MrPerfect
05-19-2011, 02:52 AM
Hey guys,
I got laid off from my job and haven't had that much time so I figured I would type out lyrics from the new record. These are direct lyrics straight from the booklet that came with the CD. I hope somebody appreciates this because my fingers hurt and I'm tired as hell, lol.
Make Some Noise
[AdRock]
Yes, here we go again give you more nothing lesser
Back on the mic it's the anti-depressor
AdRock no pressure yes we need th is
The best is yet to come and yes believe this
[Mike D]
Let go my eggo while I flex my ego
Sip on prosecco dressed up tuxedo
Sipping coffee playing Keno in the casino
Want a luck number? Ask Mike Dino
[MCA]
Yo, I burn the competition like a flame thrower
My rhymes age like wine as I get older
I'm getting bolder competition is waning
I've got the ball and I see the lane and
[Chorus]
We've got a party on left
A part on the right
We gotta party for our mother fuckin' right to fight!
Make some noise if you're with me
[Mike D]
Our resurrection by popular election
Get paid every year like tax collection
Hear my perfection a rotary connection
Taking MC's down by a lethal rap injection
[MCA]
I'm like an ornithologist when I get miffed
You must have drank a fizzy lifting drink and you got lifted
And sifted... I'm just riffin'
When I catch MS's it's time for wing clippin'
[AdRock]
I fly like a hawk, or better yet an Eagle, A Seagull
I sniff suckers out like a beagle
My ego is off and runnin' and gone
Cause I'm about the best and if you fess well that's wrong
[Chrous]
[MCA]
Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitchin'
Put it in a formaldehyde and put it on the shelf
So you can show it to your friends and say "That's my old self!"
[AdRock]
Can't do me nothin' can't tell me nada
Don't bug me now because I'm doin' the lambada
The forbidden dance here's my chance
To make romance in my B-Boy stance
[Mike D]
Parlay my romancing into financing
Open up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in but they never check out
I set the record straight no doubt!
[Chorus]
None Stop Disco Power Pack
How you feelin' AdRock?
[AdRock]
Well, I'm feeling well
Bonafide qualified with a story to tell
How ya feelin' Mike D?
[Mike D]
Well I feel all good
All day its how we play in the neighborhood
How ya feelin' MCA?
[MCA]
Well I feel right
I speak my words on the track cause the track sounds tight.
[Chorus]
Well if you're feeling good and you're feeling right
Somebody step up and grab the mic
[AdRock]
Now hello everybody and how ya been
It's AdRock rappin' on the microphone again
I got grace class style finesse and debonair
Murdalize mother fuckers cause I just don't care
The MC whisperer kinda like a trainer
I take sucker rappers I put em' th rought a strainer
Like macaroni cause their sh it sounds cheesy
Watch how its done b'woy it looks easy
I'm the non stop going off king pin microphone boss
Do my own thing you can't afford the cost
Of my rhyme style take you through a turnstyle
Cause I'm live and direct and I'm wicked and wild
Because I'm back on a roll got total control
I flow like the water out your toilet bowl
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 Ha Huh Ha and that's a fact!
Cause we shine like the chrome on a cadillac
You better break a wishbone cause we're never wack
Said we're never that and that is that
We're the non-stop disco powerpack uh!
[Chorus]
That's right we go all night
Who gonna be the next to bless the mic
Now this is the way we run it down
We getting you high on the funky sound
This is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house till the break of dawn
[Mike D]
See I mix my style up like a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a rhyme elixer
I said "Yo sound man, make Mike's mic louder"
Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I max and relax champagne mojito
Don't go commando don't know bandito
Je m'appelle Michael Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau and we got it going on
Quincy's in the hot tub like it's '73
Lookin' over his sholder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face towel around the waist
What's up with that watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move ssneak out the place
Undetected not leaving a trace
Party's done microphones wrecked
Wine's been drunk and heads been checked
I see one last profiterole and make my place
And pass the microphone to MCA
[MCA]
Non-Stop-On the top-And you clock-When we rock
Never fakin' no mistakin' we be makin' hip hop
So come on everybody get down... yeah
Now it's a spot check hit the deck count down
Cause I'm'a break it down for you how we run it down
Pound for pound keep the bass lines round
I seen you watchin' jockin' clockin' my sound
But for real I'm glad I grew up in hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Bop"
It meant alot spinning on my walkman
Shout out to the African Bam
And to the S to the P the double O-N-Y
The on MC who you can't deny
I'd listen to the records and they'd inspire
Sit down to write and the pen breathes fire
Construck a rhyme with specific intent
Flowin' from the brain cells right through the pen
And then I put the book down grab ahold the mic
Words Flowin' so cold turn water to ice
Come through the wire saturate the tape
You put me in the mix nice it up with the plate
And then they press it on the wax sell it in the store
The DJ Spin the record out on the dance floor
Comin' through the speakers to shake your eardrum
Brain cells get lit then you hear where we're comin' from
[Chorus]
OK
You talk and talk and you just can't stop
But when it comes to mine - it's a crock
What you say, is lackluster
Plus it seems you're trying to pull a filibuster
[Ad-Rock]
Yeah, right, yeah, okay
Tell me somethin new to start the day
Said see you later, when you comin home?
