Rhymin' and Stealin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hold It Now Hit It

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why don't you hook up that def jam right about now?

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

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

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

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
Yo, that was real def, man, try that again, man
I like that def stuff, boy

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

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
Bust that choco-lotto
What, huh, yo, man, pass that over here, man, alright

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

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

The New Style

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

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

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

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

There it is
Kick it

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

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

There it is
Kick it

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

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

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

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

She's Crafty

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

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

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

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

Uh, yeah

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

Posse in Effect

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slow Ride

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

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

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

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

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

Girls

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

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

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

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

Jockin' Mike D to my dismay

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

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

Yeah

Fight for Your Right

Kick it

You wake up late for school, man, you don't wanna go
You ask your mom "please," but she still says "no"
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You got to fight for your right to party

Your pop caught you smoking and he said "no way"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (busted)

You got to fight for your right to party
You got to fight

Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said "what's that noise?"
Aw, mom, you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys

You got to fight for your right to party
You got to fight for your right to party

Parrrrrrty
Parrrrrrty

No Sleep till Brooklyn

No sleep till Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paul Revere

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brass Monkey

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey, here's how you feel
You put your left leg down, your right leg up
Tilt your head back, let's finish the cup
MCA with the bottle, D rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet, we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go, we bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three, Mike D is D
Double R foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a castle in Brooklyn, that's where I dwell

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass

Because
'Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace
When it's time to get ill, I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on, y'all, it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers, getting kind of funky
Me and the crew, we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by, she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker, grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey, mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo, baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip-sip, the girl she gave me lip-lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass

Step up to the bar, put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
You take a sip, you can do it, you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry martini, you thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar, I smack you off your stool
I'll down a '40 dog in a single gulp
And if you got beef, you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def-def girls-girls all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record, I got my advance
I drink it, I think it, I see it, I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D it
We got the bottle and you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get ffffff

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey

Brass Monkey

Slow and Low

Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

It's never old school, all brand new
So everybody catch the bugaloo flu
Not like a fever, not like a cold
But the beats are clear, the rhymes are bold
So don't see a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen to the music, first things first
First of all, get off the wall
It's time to party so have a ball
We slowed it on down so get the hell up
Like a volcano, I'll erupt
We got determination, bass and highs
White Castle fries only come in one size
What you see is what you get
And you ain't seen nothing yet

So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

I do not sing but I make a def song
You could live your whole life, and I hope you live long
On the Gong Show, we won't get gonged
We're the Beastie Boys, not Cheech and Chong
Strong as an ox, fresh out the box
The crowd is so live, they're coming in flocks
And when we go on, the crowd goes off
It's all hard rock, there's nothing soft

Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

COD

So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
And let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock
We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top
MCA, Adrock, Mike D makes three
And we can do it like this in the place to be
When I'm recorded, you'll be rewarded
I know my song is def 'cause you all applauded
Not PCP or LSD, just me, Mike D, in the place to be
This is not free, you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a COD

So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo

The beat is slow in order to dance
I wanna hear I do's and no I can't
First you move your legs and then your arms
It's not fast and nervous, this dance is calm
It's truly stable and you ought to be able
To dance to the record when it's on the turntable

So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
, Slow and low that is the tempo

Beastie Groove

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

That's right
Hey, hey, mom

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

Rock Hard

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

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

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

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

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

Party's Getting Rough

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

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

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

Time to Get Ill

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

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

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

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

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

I'm Mr. Ed
The famous Mr. Ed
Riding down the block...uh-huh...

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

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

Beastie Revolution

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

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

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

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

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

Bonus Batter

(Instrumental)

Cooky Puss

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

These pussy crumbs are making me itch!

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

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

My real name is
My real name is

My sister's name was
Scratch

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

And my mother got to call us for dinner

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

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

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

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

Beastie Boys rock!
Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys

Aaahhh, B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
That's just what Beasties gotta be
Can't you see this is an emergency
Can you feel the urgency
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
With the hold of democracy
In a state of emergency now

Aaahhh, going out to rock the state
Let's just come and take unique
All across the stormy sea
Better days in democracy
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Captain stayed off so merrily
In a state of emergency now

Aaahhh, B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Cops just don't have respect to me
World is filled with tyranny
All across the stormy sea
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Who the hell are we off to see?
Let's just come and take unique
Now B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
B-E-A-S-T-I-E go

Holy Snappers

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

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

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

Shit!

Jimi

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

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

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

Riot Fight

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

Transit Cop

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

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

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

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

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

Egg Raid on Mojo

Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo

We dressed all in black
We snuck up around the back
We began to attack
The eggs did crack on Mojo's back
Go!

Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo
Egg raid on Mojo

Don't scream, gonna fight
Let's have an egg raid tonight
Don't scream, gonna fight
Let's have an egg raid tonight

Egg raid, gonna die
Beat up Mojo all the time

Michelle's Farm

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To...

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

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

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

Ri-ri-right now
Bad enough

To All the Girls

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

3-Minute Rule

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

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

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

Wah...

Egg Man

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

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

Once upon a time
Egg Man...

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

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

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

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

Hey Ladies

Hey
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman, or Tom Foolery
Date women on TV with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on the bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin', I make a little bit of stealing
I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling
Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
Such and such will be the bass that I'm throwing
I'm talking to a girl telling her I'm all-knowing
Well, she's talking to the kid (who? to the kid)
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did

Hey ladies, get funky
All the ladies in the house
The ladies, the ladies

Well, me in the corner with a good-looking daughter
I dropped my drawers and said "Welcome back Kotter"
We was cutting up the rug, she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment, I begged her please stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothing but a crab
Educated no, stupid yep
And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh
I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge
I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large
With the white sassoons and the looks that kill
Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville
Then I met a little cutie, she was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie, but I kicked her in the booty
'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
You be listening to my records, a number one sound
Just step to the rhythm, step to the ride
I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside?
Tune in, tune on, to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like bees to a hive

Hey ladies, get funky
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
Girls, girls
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
One more time ain't it funky now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
Ain't it funky now

You know that
She's got a gold tooth, you know she's hardcore
She'll show you a good time, then she'll show you the door
Break up with your girl, it ended in tears
Vincent Van Gogh, go and mail that ear
Call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinkin'
The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinkin'
Said come on over, it was me that she missed
I threw that trashcan through her window 'cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you and you went (girls, girls, girls) insane
You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train
Well, take my advice at any price, a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak, man
Sucking down pints 'til I didn't know
Woke up in the morning at the one Ton Ho
'Cause I announce, I like girls that bounce
With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
Girls with curls, and big long locks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Walking high and mighty like she's number one
She thinks she's the passionate one

Hey ladies, get funky
What's that?
Good god
Good god, dance
Good god
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Ain't it funky, brother?
He, ha, ha, ha
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
Hey, hey, ladies

High Plains Drifter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Ryall

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

Oh, wine cooler

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall

Check the cooled wax!

Shake Your Rump

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio, stayin' up all night
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin'
I got a boat, to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg, I'm just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
Ooh-ooh is my disco call
MCA (hu-huh)
I'm gettin' rope, y'all

Routines I bust, and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose, man
I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes
You heard my style, I think you missed the point

It's the joint

Mike D (yeah), with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings
Well, I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane, you got clout
Other DJs, he'll put your head out
A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme or do my thing
I'm in a lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be freakin' or peakin', but I rock well
The Patty Duke, the Wrench, and then I bust the Tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got mango
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump-a

Shake your rump-a

A full clout, y'all, a full clout, y'all
And when the mic is in my mouth, I turn it out, y'all
A full clout

Never been dumped, 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped, 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah, we've got beef, chief, we're knocking out teeth, chief
And if you don't believe us, you should question your belief, Keith
I'm like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone, driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Who-ha, got them all in check
Running from the law, the press, and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond?
No, mine's Clarence
From downtown, Manhattan, the Village
My style is wild, and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping, and you're doing the bump

Shake your rump-a

The Sounds of Science

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

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

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

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

Droppin' science like Galileo dropped the orange

5-Piece Chicken Dinner

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

Car Thief

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

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

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

Shadrach

Riddle me this, my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry, and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
Not how you play the game, but it's how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin, and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock, we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to
I once was lost, but now I'm found
The music washes over, and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the earth?
The meek shall
And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al
And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
We're just three emcees, and we're on the go
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Only 24 hours in a day
Only 12 notes, well, a man can play
Music for all, for not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers than a plumber got pliers
Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers
Well, if not for my vices and my bugged out desires
My year would be good, just like Goodyear's tires
'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business and pleasure way too much
You know, wine and women and song and such
I don't get blue, I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band (your friends), yo, that's weak
Get even like Steven, like pulling a Rambo
Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, you know

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Stealing from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor, and I always give thanks
Because I've got more stories that JD's got Salinger
I hold the title, and you are the challenger
I've got money like Charles Dickens
I've got the girlies in the coup, like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman
Never gonna let them say that I don't love you

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Well, my noggin' is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
And Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin', of course
Well, smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky-dope musicians
Just like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You love Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter (say what?) the popcorn
Sipping on wine and macking
Rocking on the stage with all the hands clapping
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Holmes
Being very proud to be an emcee
And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do, hell, no
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

What Comes Around

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

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

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

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

Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun

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

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

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

Ask for Janice

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

Gratitude

Good times gone, and you missed them
What's gone wrong in your system?
Things they bounce, like a Spalding
What'd you think? Did you miss your calling?
It's so free, this kind of feeling
It's like life, it's so appealing
When you've got so much to say
It's called gratitude
And that's right

Good times gone, but you feed it
Hate's grown strong, you feel you need it
Just one thing, do you know you
What you think? That the world owes you?
What's gonna set you free?
Look inside and you'll see
When you've got so much to say
It's called gratitude
And that's right

Pass the Mic

Goodness gracious!

