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Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Step off my Seco, dressed up tuxedo Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flamethrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I’m getting bolder, competition is waning I got the feeling and assume the lane and We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Armed insurrection, popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I’m like an ornithologist when I get pissed You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted And sifted, I’m just whiffed And when I catch MCs it’s time for wing-clipping I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running and gone 'Cause I’m about the best and if you diss than that’s wrong We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf And you can show it to your friends and say “that’s my old self” Can’t do me nothing, can’t tell me nada Don’t quote me now because I’m doing the lambada The forbidden dance, here’s my chance To make romance in my B-boy stance Parlay romancing into the financing Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson The roaches check in, but they never check out I set the record straight, no doubt We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me |
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| 2. |
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(Well how you feelin Ad Rock?) Well I'm feelin well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell (Well how feelin Mike D?) Well I feel all good All day is how we play in the neighborhood (Well how you feelin MCA?) Well I feel right I swing my words on the track cause the track sound tight (So if you're feelin good and you're feelin right) (Uhh, somebody step up and grab the mic) [Ad Rock] Well hello everybody and how you been It's Ad Rock rappin on the microphone again I got grace class style finesse and debonaire Murderalize motherfuckers cause I just don't care The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer Like macaroni cause the shit sound cheesy Watch how it's done boy, it looks easy The non-stop, goin off, kingpin, microphone boss do my own thing, you can't afford the cost of my fly styles that complete the turnstile Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wiggidy wild! Now get your ass on the floor, I got total control I flow like the water out your toilet bowls Your style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch You know you're not smokin on the microphone much There's a certain special talent that I never lack Huh hah huh hah! And that's a fact Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac You better break a wishbone cause we never wack Then, we never that and that is that And we're the nonstop disco powerpack! Uhh, that's right, we go all night Who gonna be next to bless the mic? [Beastie Boys] Now this is the way we run it down We're gettin you high on the funky sound This is the way we get it on B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn [Mike D] See I mix my style up like a cement mixer Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic louder Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder I'll max and relax, champag-no ego Don't know commando, don't know bandito Je m'appelle Michele, very long Me and Dawn in the shack and we got it goin on Prince he's in the hot tub like it's seventy-three Lookin over his shoulder and he's lookin at me I'm up right in the face, towel around my waist What's up with that watch inside the glass case? I go to make my move, sneak out the place Undetected! Not leavin a trace Party's done, microphone threat Rhymes been jumped, and heads been checked I see one last profiterol, I make my play And pass the microphone to MCA [MCA] Non-stop, from the top, when you clock, then we rock Them not kickin, them not stickin, we be makin hip-hop (So c'mon everybody get down... yeah) Now there's a spot check, get the dead count down Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down Pound for pound, keep the basslines round See you rockin, clockin, checkin my sound {?} but I grew up with hip-hop Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Rock" It mean a lot spinnin on my Walkman Shoutout, to the Afrika Bam' And to the X to the {?} the double-O-N-Y The one emcee, who you can't deny At least he threw me records, that made heads fly Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire Construct a rhyme, with specific intent Flippin all the braincells right to the pen And then I put the root down when I hold the mic Words flowin so cold turn water to ice Come through to rock such a rate to tape You put me in the mix like {?} up at the plate And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store The DJ's screamin kick it out on the dancefloor Comin through the speaker to shake your eardrum Braincells get with it make you hear where we're from [Outro: Beastie Boys] Ad Rock, HUH! Get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Now Mike D, HUH! Get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn And MCA (yeah) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Beastie Boys in the house, DON'T STOP!!! [echoes] |
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| 2:50 |
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You talk and talk and you just can't stop
Every word comes to mind, it's a crock What you say is lackluster I thrash emcees who try to bring a filibuster Yeah, right, get OK Give me somethin' new to start the day Said see you later When you comin' home? It's a gift, it's a curse, it's a telephone Now let's start over with a nice clean slate Please stop stressin' with the hurry up date Heard you the first time, that sounds great But back up out my space, OK? (Yeah yeah, right right) OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! Wrapped in pink ribbon, so pretty My name's Mike D from New York City I guess it's all in the mind What I leave behind Go to these schools like a nice mad professor Then I show chagrin every word that you utter Yes you said you are a big deal But money calm down, for real! Got to control my mind Got to slow down, rewind What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? (What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? What is goin' on in my head?) Now I don't give a fuck who the hell you are Please stop shoutin' in your cellular I never asked you for part of your day So please stop shoutin' in your phone, OK? You lie like a plainclothes cop Take a number take a look and take stock Take a minute, get your mind unlocked Get the rhythm when I do the wop What's goin' on in my head? And why has the sky gone all red? Be kind, rewind At least tell me what it is I did Or just say what should I say Hmmm... OK! (Yeah yeah, right, right) OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! |
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| 4. |
