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All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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Now, get busy
Once upon a time up on this mic MC's be really workin' on what they write With the sound delight we rock all night And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight We're international like Matt Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei Still around the way is where we'll stay Say what we mean, mean what we say Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and What we do now is future molding Columbine bowling, childhood stolen We need a bit more gun controlling Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!" Rockin' this flow I could go all night I'm not here to fight, or incite I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright I'm getting kind of tired of the situation The US attacking other nations And narrations on every station False election's got me losing my patience I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way And yes I got to say fuck the KKK And oh yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you say Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long I went to get a loan and they asked my race I wrote down human inside the space It's a disgrace how they try to debase It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice With the rhyme precise, the word is nice So please pass me the Reunite on ice Well let's go to work and not beserk 'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt Try to smooth it out like Levert Keep the mind alert and not revert Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long |
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Fresh Dressed, 'cause I shop at Modell's
Deep in Brooklyn, I ride the L Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Murrow out on Avenue L. Well, we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks With the diamond stylus yo, we cutting wax We're the super elastic bubble plastic Got ethereal material that's straight up classic You try to vex reject but you should respect Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx So don't start to flex up in the discotheque Or we'll make you extinct like a tyranosaurus rex We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads, Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Como esta? Ho fato molte telefonate I said OOPS! Gotcha, clutch like Piazza Sneak between the sheets, so hide the matzoh Holla back challah bread...next We are the crew that put the crew in cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D, the one who put the satin in your panties Time to count MC's in this place to be Not 5 not 4 not 2 just 3 We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? Roundhouse kick the mic out your hand Drunken Mantis, my name brand So if you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam Ginip Ginop, I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop So pack up your bags and your mic and don't wait E.T. phone home, now get the fuck out my face You know we shake 'em, bake 'em, then we take 'em Treat MC's like leaves, go out and rake 'em Sell our CD's on Canal before we make 'em But to serve you on a platter like steak-ummm We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way |
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| 4. |
| 3:11 |
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If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check It's time to let'em know what we expect Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC Hold up wait up you know we come correct You wanna change things up, well hey just get set It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck It's easier to break things than build it correct We've got a president we didn't elect The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect And still the US just wants to flex Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill Hate filled people wanna keep us in check Tearin' down each other is what they expect If you want love well hey that's a bet We've got to give before we can get Waiting like a batter who is on deck When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck So let's calibrate and check our specs We need a little shift on over to the left I don't really know but I suspect I think it's due time that we inspect How they get their information and their facts are checked Another press conference someone's talking out their neck It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill So step up to the window and place your bets Is the US gonna keep breaking necks Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex And the military muscle that he wants to flex By the time Bush is done what will be left? Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque Environmental destruction and the national debt But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest What the real deal why you can't connect Why you hating people that you never met Didn't your mama teach you show some respect? Why not open your mind for a sec? It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill |
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Now my name is Ad-Rock I've got a story to tell
When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Oh you didn't know I got the flow I could sing, rap, dance in just one show With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin Mother fuckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins Hey could you please pass me the peas? And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze I'm the player and the coach, I'm no roach I bought my grandma a brand new broach Well I'm MCA with a story to tell When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin' I'll take you to task everyone of y'all draftsman I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin' Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin' Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin' I'm party crashin' so you better battin' Down those hatches stop procrastin' Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Went to the top and never went pop and Came back down but still not stopping I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?" Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan So start packing because I'm back in The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan Now push the pause button then start ducking Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton EF shhhhhhhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh |
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| 2:43 |
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If You
If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere Run this rap game like a brigadier I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven Snares on the five and thirteen Rhymes on time and that's the given We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' The source of the problem is at the origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn Cerrone on the microphone I am Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar My rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that? Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed We're originators you can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e 'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle thus making their beauty a bit awkward |
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| 3:00 |
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Yo what the schnitzel we're back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact I don't care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist the cap and pop the cork My name's Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name's MCA made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here's a song for you "Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Yo what the falafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk My name is Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the phone booth word to hair mouse You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I'll have dog pemmican with my tea Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' The names MCA made in Downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo, what the doofus, say good night You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the hinges leave your 2-way at the door We're all up the creek a long way from shore Not walking around looking to get you cake The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke The name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Woof Woof Woof |
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| 2:29 |
