goes around Comes around And what comes around, goes around What goes around Inevibility Comes around What And what goes around, comes around What goes around You know it Comes around What, check it check it Check it What, what what what... Funky, damn A funky pam pam pam pam... Bam bam bam... F.D. in the house ya'll Funky, funky... F.D. Funky funky, F.D., funky funky... Fuck it... Agh everybody, funky pam... Bam bam bam slam, Alabama And kick it, Al-a fucking bama I slam a saki hammer And chillin' Like pennicilian Like panasaursas Funky... Doris the fink-a saursas Haa haa haa...
Riddle me this 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 Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall 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 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO Only 24 hours in a day Only 12 notes 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 got pliers Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers If not for my vices 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 so frantic I mix business with pleasure way too much I mean 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 and that's weak Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks Give to the poor and I always give thanks Got more stories that J.D. got Salinger I hold the title and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens Got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman Never gonna let them say that I don't love you My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts Adam 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 Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter 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 Being very proud to be an M.C. 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 The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do hell no SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
The best in men's clothing Call Paul's Boutique ask for Janice The number is ah (718) 498-1043 That's Paul's Boutique and they're in Brooklyn...
A) 59 Chrystie Street Agh agh... Theres 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 that I saw A wick wick wack Aghh aghh ha... B) Get On The Mic Get on the mic Mike, let's be real and don't cloud the issue The rhymes are rope an MC you must listen to People say that they been missing me and missing you Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to You say fuck that, I say fukk 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 MC 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 Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish C) Stop That Train It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissing on the third rail Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station D-Train ride Coney Island vacation Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine 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 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 D) Year And A Day MC 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 MC 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 E) Hello Brooklyn 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 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* Take PCP F) Dropping Names 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 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 Norisit 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* G) Lay It On Me Agh, funky baby Lay it on me now... Not so hard man... Yo, I got 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' And what it Stuffin, stuffin Stuffin buddy... H) Mike On The Mic Here's another one for y'all to pee Its called m.i.k.e. on the m.i.c. 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 theyre going to finish me You might know this but youve never been this see If I ate spinach then Id be called spinach d I shed light like cats shed fur Ride around town like a 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 its got clout to it Its a trip its got a funky beat and I can bug out to it I) A.W.O.L. Dj hurricane... When Mike D's in the house, what you gonna do I go a.w.o.l. Adrocks in the house, what you gonna do I go a.w.o.l. When mcas in the house, what you gonna do I go a.w.o.l. When hurricanes, what you gonna do He goes a.w.o.l. St. james in the house, whats you gonna do Home-1, what you gonna do Got busy in the house, what you gonna do Dust bros. in the house, what you gonna do Warren G in the house, what you gonna do Lou gains in the house, what you gonna do Hollis crew, what you gonna do John mish in the house, what you gonna do Killa cutty in the house, what you gonna do Jannet J in the house
Check Your Head (1992)
"This next one is the first song on our new album" People how you doing? There's a new day dawning For the Earth Mother it's a brand new morning For 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 Sending out love to all corners of the land I jump up on the stage and take the mic in my hand I'm not playing the roll, just being who I am And if you try to dis me I couldn't give a damn 'Cause I'm rocking - Rocking Bass from the back of my car feels soothing Right bazookas is what I'm using I'm Mike D and it's been proven I love it When I see the party people get moving Strapped on the bar goggles and what did I see? But the music brought the people into harmony
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss Funky boss, funky boss, get off my back
If you can feel what I'm feeling then it's a musical masterpiece 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 MC y'all My name is MCA and I still do what I please And now I'd like to introduce (what's up?) I'll pass the mic to D for a fist full of truth The name is D, y'all and I don't play And I can rock a block party 'til your hair turns grey "So, what you saying?" I explode on site And like Jimmy Walker I'm "dynomite" And now I'd like to pass the mic, a-ha So Ad-Rock, come on, 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, tick-tock 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 for now I've got to pass the mic to Yauch Well on and on and on and on I can't stop y'all 'til the early morn' So rock-rock y'all, tick-tock y'all To the beat y'all, come on 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 rapping like it's a commercial Acting 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 MCA 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 Ad-Rock, come on and shine like a light Yes-yes y'all and yes-yes y'all I'm always on time never the less y'all And that's right y'all, I shed light y'all I've got no time in my life to get uptight y'all So what you gonna say that I don't know already? I'm like Clyde and I'm rocking steady But time flies when you're having fun So Mike D (that's me) come on 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 and MCA Let's rock this joint in the old school way Well I'm on 'til the crack of dawn Mowing down MC'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 MC who acts like a clown But for now, I'd like to ask you "How you like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd?"