| 4:52 |
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Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep ‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83 Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I aint tryin’ to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist, like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong) I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space? sniffin, muffin, huffin And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that’s what’s on my mind, and the rhyme who’s next up? Mike D. The man of mystery History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’ Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out |
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| 5. |
| 3:26 |
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Say it
To the heart of the matter, the mic I shatter So cold on the mic I make your teeth chatter While you climb the corporate ladder To make your pockets fatter We be flipping styles like pancake batter Looking through your binos spying on me But I'm running like a rhino on a drinking spree You call yourself an MC but what's your truth? Gotta let it loose inside the toll booth Suckers sniffin' on socks chewin' on rocks No complication want the combination to the lock You wanna get inside well then you best knock knock And when you get on you got to rock non-stop Once it hits your mind what'cha gonna do? Don't keep it inside you've got to Say it: let it out, let it out Scream it: gonna shout, gonna shout Write it: put it out, put it out Say it: gotta get it out, get it out Watchout come again now sucker Yaa Well I can feel it my bloodstream, see it in they eyes People lining up for their own demise To help the man make weapons to monetize Corporate violence we can't abide You can keep your bottle service and your cabana But your ass drunk like you slipped on a banana Like nick nack patty wack you've got to let it out From the mind to the mic to the word to a shout Mind to the rhyme paper to the pen The brand new dance called the David Rodigan You sure your reallly wanna let me begin You can't stop me rhymin' when I'm on, I'm all in Stop before it comes true Once it hits your mind what'cha gonna do? Don't keep it inside you've got to Say it: let it out, let it out Scream it: gonna shout, gonna shout Write it: put it out, put it out Say it: gotta get it out, get it out |
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| 0:24 |
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Another official selection from the Bill Harper collection
Hey Adam it's Bill, um thanks |
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| 7. |
| 4:11 |
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It's hot here gotta say it's so
I got you right where I want Got an honest face so you turn your back When in doubt run up your attack At one time you were slick and your grill was cold And now funny how the shit gets old You can run, you can run but it will catch up Like now see me, I'll show you up Now you wanna get back when you had your shine But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme Can't stop won't stop no compromise It's a house of cards built out of lies Coming down like a bird floating on the mist Turn on the track back track and twist You work hard to climb the list Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) You're caught now by the skin you're in In a bind now your thoughts go to all your sins Hits much harder back better count on that I tell you what we know always holds us back Now you mutter and you stutter and you putter don't stop I got in your heart and I shook you up In a bind now you're caught by the fear setting in Choked on the thought that you don't it again Keep the competition in check You draft your plans at your drafting desk You try to play to win but now you lost Like clams with no tartar sauce Wcheming in the attic, thought you had it So dramatic I got the stats mathematics, automatic-systematic She's super bad now, whatcha watcha want now? I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger, danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win Don't play no game that I can't win |
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| 3:34 |
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This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit
Bring it 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 stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics Roll without 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 will 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 Now, it's Ad Rock rappin' I'm back again Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and it's wack my friend I'm a mack so relax or end up 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 a Kenny Rogers Roaster See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocio I check my rearview, emcees ain't gettin closer People think I'm slow, 'cause I'm just not one to challenge See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent." Fly around the clock like disco donut I'm like a tailer '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) (Long burn) (Long burn) (Long burn) Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter Like goodness me or empty john We done did it again and our game is still on It's not tic-tac-toe or Operation Just holdin' it down like the gravitation Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue String of nuts like the name is Mike Pizzini Or a fine household name like Sergio Tacini Now that we're here, back and raising hell I'm runnin' wild like rats in the Taco Bell On the mic I sit, the match gets lit Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant Makin music from librarians to curly jocks The rapper Mike D not Goldilocks |
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| 1:57 |
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Put this on a zip disc, send it to your lawyer,
Tell him to file me under funky Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner Sometimes i get paid thai as a starter My other order pad see yew is much darker Ad Horovitz, I take a shvitz I'm known for my glamour and my glitz check it As I bust I really must encrust This microphone rust with diamond fairy dust I don't wear crocs and I don't wear sandals The pump dont't work 'cause the vandals took the handle Stop singing that song in the wrong key What you looking at? Funky Donkey Funky Donkey I go wooooo like a fire engine Flashing lights to get your attention So stop sweating me about the weather Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk Well I was swimming in the water of the ocean Like Dr. Jekyll with the magic potion We're brad new, never ever the same "What's that what's that what's the name?" Funky Donkey Funky Donkey Funky Donkey |
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Oh!!