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Back on the scene for y'all people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright 'Cause George W's got nothing on me We got to take the power from he When I'm on the mic I feel good to go Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know And my, my zodiac sign is Scorpio Look what the cat dragged in The creme de la creme without the skin So take a rest and mind your own biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan Let's go to work, get those hands clappin' Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate Don't underrate how I operate It ain't what you say, it's what you mean Intention leads to action, that is my theme So pay attention now as I begin to recap Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you Brand new The time and place for the mind is here and now Keep the mind present less to worry about But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo Like George Whipple on New York One Got a hairy ass and that's no fun I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone And on the microphone you know that I'm at home It's time we looked past all our differences An' that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you And that's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you |
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| 2:34 |
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Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen
Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre Nice up the sound for the A to D I'm a Wonderama snake can winner Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner I'm the one that one that dance contest 'Cause you know I dance the best All you gotta do is do your thing you see 'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be My name is Adrock and I aim to please And I gotta spread love in society We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form What you saw what you heard I get involved I might disturb And if you want what's going down You might just get that silky sound So what'cha want? So what'cha need? I've got the fonts you want to read Get in the game you gotta scheme All the same I've got the team More new wave not OG Walking down the block you say "Yo D! When you coming out with the new CD That spreads love in society?" We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form Goto goto goto goto Don't mess with crack or the baking soda Whether in the high rise where you live like Rhoda Or in the shack and you live like Yoda Once again it's on like a brand new morn Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm All you spazzes and you freaks Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique If it don't hurt nobody else than Don't be afraid to be yourself and Special dedication and so on to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form |
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| 2:27 |
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Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I sneak a chicken tikka Marsala at a gala event I represent that's stupid that's for sure You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature" I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye All this cheese is gonna make me cry Gorgonzola, Provolone Don't even get me started on this microphone Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis Got the edge and I've got the advantage If you could see things from my vantage Point then you could better understand this I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight When it comes to panache I can't be beat I got the most style from below 14th street Internationally known as the Keebler Elf Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps Posing like you're rolling with that camp In layman's terms let me break it down You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama? Goodness gracious golly gee Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie! Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! Freak out with the genie |
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Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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| 2:54 |
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There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The only air time you get is on bloopers Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space So renovate or evacuate You better think twice before you start flossing I been in your bathroom often Taking punk MC's out I'm all about My to do list today is turn the party out Getting hot in here no room to breath I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Adrock So here's a match my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog I'm in your crawl space You're in front of my house and you know that's wack Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack You suckers try to front like you've got the force But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course Don't even get me started on intercourse... A 14! 9 Don't step into my zone or even periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase You tried to take my title now put it back in place But now you're busted wearing panties and lace Steeling my style from my trophy case But my drive's secure like an army base You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me I'm in your crawl space Schematics, blueprints and microfilm Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area Omnipresent and omnipotent My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents This means huge compared to very small You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall? 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof They're like anvils lined up on a roof Waiting to drop on your corny melon 'Cause were not buying what you're selling First you want to battle then you start to whine You're looking hungry, it must be snack time So run home where you feel safe But don't sleep Cochise I'm in your crawl space |
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| 2:13 |
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Now what the blood clot, I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor? It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour A phenomenon pandemonium The club is blowing up like plutonium What's all the fanfare what's the to do We're known to bring the hullabaloo On stage or at the spa Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha There's a commotion that's goin' down I talk more shit then drown the clown I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say Ten nine eight seven six five four I get upon the mic and I'm a even the score One two three, three to two one Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip Pass me the mint for the julep Tell me everybody where is the love Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha Communicator check one two one two This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu Set the bullshit to warp factor one Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun Oh mai oui, you can catch me At Jean Vie with a pastry C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha Ha haha haha! Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin' Goin' rao rao with the Dungeons & Dragons You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind But if they don't dance and then they won't dance Then they can kiss my fuckin' ass 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha |
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| 2:27 |
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Who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight? The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh! Let me tell you what you can do Step outside the cone of silence Too much hatred and violence It's time to rewind We need a military decline Got the power of the mind focused Government like a locust Are we gone or just going? Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the Eyes on the prize and never wane Take the bull by the reins If you want it be the change Like Ghandi and MLK Wait up, got to change the system Need knowledge, power and wisdom Same way I rock this microphone Speak up, just let it be known Hey ladies, fellas And everyone between Take the power back, let them react And let's show them what we mean; Check it out Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the We can work, walk, march and protest Think about how we approach this Ask questions but they keep frontin' Due time we change a little something Hey yo don't you know Won't forget Amaduous Diallo To the crooked people and the crooked cops Got to spread love before the world goes pop Never again should we use the A-bomb We need an international ban on all W.O.M.D.'s gone We need a multilateral disarm Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the |
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