Good times gone but you missed them What's gone wrong in your system? Things they bounce just like a spaulding What'd you think? Did you miss your calling? It's so free this kind of feeling It's like life it's so appealing When you've got so much to say It's called gratitude, and that's right Good times gone but you feed it Hate's grown strong, you feel you need it Just one thing, do you know you? What you think? That the world owes you What's gonna set you free? Look inside and you'll see When you've got so much to say It's called gratitude, and that's right
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up Gotta lighten up right now Shine like the sun
It's finger licking, finger licking good y'all (etc.) 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 getting 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 Finger licking, finger licking good y'all (etc.) 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 I got every type of lavor that will suit ya Te bass is real fat, because it's gotta be like that A snare on the funky tin and a taste of the high hat Finger licking, finger licking good y'all (etc.) 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 I 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 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" Finger licking good y'all (etc.)
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 what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? You're so funny with the money that you flaunt i Said, where'd you get your information from? You think that you can front when revelation comes Yeah, you can't front on that Well, they call me Mike D the ever loving man I'm like spoonie gee, I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holler about my chevy impala But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping Sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping Going from mic to mic, kicking 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, I'm coming off as you can bet But I think I'm losing my mind this time This time I'm losing my mind, that's right So I think I'm losing my mind this time This time I'm losing my mind Yeah, you can't front on that But little do you know about something that I talk About I'm tired of driving it's due time that I walk About, but in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playing the wall I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha 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 Gardena 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 leech Yeah, you can't front on that So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (x4)
The Beastie Boys, they are they're coming home They're coming home, oh they're coming home
Yeah, that's right, it's time to set the record straight Ain't nobody got to spell it for me? I said, ain't nobody got to yell I can see? I said, ain't nobody got the pain I can hear? But if I have to I'll yell in your ear Time for living, time for giving (x4) Ain't nobody got to spell it for me? I said, ain't nobody got to yell I can see? I said, ain't nobody got the pain I can hear? But if I have to I will yell in your ear Soul fire Soul fire And we ain't got no water We don't have no water Time for living, time for giving No time for making up a monster to sell Time for living, time for giving No time for breaking out a lie to sell
I wish for peace between the races Someday we shall all be one Why fight yourself? This one is 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 Jesus Christ, we're nice
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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, love vibe (etc.) 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, feeling good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cutting throught me, taking control of my soul I can't hold back, I've got to let go Stand together people, come together now It's about time, we've got to get together y'all (x3)
Pow!
Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doing 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 bouncing and bumping and stuffing 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! Who is the man? Who is the man? (etc.)
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Well, back to the, back to the beat y'all Down with the sound, so sweet y'all Just how fresh you can get y'all Those that are blessed say yes y'all I'm a come inside and do my thing I'm gonna take off my drawers and let myself swing Tantalize my tummy with a boo-boo snack But now I got to get back, yeah 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, just come on y'all And just, work-work-work it out y'all I'm trying to get up so don't you get me down Life I love you now give me a pound Up from the frying pan into the fire Look within and try to admire, yeah What's going on y'all?
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? Won't you take me away and take away me?