It's a gift, it's a curse, it's a telephone
[Mike D]
Now let's start over with a nice clean slate
Please stop stressin with the hurry up wait
Heard you the first time, that sounds great
But back up out my space, okay?
(Yeah yeah, right right) OKAY!
Okay [4X]
[Mike D]
Wrapped in pink ribbon so pretty
My name's Mike D from New York City
I guess it's all, in the mind
But I fell, behind
[Ad-Rock]
I thought it'd be smooth like a nice nutter butter
But I start to cringe every word that you utter
Yes you said you are a big deal
But money calm down - for real!
[MCA]
Got, to control my mind
Got to slow down rewind
What, is goin on in my head?
Why's the sky gone red?
(What is goin on in my head? why's the sky gone red?)
(What is goin on in my head? ...)
[repeat 3X]
What is goin on in my head? why's the sky gone red?
(What is goin on in my head?)
[Ad-Rock]
Now, I don't give a fuck who the hell you are
Please stop shoutin in your cellular
I never asked you for part of your day
So please stop shoutin in your phone ok?
[MCA]
You lie like a plain clothes cop
Take a minute take a look, and take stock
Took a minute get your mind unlocked
Get open and I'll throw you the rock
[Mike D]
What's goin on in in my head?
And why has the sky gone red?
Be kind, rewind
Or at least tell me what it is I did or just say
Hmmm... okay!
(Yeah yeah, right, right) OKAY!
Too Many Rappers
[NAS]
Mic check, mic check
One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
[MCA]
Like a nexus 6 comin' home to roost
Handheld 58 when it's time to get loose
Don't need the ear goggles just put me through the speakers
Like a scientist with tubes and beakers
Invite MC'S over my house and fix em' brunch
But you rappers we goin' out - goin dutch
Now pass me the sword - I'll start swingin'
Precision slicin' on an exact mission
[AdRock]
Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh, my God, just look at me
Grandpa been rappin' since '83
Oh, I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad
Got crazy ass tricks pullin' out the bag
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All these crab rappers, they're rappin' like crabs
[NAS]
I have carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to hear your racket
You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket
[Mike D]
How many rappers must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, oh, when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist
Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop
Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books
Nasty Nas, what's the word, count it off on the hook
[NAS]
Let's go! One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
[MCA]
'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I outta charge a tax for every weak rap
I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack
[AdRock]
To all you crab rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor
I take the cake, I stole the mold
The golden microphone, well that's mine to hold
And why all these biters all up in my crotch space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'
I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways
Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song finished, y'all can sing along with this
By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?
[Mike D]
Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the makin', and now we're takin'
Titles, awards, and accolades
Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades
We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car
[NAS]
One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
Say It
[MCA]
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 flippin styles like pancake batter
[Mike D]
Looking through your blinds spying on me
But I'm running likea rhino on a drinking spree
You call yourself an MC but what's your truth?
Gotta let it loose inside the toll booth
[AdRock]
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 whatcha' gonna do?
Don't keep it inside you've got to
[Chorus]
Say it: let it out, let it out
Scream it: Gonna shout gonna shout
Write it: put it out put it out
Say it: get it out get it out
[MCA]
Watchout come again now sucker
Yaaaaaaaaaa
Well I can feel it in my bloodstream, see it in their eyes
People lining up for their own demise
To help the man make weapons to monetize
Corporate voilence we can't abide
[Mike D]
You can keep your bottle service and your cabana
Bust 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
[AdRock]
Mind to the rhyme paper to the pen
The brand new dance called the David Rodigan
You sure you really wanna let me begin
You can't stop me rhymin' when I'm on I'm all in
[Mike D]
Life is good and then it gets you
Stuff you through it, it comes true
[AdRock]
Once it hits your mind whatcha gonna do?