If you can feel what I'm feeling, then it's a musical masterpiece
Hear what I'm dealin' with, then that's cool at least
What's runnin' through my mind comes through in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way that I talk
And this is me, y'all, I emcee, y'all
My name is MCA, and I still do what I please
And now I'd like to introduce (what's up?)
I'll pass the mic to D, for a fist full of truth

The name is D, y'all, and I don't play
And I can rock a block party (block party) 'til your hair turns grey
So, what you sayin'?
I explode on site and like Jimmie Walker I'm dynomite!
And now I'd like to pass the mic (uh-huh)
So Adrock, c'mon and do anything you like

I'm the A-D-R-O-C-K
In the place with the bass I'm goin' all the way
I can't stop, y'all, tock-tick, y'all
And if you think that you're slick, you'll catch a brick, y'all
'Cause I'ma turn it in and I'ma turn it out
But for now I've got to pass the mic to Yauch

Well, on and on and on and on
I can't stop, y'all, 'til the early morn'
So rock-rock, y'all, tick-tock, y'all
To the beat, y'all, c'mon and rock, y'all

I give thanks for inspiration, it guides my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say

Well, everybody rappin' like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So this is what I've got to say to you all
Be true to yourself and you will never fall
But now I'd like to pass the mic to the A
So what's your name, Yauch?
My name is MCA

I've been comin' to where I am from the get-go
Find that I can groove with the beat when I let go
So put your worries on hold
Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul
And now I'd like to pass the mic (to who?)
To my brother Adrock, come on and shine like a light

Yes-yes, y'all, and yes-yes, y'all
I'm always on time never the less, y'all
And that's right, y'all, I shed light, y'all
I've got no time in my life to get uptight, y'all
So what you gonna say that I don't know already?
I'm like Clyde and I'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun
So Mike D (that's me), c'mon and get some

M-I-K-E to the D
You come and see me and you pay a fee
Do what I do professionally
To tell the truth, I am exactly what I want to be
Now Adrock (huh) and MCA (yea)
Let's rock this joint in the old school way

Well, I'm on, on 'til the crack of dawn
Mowin' down emcees like I'm mowin' a lawn
I go off, off like nothin' can phase me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie?
One of these days, D
But I can stand my ground and I am down
To wax an emcee who acts like a clown
But for now, I'd like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd

So What'cha Want

To Mario C, you can't front on that!

Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris
You know I get fly, you think I get high
You know that I'm gone and I'ma tell you all why

So tell me who are you dissin', maybe I'm missin'
The reason that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen
In my head I just want to take 'em down
Imagination set loose, and I'm gonna shake 'em down

Let it flow like a mud slide
When I get on, I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex, y'all

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
You're so funny with my money that you flaunt (you flaunt)
I said where'd you get your information from, huh?
You think that you can front when revelation comes?

Yeah, you can't front on that

Well, they call me Mike D, the ever-loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee, well, I'm the Metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar

But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip top
Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall
Well, I'll be calling out you people like a casting call

Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know with your flow when you're out getting by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet

Well, I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind, that's right
I said I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind

Yeah, you can't front on that

But little do you know about something that I talk about
I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walk about
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all
I want you off the wall if you're playing the wall
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long, leaner, Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena

Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause
But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leach

Yeah, you can't front on that

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

Something's Got to Give

I wish for peace between the races
Someday we shall all be one
Why fight yourself
This one is called rectify
There's somethin' coming to the surface
There's fire all around
But this is all illusion

I've seen better days than this one
I've seen better nights than this one
Tension is rebuilding
Something's got to give
Something's got to give

Someday we shall all be one

Jesus Christ, we're nice

Jimmy James

This next one is the first song on our new album...

People how you doin', there's a new day dawnin'
For the Earth Mother, it's a brand new mornin'
For such a long while, there's been such a longin'
But now the sun is shinin', let's roll back the awnin'

Move-move your body

This is a type of kinda like a formal dedication
Givin' out a shout for much inspiration
All I ever really want to do is get nice
Get loose and goof a little slice of life
Sendin' out love to all corners of the land
I jump up on the stage and take the mic in my hand
I'm not playin' the role, just being who I am
And if you try to dis me, I couldn't give a damn
'Cause I'm rockin'
Rockin'
Rockin'
Rock-rock, rockin'
Yeah, get down
Rock-rock, rock on
Rock-rock, rock on
Rock-rock, rock on
Mic-mic, mic control
Mic-mic, mic control
Mic-mic-mic, mic control
Yeah, can you get my drift?