"What's another word for pirate treasure?" "Well, I think it's Booty, Booty, Booty" "That's what it is" Yes, I got more bounce to the fucking bump And then you want to know why because I'm motherfucking trucking I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate Got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showing up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfing, not rehearsing, getting live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doing right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feeling that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked! You've got the booming system but it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk but it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times in which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats for which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle So many wack MC's you get the TV bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something that you couldn't finish 'Cause writing rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'cause you're wack son Dancing around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your ass as I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an MC at the fever in the DJ booth With your headphones strapped you're rocking rewind pause Trying to figure out what you can do to go for yours But like the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time and meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your shit'll be stinking when I go for mine And that's right y'all, don't get uptight y'all You can't say shit because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all, over the long haul You can't cut the mustard when you're fronting it all
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A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day As I feel this reality gently fade away Riding on a thought to see where it's from Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come Smoke paints the air, swirling images through my mind Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind And I stand at the edge, cautiously awaiting as time slips by Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky And I sit, and I think to myself And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb And it seems like it's been so long since he shined But I'm sure it was only yesterday A cold chill of fear cut through me, I felt my heart contract To my mind I brought the image of light And I expanded out of it My fear was just a shadow And then I 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 what it was all about
Ill Communication (1994)
'Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop (x3) 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, yeah 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 'Cause 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 Crew 'Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop (x3) Ad-Rock come and rock the sure shot Hurricane will cross fade on your ass and bust your ear drums Listen everybody 'cause 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've 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 (x3) MCA come and rock the sure shot I wanna say a little something that's long overdue The disrespect to women has got to be through To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends I want to offer my love and respect to the end Well you say I'm twenty-something and 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 TV I'm still listening 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 Like ma bell, I've got the ill communications 'Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop (x3) Oh, come and rock the sure shot
Butcher me on the court Too many elbows to report Now you're poking me in the eye Bill Laimbeer motherfucker, it's time for you to die Tough guy, it's time to check yourself Dribbling the ball like the biz can be bad for your health Tough guy, what you gotta prove? Moving like an elephant, that's your favorite Tough guy, your shit is going out Box me out with your fat ass Throw me around like a bounce pass You've got a tombstone hanging over your dick 'Cause a minor earthquake when you throw a moving pick Tough 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're fucking freak Tough guy, I'll stick your shit Tough guy
B-Boys Makin' With The Freak Freak
B-boys making with the freak freak (etc.) 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 I've got 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 DFL 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 IRT right up to Penn station Penn station up on 8th Ave. Llisten all y'all you get the ball bath He's got the savoir faire because he's Debonair Mike D with the vinyl with the grooves so rare And the rhymes that we're are doo-doo B-boys making with the freak freak (etc.) Been making with the freak freak, so unique Been learning from the elders now it's time to speak Oh, that shit sounds nice Mike D come on and get it on y'all Talking shit about a mile a minute Put the wax on the table and let the DJ spin it 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 Cyndy what? I didn't catch the last one That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one Well I'm not known for my speed raps So grab the microphone and cut out the claps Ah yeah, I like that shit is kinda 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 JJ Evans Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens I'm talking PGA Pro Tour 2 I'm Doctor Beppers in my TV, 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 Yeah, the b-boys making with the freak freak Mario's nagging nonni's about the pesto pizza And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha
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I kick my root down, I put my root down (etc.) 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 rhyming Never let you down with the stereo sound So Mike, get on the mic and turn it out We're talking root down, I put my root 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 making, putting me to the test Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed Because I'm doing what I want, so I never rest 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 So we kick it from the root when we break it on down Jimmy Smith is my man, I want to give him a pound I kick my root down... Ad-Rock, don't stop Just get on the mic with the tic and the toc I'll fill you with the fucking 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 skyscrapers Like Harlem world battles on the zulu beat show It's Kool Moe D versus Busy Bee, there's one you should know Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due MCA grab the mic and the ma bell will connect you Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight If dancing prays to the Lord then I shall feel alright It feels 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 For bringing me into this world and so on I kick my root down...
I can't stand it, I know you planned it I'ma 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 telling y'all it's sabotage So listen up 'cause you can't say nothing 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 Why? 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'ma set straight this Watergate But I can't stand rocking 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 miracle You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage
One-two, one-two 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 you go up the river Listen to the abstract that freaky nigger Now 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's down with the ione Listen to the shit because both of them is Boney Gotta do it like this like Chachi and Joanie 'Cause she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni So why all the fight? Why all the fuss? 'Cause I ain't got no dust Yeah, 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 motherfucking fool telling me right from wrong I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard But I'ma 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" Wait a minute (etc.) "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 (ooh) I'm representing Spacing, zoning, talking 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 gottaa 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 doctor 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 MC'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, MCA's from Brooklyn Yeah, MCA, 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 fucking pineapple now and laters Listen to me now, don't listen to me later Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it fucking rhyme for real But yo technically I'm as hard as steel Gonna get it together, watch it Gonna get it together, Ma Bell I'm like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communication
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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 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 spit 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, it's about time (x2) '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 non-violent 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 'Cause I'm here now and it's about time It's about time, it's about time (x2)
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Alright hear this (etc.) 'Cause 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 rocking 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 swinging from left to right and Right to left and I'm death defying Alright hear this (etc.) 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 melding 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 Sheep 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 Alright hear this (etc.) 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 Because 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 To what it is you want and for what you're wishing Alright hear this (etc.)