Don't keep it inside you've got to
[Chorus]
Don't play no game that I can't win - For this song I'm just going to write down the lyrics without writing down who's rapping because this song is kind of all over the place
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 ru n 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
Comin' down like a bird floating on the mist
Turn on the track back track and twist
You work hard to climb the list
20 years of schoolin' 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 y ou 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 done it again
Keep the competition in check
You draft your plans at your own drafting desk
You try to play to win but now you lost
Like clams with no tartar sauce
Scheming in the attic
Thought you had it
So dramatic
I--got the stats mathematics
Automatic-Systematic
She's super bad now
Whatcha whatcha want now?
I know th e 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!)
Long Burn The Fire
[MCA]
This is it ch'all, some nasty shit ch'all
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2"
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, you no see it
Sueth sayer not a player rhyme sayer extreme
Burn like fire when I step on the scene
I've Got: Sharks'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
[Chorus]
Long burn the fire the truth shall set you free
[AdRock]
Now it's AdRock rappin' I'm back again
Like a big mac attack on your cut 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 a Kenny Roger's roaster
See this rap thing is all about the bragadocia
I check my rear view MC's aint gettin' closer
People think I'm slow cause I'm just I'm underchalleneged
See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent"
Live round 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
[Chorus]
Mike D
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 raisin hell?"
Runnin' wild like rats in the Taco Bell
On th is mic I spit, the match it's lit
Mike Dino the Jewish Brad Pitt
Makin' music for Librarians to burly jocks
The rapper Mike D known for my curly locks!
Funky Donkey
[Mike D]
Put this on a zip disk, send it to your lawyer
Tell him to file me under funky
Like shipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers
Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner
[MCA]
Sometimes I get Pad Thai as a starter
My other order pad see yew is much darker
[AdRock]
Adam Horovitz, I take a shvitz
I'm known for my glamour and my glitz CHECK IT!
[MIke D]
As I bust I really must encrust
This microphone rust with Diamond fairy dust
[MCA]
I don't wear crocs and I don't wear sandals
The pump dont work cause the vandals took the handle
[Chorus]
Stop singing that song in the wrong key
"What you looking at?" Funky Donkey
Funky Donkey
[Mike D]
I go WOOO WOOO like a fire engine
Flashing lights to get your attention
[MCA]
Stop sweating me about the weather
Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater
[AdRock]
Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble
Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble
[MIke D]
Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk
With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk
[MCA]
Well I was swimming in the water of the ocean
Like Dr.Jeckyl with the magic potion
[AdRock]
We're brand new, never ever the same
"What's that what's that what's the name?"
Funky Donkey
Tadlock's Glasses
[AdRock]
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 filleter
I hate the game I hate the player
But don't get discombobulated and upset
Because trust me we ain't even begun yet
[Chorus]
Mike D's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
AdRock's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
MCA's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
And you don't stop the body rock
[Mike D]
Watch me make it pop now I make it sizzle
As I flip your omelet up at the B Bizzle
I'm like Multo Mario they call me Tasty D
Your quick fire challenge freak the Huiki
You can call me chef cause it's bonafide
Knife skills on the block that I'm taking world wide
[Chorus]
[MCA]
I've got bass lines bubbling up on out of my hands
Don't want to never play nothin' that sounds too bland
Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust
You've got a bagel in your pants and that's a must
Plus I cuss and I grab my nuts
Got a six finger ring that says "Excuse our dust"
[Chorus]
Lee Majors Comes Again
[Mike D]
FUCK! God dammit. Alright hold on, Adam this thing keeps falling off.
Doing it big
I'm the lyrical mathematical genius
Splashing like time juice you've never seen this
Internationally known the longest the leanest
Shout out to the one Jose Nenis
[AdRock]
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
[MCA]
I'm seeing 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 you?"