Bass from the back of my car feels soothin'
Eight bazookas is what I'm usin'
I'm Mike D, and it's been proven
I love it when I see the party people just movin'
Strapped on my ear goggles and what did I see?
But the music brought the people into harmony

Ahh, for the blacks, Puerto Ricans, and the white people too

Finger Lickin' Good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Funky Boss

Whoa...

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

I can go away until you know when...

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

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

'Cause everywhere is gonna be nowhere...

Lighten Up

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

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

Time for Livin'

Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight

Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell, I can see
I said ain't nobody got the pain, I can hear
But if I have to I'll yell in your ear

Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'

Check it out

Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell, I can see
I said ain't nobody got the pain, I can hear
But if I have to I will yell in your ear

Soul fire
Soul fire
And we ain't got no water
We don't have no water

Time for livin', time for givin'
No time for making up a monster to sell
Time for livin', time for givin'
No time for breakin' out a lie to sell

The Blue Nun

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

What's the secret, Peter?

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

Mmm, it does go well with the chicken.

Delicious again, Peter.

The Biz vs the Nuge

One, two, three...
The Beatsie Boys, they are they comin' home
They comin' home, oh, they comin' home
To all their fans, they are they comin' home
They're comin' home, oh, they're comin' home

Groove Holmes

(Instrumental)

Pow

(Hurricane vocals from the live version)

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

Stand Together

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

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

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

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

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

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

I think we should stand together

Live at PJ's

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

I almost blew it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, alright

The Maestro

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

Yeaaaah, yeah...

Who is it?

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

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

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

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

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

Who is it?

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

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

Dr Lee PhD

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

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

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

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

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

Mark on the Bus

Good morning
Time to get up and go to work

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

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

Just a Test

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

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

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

Namaste

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

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

In 3's

One, two, three, four...

(Instrumental)

Professor Booty

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

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

Yo, shut the fuck up, Chico man!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remote Control

Boom, yeah, the world mash up
Well, things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick
It's the night of the living cable box
Wires coming up from around the block
Remote control to change the station
But that won't change your situation
Have you seen what I mean?
I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams
So I say this rhyme built by design
To take you beyond space and time
Said 'Who is the man making diamonds out of coal?'
The man pushing buttons on remote control

Remote (I want) control
Remote (I want) control

Until your back's up against the wall
You never know yourself that much at all
So you've got to share your love with a friend (say what)
That's all that you've got left in the end (ahh, yeah)
I said living in this city of pure confusion
People mislead by their own illusion
All this action, no satisfaction
We're all linked together like a chain reaction
Play or fold, love is bold
What is the future that will unfold?
Some like it hot, others like it cold
But we all want to hold the remote control

Remote (I want) control
Remote (I want) control
Remote (I want) control
Remote (I want) control

Things get hectic quick
All of a sudden, I'm in the thick
Too much drama all around
Distractions booming in sensuround
Like a rainy day's Earth, it won't sit still
Sliding on down a hill
Sometimes life it seems to stall
But never be ungrateful y'all
So I got a little something for your pay per view
Like Don King, I've got a crazy hairdo
We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol
Controlled on Earth by remote control
Yeah, yup, yeah

The Move

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

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

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

Hey...hey

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

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

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

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

Super Disco Breakin'

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

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

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

Uh-huh...alright

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

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

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

Song for the Man

I don't like your attitude, boy

What makes you feel?
And why you gotta be?
Like you got the right
To look her up and down
What makes this world so sick and evil?
I know you don't know

What makes you feel like you got whip appeal?
Who made you the judge and jury?
Ain't you never heard of privacy?
What makes this world so sick and evil?
You figure it out
You figure it out

You figure it out

Heart Attack Man

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

Okay, okay, let's take it from here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Intergalactic

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension

Well, now, don't you tell me to smile
You stick around, I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because I'm so versatile

Style profile, I said
It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child
From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon just up 'til the very last mile

Well, if you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You've got gall, you've got guile (guile)
To step to me, I'm a rapophile

If you want to battle, you're in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic

Jazz and Awol, that's our team
Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee and cream

Well, I gotta keep it going, keep it going full-steam
Too sweet to be sour, too nice to be mean
Well, on the tough guy style, I'm not too keen
To try to change the world, I will plot and scheme

Mario C likes to keep it clean (clean)
Gonna shine like a sunbeam (beam)
Keep on rapping 'cause that's my dream (dream)
Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes

Now when it comes to envy, y'all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine ('tine)
Another dimension, new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic

Well, from the family tree of old school hip-hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
'Cause the music is live, like an electric shock