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So just sit back and max and relax Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up 'Cause I 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 AK 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 my grape ape I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape 'Cause 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 Down in SD fifty 'till early morning
Well, 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 motherfucker and I get my flow 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 versus sumo wrestler Got the beats in Manhattan you can hear in Westchester Well, my mother was born out in Coney Island Raised on the LES Manhattan Island My dad came out from Detroit and they had me And back on through Ellis Island goes 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 on potatos, Luke to Darth Vader I'm a souped up sucker and I'll see you all later Let's do it (etc.) 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 fucking rythm ace with the rhyme selection Listen all y'all, I rap with perfection Because I got the motherfucking 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 ow my own design Glendale Boulevard-Boulevard Glendale Boulevard is where I'm at It's where I'm at, where I live, check it-check it out because my head is like a siv and we turn it out Let's do it (etc.)
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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 pounds that you can't forget Heart attack, heart attack man Spend all your money on your health insurance plan Heart attack, heart attack man Keep on getting bigger 'cause you know that you can Why do you force yourself on top of that girl? Laugh with all your buddies 'cause 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, you got no master plan Heart attack, heart attack man Heart attack Weighs in at two seventy five My man is lucky to be alive Smoking and drinking too My man, the heart attack man, is gonna be running over you Got no goddamn 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 Time to change your ways, heart attack man
I don't get blind, I don't drink wine And when I took a sledge hammer and I broke my nine Because my life is mine, word is born I rhyme And every day I write the book down line by the 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 which you lack 'Cause things is wack and that's a fact Because I'm on time, you're shouting rewind You know it's 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 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 I balance out my ambition's, that'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 DIY, that means do it yourself I don't sit around waiting for someone's help I don't sit back and say good enough I keep on striving, reinventing but keeping it off the cuff So I kick the level up cuhootnified Mackadocius vibes positively fortified I'm throwing rhymes, 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 Oh, and 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 Near 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, 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 And I know you want to take another look
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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'm glad to have 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 And the enlightened ones who've graduated Samsara
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Hello Nasty (1998)
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 Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins I like digging down deep in the record bins Everybody getting down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8-0-8 Money making, money-money making Super disco-disco Breaking (x2) 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 You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be going head hunting Shouts to my peeps, let me know if you feel something 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 it So, money making...
Hello-hello, hello (etc.) 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 Ad-Rock with the New Addition Edition Getting 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 B-boys to the early morn B-girls be rocking on and on B-girls to the break of dawn B-boys be rocking 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 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 rocking y'all in stereo In stereo, in stereo, in stereo No time like the present to work shit out That's what I'm going on and on and on about Not faking, just making 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 rocking rhythms over disco breaks B-boys to the early morn... "Hubo una vez un gran rey" "que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor"
Well, things get hectic quick From the satellite dish to your joy stick It's the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won't change your situation Have you seen what I mean? I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams So I say this rhyme built by design To take you beyond space and time Said, who is the man making diamonds out of coal? The man pushing buttons on remote control Remote control (etc.) 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 I said, living in this city of pure confusion People mislead by their own illusion All this action, no satisfaction We're all linked together like a chain reaction Play or fold, love is bold What is the future that will unfold? Some like it hot, others like it cold But we all want to hold the remote control Remote control (etc.) 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 But 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 Controlled on Earth by remote control
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? You figure it out (x2)
It's like a flag at half mast as frames click fast It's not a thing will last as past is past It's like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn 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 (x3) It's 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 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 (x3)
Body moving, body moving A1 sound, sound so soothing Body moving, body moving We be getting down and you know we're crush grooving 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-locking And up-rocking, 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 Body moving... Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bonbon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Putting bodies in motion 'cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music driving 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 rocking, not perfection Let me get some action from the back section Body moving... Mike D with the master plan Said, ooh-my-my and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream "ooh goddamn" 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 Ad-Rock light up the place And if you pull my card you pull the ace And if you ask me turn up the bass And if you play defender I could be your hyper space, so Body moving...