Chopping the track in the - in the land of -
[Chorus]
You wanna buy th is, 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
[Mike D]
There's a bird in here
That's my DJ not Dr.Brassiere
Dropping my bombs likea bomardier
Cocao he's a chocolatiere
[AdRock]
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
[MCA]
I'll stage a coup and usurp your position
Cause like a mormon, we on a mission
We're audible visible, cadence is lyrical
Got the mental and the physical when the moment is critical
[Chorus]
[Mike D]
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
[AdRock]
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
[MCA]
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
[Chorus]
Here's a little something for ya
[AdRock]
Yes yes yes I'll out the gate I set it off
I suppose you're exposed so get lost
And break north cut all connections
Join the sucker MC witness protection
[Mike D]
Muh muh muh muh muh muh muh muh muh muh Mike D!
Step off the launce in the place to be
Always on time so I never botch
The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch
[MCA]
Here's a little somethin' for ya
I'm a drive a little and stall ya
Don't lose your balance fall
And if you're feeling chilly I'll fetch you a shawl
[Chorus]
Get ready get set
Place your bet
What you get
Is not done yet
Here's a little somethin' for ya
[Mike D]
Honest Mike what? Honest Mike D
Don't really care if the press likes me
I just speak my conscience just speak my mind
I don't trip or flip and then I start to find
[MCA]
Queens up front - Brooklyns in the back
Flack from the flack guns - Roit squads smokin' crack
The odds are stacked for those who lack
I been a lucky mother fucker when it comes to that
[AdRock]
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 Leon Talley
[Chorus]
[MCA]
Dr.Carlton Brassiere AKA Joyce!
Dr.Bombay is the ladies choice
Step on stage with the smoke from dry ice
Every time we bring it twice as noice!
[AdRock]
Now ease up bredren take an excedrin
Only name check to rhyme is Tippi Hedron
I'm lookin' fine I'm getting much finer
Steady lounging in my lazy boy recliner
[Mike D]
Losing it in traffic amped up on coffee
Like kids going wilds after school for Mr.Softee
Like a slice around the corner uh it's sneaking up on ya
Breathing down your neck it's creepin up on ya
[Chorus]
Crazy Ass Shit
[AdRock]
On and on to the break of dawn
Now let me introduce myself I'm AdRock
No matter what you order well I got it in stock
The dooty rhyme thing well we got it on lock
Top off the lock with the argyle sock
[MCA]
Take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got
I take a licking still tick tick toc
But smoked salmon ain't old school lox
So go to Peter Brady and buy Greg's sox
[Mike D]
It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please
Stinky nasty like the head cheese
Caps gowns honorary degrees
Rhymes fresh pressed like '83 lees
[Chorus]
You cant stop you got to keep on...
[MCA]
I mean that's all I got except I've just got
Even Michael Diamond him never learn
Atop him head him have a curly perm
[Mike D]
Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast
I don't wanna talk about it past is past
All you crusty punks that are into crass
Go and take a shower and wash that ass
[AdRock]
We rock non stop here in New York City
Sweet on the mic looking so damn pretty
Served by me well it must feel shitty
Weird thing to say here it goes tough titty
[MCA]
I've got rhymes in a pitcher and it's time to pour
I'm at the tee and I'm screaming "FORE!"
Hit into your party as I declare war
Roberta Peterson's go ta spine like a dinosaur
[Chorus]
You can't stop y ou got to keep on
On and on to the break of dawn
Brass Moneky you're the funky...
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I got laid off from my job and haven't had that much time so I figured I would type out lyrics from the new record. These are direct lyrics straight from the booklet that came with the CD. I hope somebody appreciates this because my fingers hurt and I'm tired as hell, lol.
Make Some Noise
[AdRock]
Yes, here we go again give you more nothing lesser
Back on the mic it's the anti-depressor
AdRock no pressure yes we need th is
The best is yet to come and yes believe this
[Mike D]
Let go my eggo while I flex my ego
Sip on prosecco dressed up tuxedo
Sipping coffee playing Keno in the casino
Want a luck number? Ask Mike Dino
[MCA]
Yo, I burn the competition like a flame thrower
My rhymes age like wine as I get older
I'm getting bolder competition is waning
I've got the ball and I see the lane and
[Chorus]
We've got a party on left
A part on the right
We gotta party for our mother fuckin' right to fight!