I am known to do the Wop (wop)
Also known for the Flintstone Flop (flop)
Tammy D getting biz on the crop (crop)
Beastie Boys known to let the beat mmm...drop
Do it

Now when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop
If my rap's soup my beats is stock
Step from the tables when I start to chop
I'm a lumber jack, DJ Adrock

If you try to knock me, you'll get mocked
I'll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension

Do it

Sure Shot

'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Mike D, come and rock the sure shot

I've got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-Hoo
I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed, I'm not a divorcee (yeah)
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey

Well, it's the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3
If you want a doody rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique rhymin'
I keep it on and on, it's never quittin' time

Strictly handheld is the style I go
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man they call the Mario

You pull up at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew (yeah)

Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
You know you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Adrock, come and rock the sure shot

Hurra-, Hurra-
Cane will cross fade on your ass and bust your eardrums
Listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears
I'm fresh like Doug E. when I get my specs
And on the microphone I come correct

Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop
Well, top-notch is my stock on the soapbox
I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share (oohh, weee)

I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it
I gotta straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much (yeah) sick shit (yeah)
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes
I'll have to step back, I gotta contemplate

Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very
On, rock the microphone, and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard
Never quittin', so won't you listen

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, yes, indeed, it's fun time

Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

MCA, come and rock the sure shot

I want to say a little something that's long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the end

Well, you say I'm twenty-something and I should be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever and you could call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV (yeah)
I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD

Well, I'm that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I wanna so I'm gonna (yeah)
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quittin'
Think I'm-a change up my style just to fit in?

I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all the nations
Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication

'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Keep on and rockin' the sure shot

B-boys, b-girls...
Tick-tock, tick-tick...tock-tock

Sabotage

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm-a set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fuckin' thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage

So, so, so, so listen up, 'cause you can't say nothin'
You'll shut me down with a push of your button
But, yo, I'm out and I'm gone
I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on

'Cause what you see, you might not get
And we can bet so don't you get souped yet
Scheming on a thing, that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage

Whhhhhyyyyyy!!!

Our backs are now against the wall

Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm-a set it straight, this Watergate
But I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be, it's a mirage
You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage

Song for Junior

Thank you very much

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

By you, by you...

Instant Death

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

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

And please let me
Die an instant death

Flute Loop

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

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

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

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

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

Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation

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

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

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

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

Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation

Electrify

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

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

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

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

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

Futterman's Rule

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

(Instrumental)

Ricky's Theme

(Instrumental)

Shambala

(Instrumental)

Eugene's Lament

(Instrumental)

Sneakin' Out the Hospital

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

H-h-help me...ooh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Movin' on

Fresh!

The Biz Grasshopper Experiment

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh-oh, that was Mario's fault

Sabrosa

(Instrumental)

Tough Guy

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

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

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

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

Picture This

Listen

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

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

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

Something on the windowsill
Something on the windowsill

Dedication

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

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

I Don't Know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Transitions

(Instrumental)

AWOL

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

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls, all the girls...

You liked it, some of it's...

59 Chrystie Street

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

A Year and a Day

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

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

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

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

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave

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

Dropping Names

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

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

Flowin' Prose

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

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

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

Youth enough, we put down the gun

Hello Brooklyn

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

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

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

Get on the Mic

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

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

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

At the fever

Lay It on Me

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

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

Stop That Train

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

Stop that train, I want to get off

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

Mike on the Mic

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

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

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

Root Down

That's a record

Uhhhh...
Huh

Yeah, I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how you gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down

It's not a put down, I put my foot down
And then I makin' some love, I put my root down
I'm like "Sweetie Pie" by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for dropping science
'Cause I'm electric like Dick Hyman
I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhyming
Never let you down with the stereo sound
So, Mike, get on the mic and turn it out

We're talking root down, I put my boot down (boot down)
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down (loot down)
I said it's root down (root down), it's time to scoot down (scoot down)
I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down (goose down)
Come up representing from the Upper West
Money Making putting me to the test
Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed
Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest (yeah, Mike it, Mike it)

Well, I ain't coming out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys
Just strutting like The Meters with the "Look-ka Py Py"
Downtown Brooklyn is where I was born
But when the snow is fallin' then I am gone (oh weee)
You might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
So break it to the root when we kick it on down
Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna give him a pound (yeah)

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
'Cause how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down (yeah)

Well, Adrock (huh)
Don't stop, come on
Just get on the mic with the tick and the tock

Well, I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like Brim
I'm walking down your block and you say that's him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beatsie Boys, you know we're gonna get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say "Oh my god, that's the funky shit!"
So I'm-a pass the mic and cause a panic (yeah)
The original nasal kid is doing damage