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic (x4) Another dimension (x12) Well now, don't you tell me to smile You stick around, I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I say, it always brings me back when I hear "ooh child" From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall, you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead, put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary... Jazz and Awol, that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats, well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going, keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension, new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary... From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox 'Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables when I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Ad-Rock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary... Another dimension (x12)
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Beatsie-beatsie-beatsie-beatsie Boys getting live on the spot Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party moving to the broad day light G-E-T-L-I-V-E, all right Transhypnotic 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 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 Beatsie-beatsie Boys getting live on the spot Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party moving to the broad day light G-E-T-L-I-V-E, all right 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 Shaking mind, breaking 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 goes all wrong That's why we can't all just get along We're all connected like a Lego set One equaling one together like a croquette Whether we have or have not yet met Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat Beatsie-beatsie Boys getting live on the spot Putting all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party moving to the broad day light G-E-T-L-I-V-E, all right 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 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've been?" It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on I get so hyped when I hear this song It's gonna keep me happy like all day long So go and talk shit 'cause it just makes me strong Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash Multinationals spreading like a rash I might stick around or I might be a fad But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad Beatsie-beatsie Boys getting live on the spot Putting all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party moving to the broad day light G-E-T-L-I-V-E, all right
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to prose I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win, I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back cause that's the way I've got to live (x3) So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine, no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, 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 And more crimes are committed as I say these lines
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh my god, now take a look at me My life line's run by AT&T 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 (x4) And me
'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master Mike 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 its time to rhyme you know I get noise 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 3 MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say? 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 chilling with Mario Well my name is Ad-Rock, I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me 'cause I just don't know I'm known to mop, I'm known to glow I don't get mad cause I got to go Three MC's and one DJ... Mix Master, cut faster (x2) 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 When we're in the studio it's the place to be To all beings everywhere be happy and free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ...
The Grasshopper Unit (Keep Movin')
Dear Alex and Marilyn They're Lovey and Thurston howelling The grasshopper unit is prowelling And Rufus is back home growelling For all of y'all that are dozing On Hornblower's lederhosen Like Walt Disney he is 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 jousting 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 Nothing but sparks igniting Check two one two mic testing 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 moving, moving on" Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong (x2) The PA sound is deafening Biting MC's I'm oustining With spinach in your teeth you're grinning 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 grazing Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguiling I'm off the hook so don't bother dialing 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 (etc.)
I'm hypnotized by you (x2)
What's pleasing to the eye In the delusion of my sight Is not what I find when I reach into the light I have lost my mind I'm walking through time Deluded as the next guy Pretending and hoping to find That distant peace of mind I don't know, who does know? There is nowhere to go It's not so simple as I try to wish But then again what is? There is no other worthy quest So on I go I don't know, who does know? There is nowhere to go I don't know, who does know? Where to go? I don't know (x4)
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on We're comin with the limericks and we're coming strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong 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 come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex 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 let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all those people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate
Words coming forth like water from the tap Clap tracks line the spaces places, papers, people, stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's just the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes, realize, electrify So I plan and I scheme 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
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 Eyes open wide to see if I could fly
Going 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 And when it comes to competition we've got them locked U-N-I-T-E A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite B-boys 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 Well, this is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap Now, people of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm coming down with the bugallo flu Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically putting it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Gotta get up to get down I've got the Terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 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 shaking 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 making, it's how we do I be smoking 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 moving to the broad daylight B-girls of the world unite alright "Keep it on and on" (etc.)