Make some noise if you're with me
[Mike D]
Our resurrection by popular election
Get paid every year like tax collection
Hear my perfection a rotary connection
Taking MC's down by a lethal rap injection
[MCA]
I'm like an ornithologist when I get miffed
You must have drank a fizzy lifting drink and you got lifted
And sifted... I'm just riffin'
When I catch MS's it's time for wing clippin'
[AdRock]
I fly like a hawk, or better yet an Eagle, A Seagull
I sniff suckers out like a beagle
My ego is off and runnin' and gone
Cause I'm about the best and if you fess well that's wrong
[Chrous]
[MCA]
Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitchin'
Put it in a formaldehyde and put it on the shelf
So you can show it to your friends and say "That's my old self!"
[AdRock]
Can't do me nothin' can't tell me nada
Don't bug me now because I'm doin' the lambada
The forbidden dance here's my chance
To make romance in my B-Boy stance
[Mike D]
Parlay my romancing into financing
Open up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in but they never check out
I set the record straight no doubt!
[Chorus]
None Stop Disco Power Pack
How you feelin' AdRock?
[AdRock]
Well, I'm feeling well
Bonafide qualified with a story to tell
How ya feelin' Mike D?
[Mike D]
Well I feel all good
All day its how we play in the neighborhood
How ya feelin' MCA?
[MCA]
Well I feel right
I speak my words on the track cause the track sounds tight.
[Chorus]
Well if you're feeling good and you're feeling right
Somebody step up and grab the mic
[AdRock]
Now hello everybody and how ya been
It's AdRock rappin' on the microphone again
I got grace class style finesse and debonair
Murdalize mother fuckers cause I just don't care
The MC whisperer kinda like a trainer
I take sucker rappers I put em' th rought a strainer
Like macaroni cause their sh it sounds cheesy
Watch how its done b'woy it looks easy
I'm the non stop going off king pin microphone boss
Do my own thing you can't afford the cost
Of my rhyme style take you through a turnstyle
Cause I'm live and direct and I'm wicked and wild
Because I'm back on a roll got total control
I flow like the water out your toilet bowl
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 Ha Huh Ha and that's a fact!
Cause we shine like the chrome on a cadillac
You better break a wishbone cause we're never wack
Said we're never that and that is that
We're the non-stop disco powerpack uh!
[Chorus]
That's right we go all night
Who gonna be the next to bless the mic
Now this is the way we run it down
We getting you high on the funky sound
This is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house till the break of dawn
[Mike D]
See I mix my style up like a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a rhyme elixer
I said "Yo sound man, make Mike's mic louder"
Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I max and relax champagne mojito
Don't go commando don't know bandito
Je m'appelle Michael Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau and we got it going on
Quincy's in the hot tub like it's '73
Lookin' over his sholder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face towel around the waist
What's up with that watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move ssneak out the place
Undetected not leaving a trace
Party's done microphones wrecked
Wine's been drunk and heads been checked
I see one last profiterole and make my place
And pass the microphone to MCA
[MCA]
Non-Stop-On the top-And you clock-When we rock
Never fakin' no mistakin' we be makin' hip hop
So come on everybody get down... yeah
Now it's a spot check hit the deck count down
Cause I'm'a break it down for you how we run it down
Pound for pound keep the bass lines round
I seen you watchin' jockin' clockin' my sound
But for real I'm glad I grew up in hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Bop"
It meant alot spinning on my walkman
Shout out to the African Bam
And to the S to the P the double O-N-Y
The on MC who you can't deny
I'd listen to the records and they'd inspire
Sit down to write and the pen breathes fire
Construck a rhyme with specific intent
Flowin' from the brain cells right through the pen
And then I put the book down grab ahold the mic
Words Flowin' so cold turn water to ice
Come through the wire saturate the tape
You put me in the mix nice it up with the plate
And then they press it on the wax sell it in the store
The DJ Spin the record out on the dance floor
Comin' through the speakers to shake your eardrum
Brain cells get lit then you hear where we're comin' from
[Chorus]
OK
You talk and talk and you just can't stop
But when it comes to mine - it's a crock
What you say, is lackluster
Plus it seems you're trying to pull a filibuster
[Ad-Rock]
Yeah, right, yeah, okay
Tell me somethin new to start the day
Said see you later, when you comin home?
It's a gift, it's a curse, it's a telephone
[Mike D]
Now let's start over with a nice clean slate
Please stop stressin with the hurry up wait
Heard you the first time, that sounds great
But back up out my space, okay?
(Yeah yeah, right right) OKAY!