Every morning I took the train to High Street Station
Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation
On the way back up, hearing battle tapes
Through the underground, underneath the skyscrapes (yeah)
It's like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee
There's one you should know (yeah)
Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due
MCA, grab the mic and Ma Bell will connect you

Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
Give thanks and praise to the Lord, and I will feel alright
I'm feelin' good to play a little music (music)
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it (love to do it)
And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone (yeah)
I'll take a little shout out to my dad and mom (yeah)
For bringing me into this world and so on

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna rock it?
Gonna rock it root down
Break it on down, gonna kick it root down

Yeah, that shit's on down

And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario
And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario
And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario

Awww, now that's a record, buddy

Skills To Pay The Bills

I've got the skills to pay the bills ya
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Ah what you got, I got the skills to pay the bills

I'm mike d and I'm bustin' out trap kits Haha
The time has come so I'm going to rap this yea
You Rip Van Winkle now you're gonna' wake up
MC's pick up a hobby that you're gonna' take up
Well on the stage I'm known to break fool huh
But when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule wohoo
Workin' on my game cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack shit
Up to the top, 'till the very last drop yea
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MC's I watch you getting around my... agh shit

The skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya'll

So it better pull through when it comes to me
Let it go down like it's supposed to be
Words together like birds in a flock
Ah yes rhymes on time like the hands on a clock
Well I'm an epileptic, a skept-a-cleptic check it
I'm cutting up the beats from the bear I clept it
I fucked around and then I lost my tooth ahaa
I'm telling everybody it's the goddamn truth
Like Dennis Coffey I'm a Scorpio Scorpio
Like my man Schneider, I'm a super ho super ho
Making mountains out of molehills and rockin' some mo' skills
Butt naked beats with butt naked fills

I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya'll

Hu-hu-hu-haa

A-wella' wella' wella' wella' welcome back
I don't sell bullets and I don't sell crack
Rub a little oil on my neck and back shit
Now listen baby doll we outta hit the sack
The original young aboriginal oohoo
Continued evolution of an individual well I'll tell ya
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It's 1992 and still no one to vote for
Well like my words is what I'm seeing through my own eyes
A little vision of the truth in a world of lies
When it comes to coming off I like to get my fill
Well I got the skills
I got the skills to pay the bills y'all
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
Uhh what you got Mike - my skills to pay the bills
Agh yea, I got the skills to pay the bills y'all

Wooo getta got gotta got gotta got some
We got the mad skills in 92 boy
Yea you know what I'm saying
Skills... to pay the bills
Skills y'all I got skills to pay the bills
Skills y'all Skills to pay the bills
What skills skills skills to pay the bills
Yeah yeah skills to pay the bills

What skills money money
What skills makin' ah money money
What skills makin' makin' makin' money
What skills makin' makin' money
What skills ya'll gotta' pay the bills
I got skills y'all to pay the bills
I got skills ya'll
I got I got a I got a I got a got the skills y'all..
My skills to pay the bills..
Mario C ya he's paid the bills
Mike D y'all you know I pay the bills
And AdRock yea let's pay the bills

The Scoop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is rough and tough

The Update

Children of the earth!

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

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

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

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

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Revelation

Unite

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

Uhh, yeah

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

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

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

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

Breakdancers of the world, unite!

Oh shit...yeah

Bboys of the world, unite!

Well wicked

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

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

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

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

Ravers of the world, unite!

Come on now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Son Of Neckbone

(Instrumental)

Live Wire

I know where you got to be going but you don't know why
I see things I ought not to know but I can't help life
You never knew my heart for you was monstersize

You're a live wire
You're a live wire

Let me know if you want to check out for the all time high
My man told me long hellos and short good byes
But you are something else I love you please don't die

You're a live wire
You're a live wire

Netty's Girl

Ok, good evening everybody
Everybody uh ready?
Did you go pass the leader on the cassette there?
Oh, it's rollin'
Ok, very good, very good
Alright, everybody take one
1, 2, 3, 4

Hey there everybody
I'd like to tell everybody out there
A little story about someone that was very special to me
And this is a special song about that special someone
About just how special things can be, you know
I'm sure everybody out there has gone
Uh, felt, felt something very similar to that
And it can, uh, it can be the best thing
It can be the worst thing
It can make you feel great or

There Georgie girl
Oh, Georgie girl
Oh, hey, there Georgie girl, yeah
You can kiss that old crumb crack guy goodbye
Because you know, uh, yeah, baby, you know
You're on the one, the funky one
Oh, baby, yeah
Yo, you know, I saw you that day you
How's your girl, Mike?
Ah, she's pretty nice, man, but I tell you, yo
I saw the other girl at Netty's the other day
And she had her shit together
I'm talkin' about hip-hop, pow!
Boomin' system up top, in the back