This routine dates way back A lot of people may remember this routine but it's evolved, now Yeah from the summer before last Well my name's Mike D and I got a new name And that new name is Larry Well my name is Ad Rock, and then I got a new name And my new name is Harry Well my name is MCA, but I got a new name And that new name is Gary Well my DJ's name, it stayed the same 'Cause his new name is Larry |
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| 2:20 |
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Now, it's suffice to say that I'm nicer
Nice in the cut and yes I'm the slicer Or should I say, I'm the filet-er I hate the game, I hate the player But don't get discombobulated and upset Because trust me, we ain't even begun yet Mike D has gotta rock it we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock down, rock it we rock it non-stop MCA gotta rock, we rock it non-stop And you don't stop, the body rock Watch me make the fire, now I make it sizzle As I flip your omelette at the D Pizzle Like Molto Mario, they call me Taster D Or a quick fire challenge put that {?} on G.D. You can, {?} and fortified Not squares on the block and not taken for a ride Mike D gotta rock and we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock gotta rock and we rock it non-stop MCA gotta rock and we rock it non-stop And then you don't stop, the body rock Got things {?} bubblin up and they're out of my hands And I don't never claim that sounds too grand Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust You gotta be the one to dance and that's a must Yes I cuss when I grab my nuts Got a six finger demon says excuse our dust Mike D's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop MCA's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop And you don't stop, for what, to what |
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| 3:43 |
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Doing it big
I'm the lyrical mathematical genius Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this Internationally known, the longest, the leanest Shout out the one Jose Nenis I hit'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop Yeah, we got the beat and the beat go drop The ping pong paddle make the batter go pop Now take a look around this spot I'm seeding every detail like an over-cranked camera Sleestacks in the back say "Damn ya!" You say "I can't", and I say "Why can't ya?" Chopping the track in the - in the land of You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you There is a bird in here That's my D.J. not Dr. Brassiere Dropping bombs like a bombardiere Cocao he's a chocolatiere We're giving y'all a little slice of heaven B Boys bringing it back to A7 Deal with the schizm ride on the rhythm Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em I'll stage a coup and usurp your position 'Cause like a mormon, I'm on a mission We're audible-visible, cadence is lyrical Got the mental and physical when the moment is critical You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you Lee Majors come again Like the 16 billion dollar man Ooh watch out, in the back of the bus, gonna bust Lee Majors style I said stop watch how I flip Bill Piedmont with the Kung Fu grip Haymaker round house show can't continue At the Roller Rink down in Virginia Oh, did I spill the beans I see your grandpa in apple bottom jeans A Von Dutch cap, Ugg boots to match Once the word gets out you can't take it back I'm a pause tape competition expert winner Just a doggone long armed tall yarn spinner You want to battle? Easy now, star My DJ's so nasty he needs a sneeze guard You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you |
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| 3:09 |
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Yes, yes, yes
Ill out the gate, I set it off I suppose you're exposed, so get lost You break off, cut all connections Join the sucker emcee witness protection Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-MIKE D! Slip off my lows in the place to be Always on time so I never botch The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch Now here's a little somethin for ya I'ma grab a little and store yah Do some balancin' for ya And if you feelin' chilly I'ma get you a shawl Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D Don't really get in the press like Z 'Cause I speak my conscience and speak my mind Don't trip and flip and then I stop to find Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back Laugh and crack guns while squads smokin' crack The odds are stacked for those who lack Been a lucky motherfucker when it comes to that I slow roast, I'm steady tappin' Oh yes, I guess I'm the toast of Manhattan In Miami, I'm sleazy with John Salley Shout to Andre, Lee on Tally Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya This shit is crazy This shit is cra-zyyyy! (DING) Dr. Karl to proceed, a/k/a Jewish Dr. Bombay is the ladies choice Step on stage so we smoke and dry moist Every time I bring it twoice as noice Now he's a breddern, take an Excedrin Aldermen check your rhymers Tippy Hedrin I'm undefined, I'm gettin much finer Steady loungin in my La-Z-Boy recliner Bruisin' and jabbin', amped up on coffee Like kids goin wild at the sight of Mr. Softee I smash around the corner (GASP) and sneakin up When you're breathin down your neck (GASP) just keepin up Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya |
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| 1:57 |
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On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn Now, let me introduce myself, I'm Ad Rock (Rock) No matter what you order from I got it in stock (stock) We doin our thing, well we got it on lock (lock) Gonna pop off the lip with the old non-stop So take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got (got) I'll take a licking, still tick tick tock (tock) Smoked salmon, ate old school lox (lox) A zooted buddha baby and I buy gray socks It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please (please) Stinkin' nasty, like the head cheese (cheese) Cat scans, honorary degrees Rhymes fresh pressed like eighty-three Lees You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on Well that's all I got, except I just got ( ?? ) Touchin' all my nails when my feets in the cab (cab) I am {?} but her past is bad (bad) All you perfect bums that are into crabs (crabs) Come take a shower and wash that ass Rock non-stop in the New York City (City) Got the heat on the mic lookin so damn pretty (pretty) Sittin' by me well it must feel shitty (shitty) The real thing to say, here it goes, tough titty I got my rhymes in the picture and it's time to floor (floor) I'm at the two and I'm screamin four (four) Get into your party as I declare war (war) I'm gonna feed this hunger that smile like a dinosaur You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on On and on, to the break of dawn |
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Awww shit
Woah, what? And... Front (front), back (back), sucker then a snack pack (pack) I (I) got (got) lawn mower whack (whack) Get (get) down (down) grade A ground round Sound that you're loving, giving (giving) us a pound (pound) Full (full) force (force) Lisa (Lisa) dope jam All (all) night (night) listening to Dope Man You can (you can) say (say) yes we're looking pretty (pretty) Money (money) making (making) New York City! |
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