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And what do you do when your man kills himself? And how do I make friends now? And where is my Mom? I need to show her that she taught me And please let me die an instant death
To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
All you trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static All you klingons in your fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowing 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 rapping 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 blazing, you're out of phase And my crews amazing We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check... Now, I go by the name of the king Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy, who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say "Ad-Rock, you rock so well" I'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 going 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...
Now, get busy Now, once upon a time up on this mic MC's be really working on what they write With the sound delight we rock all night And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight We're international like Matt Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei Still around the way is where we'll stay Say what we mean, mean what we say Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and What we do now is future moulding Columbine bowling, childhood stolen We need a bit more gun controlling Right-right now-now, what is going on? We-we gotta-gotta get it going on Be-be-fore-fore it's too far gone We gotta work together, it's been too long When I get on you scream "Hoo tight!" Rocking 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 attacking other nations And narrations on every station False election's got me losing my patience I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way and I got to say fuck the KKK and Oh yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you say Right-right now-now... 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 Please pass me the Reunite on ice Well, let's go to work and not beserk 'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt Try to smooth it out like Levert Keep the mind alert and not revert Right-right now-now...
Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Morrow out on Avenue L We be grilling cheese and flipping flapjacks With the diamond stylus 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 (x3) 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 Plazza 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... 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 I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam Gnip Gnop, I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait ET phone home, now get the fuck out my face You know we shake 'em, bake 'em then we take 'em Treat MC's like leaves go out and rake 'em If you sell our CD's on Canal before we make 'em To serve you on a platter like steak 'em
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 treaty he decided to neglect And still the US just wants to flex Keep doing that wop we gonna break our necks It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill Hate filled people wanna keep us in check Tearing down each other is what they expect If you want love well hey that's a bet We've got to give before we can get Waiting like a batter who is on deck When it's time to wreck shop then shop 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 the facts are checked Another press conference someone's talking out their neck It takes a second to wreck it... So step up to the window and place your bets Is the US gonna keep breaking necks? Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex And the military muscle that he wants to flex By the time Bush is done what will be left? Selling votes like E-pills 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...
And now my name is Ad-Rock I've got a story to tell When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Oh, you didn't know I got the flow I could sing, rap, dance in just one show With the cornbread stuffing with the Blimpie Bluffin Motherfucking Yosi with the goddamn muffins Hey could you please pass me the peas And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze I'm the player and the coach, I'm no roach I bought my grandma a brand new broach Well, I'm MCA with a story to tell When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fasting I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman I'm rehearsing and ain't masking Bringing the beat back and keeping it lasting Keeping it top notch, beyond passing Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashing I'm party crashing, so you better batten Down those hatches, stop procrasting Well, I'm Mike D with a story to tell And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Went to the top and never went pop and Came back down but still not stopping I'm not even asking "Yo what's cracking?" Serving MC's on a platter like a baked Alaskan So start packing because I'm back in The game of hip-hop reprenting Manhattan Now push the pause button then start ducking Shhhhh you heard me like I'm EF Hutton
If you (if you) wanna know (wanna know) The real deal about the three Well let me tell you we're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Check it out 'Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party, not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal And moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If you (if you)... Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mister 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-a check it Slow down with I-me, got to stop stinging The source of the problem is at the origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringing You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whinging If you (if you)... BAM, super nature goddamn Cerrone on the microphone I am Ad-Rock a.k.a sharp cheddar, my rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that? Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed We're originators you can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e 'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, devastating If you (if you)...
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book? Look give it back, you're wicky wack With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all I didn't touch your hand man, you know its all ball You sold a few records but don't get slick 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits You've been in the game, your career is long But when you break it down you've only got two songs MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shooting skeet I just yell pull and Mike drops the beat You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage, men Taking out the trash when you pull out the pen And if you don't like then hey fuck you! Now, I read about you up on page six They was trashing 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 walking 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" (x4) 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 yelling and wilding 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!
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 Ad-Rock made in New York Oh word? What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name's MCA made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here's a song for you "Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Yo what the talafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm politicing at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk My name is Ad-Rock 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 cooking The name's MCA 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 two 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 Mister O'Rourke The name's Mike D made in New York Oh word?
Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight You want peace for the people then ya say alright 'Cause George W's got nothing on me We got to take the power from he When I'm on the mic I feel good to go Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know And my zodiac sign is Scorpio Look what the cat dragged in The creme de la creme without the skin So take a rest and mind your own biz And that's it that's all that's all there is Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan Let's go to work, get those hands clappin'g Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate Don't underrate how I operate It ain't what you say, it's what you mean Intention leads to action, that is my theme So pay attention now as I begin to recap Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz And that's it that's all that's all there is Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you Brand new The time and place for the mind is here and now Keep the mind present less to worry about But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo Like George Whipple on New York One Got a hairy ass and that's no fun I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone And on the microphone you know that I'm at home It's time we looked past all our differences An' that's it that's all that's all there is Come on Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you And that's Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
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 Ad-Rock and I aim to please And I gotta spread love in society We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form What you saw what you heard I get involved I might disturb And if you want what's going down You might just get that silky sound So what'cha want? So what'cha need? I've got the fonts you want to read Get in the game you gotta scheme All the same I've got the team More new wave not OG Walking down the block you say "Yo D! When you coming out with the new CD That spreads love in society?" We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form Goto goto goto goto Don't mess with crack or the baking soda Whether in the high rise where you live like Roda Or in the shack and you live like Yoda Once again it's on like a brand new morn Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm All you spazzes and you freaks Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique If it don't hurt nobody else than Don't be afraid to be yourself and Special dedication and so on to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form
Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I sneak a chicken tikka Marsala at a gala event I represent that's stupid that's for sure You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature" I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye All this cheese is gonna make me cry Gorgonzola, Provolone Don't even get me started on this microphone Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis Got the edge and I've got the advantage If you could see things from my vantage Point then you could better understand this I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight When it comes to panache I can't be beat I got the most style from below 14th street Internationally known as the Keebler Elf Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps Posing like you're rolling with that camp In layman's terms let me break it down You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama? Goodness gracious golly gee Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie! Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! Freak out with the genie....
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York, you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX * 1 At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx... The LIE, the BQE Hippies at the band shell with the LSD 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 Sneaking in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Diana 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... 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 living And loving 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 Two 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...
There's a party going on in here for real I got more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The only air time you get is on bloopers Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space So renovate or evacuate You better think twice before you start flossing I been in your bathroom often Taking punk 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 or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock 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... A 14! 9 Don't step into my zone or even periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase You tried to take my title now put it back in place But now you're busted wearing panties and lace Steeling my style from my trophy case But my drive's secure like an army base You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me; I'm in your 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 shall? 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof They're like anvils lined up on a roof Waiting to drop on your corny melon 'Cause were not buying what you're selling First you want to battle then you start to whine You're looking hungry, it must be snack time So run home where you feel safe But don't sleep Cochise; I'm in your crawl space
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 lagging 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 fucking ass 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha
Who got the chance to make things right? Why the politicians always want to fight? The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh! Let me tell you what you can do Step outside the cone of silence Too much hatred and violence It's time to rewind We need a military decline Got the power of the mind focused Government like a locust Are we gone or just going? Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the Eyes on the prize and never wane Take the bull by the reins If you want it be the change Like Ghandi and MLK Wait up, got to change the system Need knowledge, power and wisdom Same way I rock this microphone Speak up, just let it be known Hey ladies, fellas And everyone between Take the power back, let them react And let's show them what we mean; Check it out Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the We can work, walk, march and protest Think about how we approach this Ask questions but they keep frontin' Due time we change a little something Hey yo don't you know Won't forget Amaduous Diallo To the crooked people and the crooked cops Got to spread love before the world goes pop Never again should we use the A-bomb We need an international ban on all W.O.M.D.'s gone We need a multilateral disarm Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the
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 Geller 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 body 'cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it When it rains I don't use an umbrella When I write rhymes, I use indella, the ink That will make you think Flowing like water that you love to drink NOW get busy Sweet like a ??? filled with Gnutella Creamy like buffalo mozzarella Sneaking around you know I smell ya Well I play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya Well I could give a fuzz if ya think you're a baller I gets 'em ??? ?? well you fall smaller Middle school rapper and the crowd gets your love 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 bonafide scholar So ease up on the bong to ease that coughing Butter's on the table now watch it soften Bring in those beats and I'm a bring them muffing 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