Ah, hey there, Georgie girl
Georgie girl
Ah, baby, you look so nice
You on the one
You got your shit together Georgie girl
Yeah, you're looking so nice Georgie girl
Georgie girl, you know you're on the one
Oh, hey, lonely girl

Yeah, that's right, baby, that was you the first time
You know, I saw you all alone
I was on the boardwalk, you know
You know, you were looking lovely
A little bit lonely and uh
You know, you was squirting the water in the clown's mouth and everything
But, hey baby, you know I would win the whole prize for you
The whole nine yards, the, the skee ball tickets
Everything baby for you

Drinkin' Wine

(Instrumental)

Do It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got the funk
We got the funk

Boomin' Granny

Yea..
Agh Yea...
Agh Yea This One's Deticated To All The Ladies In The Front , The Back
All the Older Ladies Out There
Lookin' Nice, You Know Who You Are
Whoo...

I Need You Boomin' Granny
I Said I Want You Boomin' Granny
Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny
Boomin' Granny, Good And Planty

Well It Might Sound Odd, It Might Sound Corney
But Here's Some Sex Rhymes For Those That Are Horney
For Your Boomin' Granny With The Boomin' System
Said I Love Ya Won't Leave Ya So You Got To Listen
See I'm Talkin' About The Way That I'm Felling
You're So Lovely Lengthy And So Appealing
A Sassy Sophisicated Sexy Lady
Well I'm 26 And You're 80
The Clock Is Ticking So You Better Not Front
We Can Go To My Place Or We Could Smoke A Runt
Well You're A Lovely Girl, Just Like B. Author
Just Turn Down The Lights So We Can Go Farther

Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny
Boomin' Granny, Good And Planty

Because I Saw Ya At The Check Out Line
You Dropped Your Coupons And You Were Looking Fine
Sophisicated, And So Mature
I Couldn't Really Care If You're 50 Or 74
Becaues I Want Ya, And I Need Ya
Hey Boomin' Granny You Could Be My Teacher
And I Could Be Your Pet, Bet
Listen Old Lady I'm Gonna Make Ya Sweat
I Know I'm Younger, And Your Much Older
You Look So nice On My Chevy Nova
I'm gonna Take Her To The Low Ryder Show, And Flaunt Ya
I Gotta Tell Ya Lady

I Said I Want You Boomin' Granny
Because I Need You Boomin' Granny
Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny
Boomin' Granny, Good And Planty

Long Burn the Fire

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

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

Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free

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

Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free

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

Bobo on the Corner

(Instrumental)

Bodhisattva Vow

As I develop the awakening mind
I praise the Buddhas as they shine
I bow before you as I travel my path
To join your ranks, I make my full-time task
For the sake of all beings I seek
The enlighted mind that I know I'll reap
Respect to Shantideva and all the others
Who brought down the Dharma for sisters and brothers
I give thanks for this world as a place to learn
And for this human body that I know I've earned
And my deepest thanks to all sentient beings
For without them, there would be no place to learn what I'm seeing
There's nothing here that's not been said before
But though I put it down now so that I'll be sure
To solidify my own views
And I'll be glad if it helps anyone else out too

If others disrespect me or give me flack
I'll stop and think before I react
Knowing that they're going through insecure stages
I'll take the opportunity to exercise patience
I'll see it as a chance to help the other person
Nip it in the bud before it can worsen
A chance for me to be strong and sure
As I think on the Buddhas who have come before
As I praise and respect the good they've done
Knowing love can conquer hate in every situation
We need other people in order to create
The circumstances for the learning that we're here to generate
Situations that bring up our deepest fears
So we can work to release them until they're cleared
Therefore it only makes sense
To thank our enemies despite their intent

The Bodhisattva path is one of power and strength
A strength from within to go the length
Seeing others are as important as myself
I strive for a happiness of mental wealth
With the interconnectedness that we share as one
Every action that we take affects everyone
So in deciding for what a situation calls
There is a path for the good for all
I try to make my every action for that highest good
With the altruistic wish to achieve Buddhahood
So I pledge here before everyone who's listening
To try to make my every action for the good of all beings
For the rest of my lifetimes and even beyond
I vow to do my best, to do no harm
And in times of doubt, I can think on the Dharma
And the Enlightened Ones who've graduated Samsara

Resolution Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pass the Mic

Goodness gracious!

If you can feel what I'm feeling, then it's a musical masterpiece
Hear what I'm dealin' with, then that's cool at least
What's runnin' through my mind comes through in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way that I talk
And this is me, y'all, I emcee, y'all
My name is MCA, and I still do what I please
And now I'd like to introduce (what's up?)
I'll pass the mic to D, for a fist full of truth

The name is D, y'all, and I don't play
And I can rock a block party (block party) 'til your hair turns grey
So, what you sayin'?
I explode on site and like Jimmie Walker I'm dynomite!
And now I'd like to pass the mic (uh-huh)
So Adrock, c'mon and do anything you like

I'm the A-D-R-O-C-K
In the place with the bass I'm goin' all the way
I can't stop, y'all, tock-tick, y'all
And if you think that you're slick, you'll catch a brick, y'all
'Cause I'ma turn it in and I'ma turn it out
But for now I've got to pass the mic to Yauch

Well, on and on and on and on
I can't stop, y'all, 'til the early morn'
So rock-rock, y'all, tick-tock, y'all
To the beat, y'all, c'mon and rock, y'all

I give thanks for inspiration, it guides my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say

Well, everybody rappin' like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So this is what I've got to say to you all
Be true to yourself and you will never fall
But now I'd like to pass the mic to the A
So what's your name, Yauch?
My name is MCA

I've been comin' to where I am from the get-go
Find that I can groove with the beat when I let go
So put your worries on hold
Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul
And now I'd like to pass the mic (to who?)
To my brother Adrock, come on and shine like a light

Yes-yes, y'all, and yes-yes, y'all
I'm always on time never the less, y'all
And that's right, y'all, I shed light, y'all
I've got no time in my life to get uptight, y'all
So what you gonna say that I don't know already?
I'm like Clyde and I'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun
So Mike D (that's me), c'mon and get some

M-I-K-E to the D
You come and see me and you pay a fee
Do what I do professionally
To tell the truth, I am exactly what I want to be
Now Adrock (huh) and MCA (yea)
Let's rock this joint in the old school way

Well, I'm on, on 'til the crack of dawn
Mowin' down emcees like I'm mowin' a lawn
I go off, off like nothin' can phase me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie?
One of these days, D
But I can stand my ground and I am down
To wax an emcee who acts like a clown
But for now, I'd like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd

Negotiation Limerick File

Bet you're wondering what's been going on
Bet you think I've almost lost my mind

My DJ's got the cuts, and the beats are on
We're coming with the limericks, and we're coming strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
When it comes to keeping it real, I keep it really wrong
At the risk of sounding crass, I would like to mention
That I'm well aware of your wack intentions
To usurp my prose, you so-and-so
It's my primary bone of contention
I tell you, everybody, I've had it
With all these people with static
I'll go insane if it don't rain
Sucker MCs are problematic

I love it when you hit those switches
I curve ball what my pitch is
So here we-here we come
Like dum-ditty-dum
I keep all five boroughs in stitches

You're right, man

Sound, sound, sound, sound, sound, sound
Sound, sounds sweeter through the echoplex
And it'll spin you around and throw you in a hex
Until you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects

You read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen, everybody, let's show improve
Don't let me begin about heroin
Living six feet deep just ain't the move

We're giving you soul power
I like it sweet and sour
When it comes to rhymes and beat designs
I'm at the control tower

Tell me what makes you so afraid
Of all these people you say you hate
Just give it one time for your mind
And let's try to negotiate
C'mon, let's try to negotiate
Let's try to negotiate

Bet you're wondering what's been going on
Bet you think I've almost lost my mind
Bet you think I've almost lost my mind

Drunken Praying Mantis Style

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

Enough talk, let's start fighting

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

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

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

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

Hail Sagan (Special K)

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

Peanut Butter & Jelly

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

You + Me Together

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

"C'mon"

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

She's on It

There's no confusion in her conclusion
She wants to waste my time and that's no delusion
Her final decision is perfection and precision
She's grade A class, number one in her division

'Cause she's on it
And she's on it

She acts like a nag, I don't know how it started
Even when I'm chillin' she acts retarded
It gets annoying so high on the tip
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt, she'd be hard on his ship

'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it

Cold chillin' in the spot and she won't stop
She'll do what's best just to reach the top
She studies real hard, all night she'll cram
In school she majors in advanced Def Jam

'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cuase she's on it

She's cold in the winter and cool like ice
Sometimes she gets loose, sometimes she gets nice
Her heart starts beatin', her hands get clammy
'Cause she used to be stucked up, now she's on my jammy

'Cause she's on it
And she's on it

Her bedroom eyes, they start to twitch
But she won't front 'cause she's got that itch
She'd drop to her knees if I'd only say please
Instead of counting sheep, cold counting Beasties

'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it

Start!

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

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

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

Big Shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh Oh Oh Oh

Deal With It

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

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

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

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

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

Gotta' deal with It
See deal with it

Believe Me

And I thought it was knows
All Good in the zone
Something you don't have to tell me
Something you don't have to sell me

I'm feeling so I'm feeling so
I'm feeling so I'm feeling so

Believe in Me Believe in Me
Believe in Me Believe in Me

And what wasn't said
I wasn't lying
And what do I have to do
It's not for lack of trying

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

Believe in Me Believe in Me
Believe in Me Believe in Me