Okay [4X]
[Mike D]
Wrapped in pink ribbon so pretty
My name's Mike D from New York City
I guess it's all, in the mind
But I fell, behind
[Ad-Rock]
I thought it'd be smooth like a nice nutter butter
But I start to cringe every word that you utter
Yes you said you are a big deal
But money calm down - for real!
[MCA]
Got, to control my mind
Got to slow down rewind
What, is goin on in my head?
Why's the sky gone red?
(What is goin on in my head? why's the sky gone red?)
(What is goin on in my head? ...)
[repeat 3X]
What is goin on in my head? why's the sky gone red?
(What is goin on in my head?)
[Ad-Rock]
Now, I don't give a fuck who the hell you are
Please stop shoutin in your cellular
I never asked you for part of your day
So please stop shoutin in your phone ok?
[MCA]
You lie like a plain clothes cop
Take a minute take a look, and take stock
Took a minute get your mind unlocked
Get open and I'll throw you the rock
[Mike D]
What's goin on in in my head?
And why has the sky gone red?
Be kind, rewind
Or at least tell me what it is I did or just say
Hmmm... okay!
(Yeah yeah, right, right) OKAY!
Too Many Rappers
[NAS]
Mic check, mic check
One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
[MCA]
Like a nexus 6 comin' home to roost
Handheld 58 when it's time to get loose
Don't need the ear goggles just put me through the speakers
Like a scientist with tubes and beakers
Invite MC'S over my house and fix em' brunch
But you rappers we goin' out - goin dutch
Now pass me the sword - I'll start swingin'
Precision slicin' on an exact mission
[AdRock]
Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh, my God, just look at me
Grandpa been rappin' since '83
Oh, I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad
Got crazy ass tricks pullin' out the bag
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All these crab rappers, they're rappin' like crabs
[NAS]
I have carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to hear your racket
You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket
[Mike D]
How many rappers must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, oh, when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist
Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop
Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books
Nasty Nas, what's the word, count it off on the hook
[NAS]
Let's go! One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
[MCA]
'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I outta charge a tax for every weak rap
I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack
[AdRock]
To all you crab rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor
I take the cake, I stole the mold
The golden microphone, well that's mine to hold
And why all these biters all up in my crotch space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'
I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways
Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song finished, y'all can sing along with this
By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?
[Mike D]
Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the makin', and now we're takin'
Titles, awards, and accolades
Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades
We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car
[NAS]
One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
Say It
[MCA]
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 flippin styles like pancake batter
[Mike D]
Looking through your blinds spying on me
But I'm running likea rhino on a drinking spree
You call yourself an MC but what's your truth?
Gotta let it loose inside the toll booth
[AdRock]
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 whatcha' gonna do?
Don't keep it inside you've got to
[Chorus]
Say it: let it out, let it out
Scream it: Gonna shout gonna shout
Write it: put it out put it out
Say it: get it out get it out
[MCA]
Watchout come again now sucker
Yaaaaaaaaaa
Well I can feel it in my bloodstream, see it in their eyes
People lining up for their own demise
To help the man make weapons to monetize
Corporate voilence we can't abide
[Mike D]
You can keep your bottle service and your cabana
Bust 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
[AdRock]
Mind to the rhyme paper to the pen
The brand new dance called the David Rodigan
You sure you really wanna let me begin
You can't stop me rhymin' when I'm on I'm all in
[Mike D]
Life is good and then it gets you
Stuff you through it, it comes true
[AdRock]
Once it hits your mind whatcha gonna do?
Don't keep it inside you've got to
[Chorus]
Don't play no game that I can't win - For this song I'm just going to write down the lyrics without writing down who's rapping because this song is kind of all over the place
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 ru n 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
Comin' down like a bird floating on the mist
Turn on the track back track and twist
You work hard to climb the list
20 years of schoolin' 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 y ou 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 done it again
Keep the competition in check
You draft your plans at your own drafting desk
You try to play to win but now you lost
Like clams with no tartar sauce
Scheming in the attic
Thought you had it
So dramatic
I--got the stats mathematics
Automatic-Systematic
She's super bad now
Whatcha whatcha want now?
I know th e 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!)
Long Burn The Fire
[MCA]
This is it ch'all, some nasty shit ch'all
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2"
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, you no see it
Sueth sayer not a player rhyme sayer extreme
Burn like fire when I step on the scene
I've Got: Sharks'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
[Chorus]
Long burn the fire the truth shall set you free
[AdRock]
Now it's AdRock rappin' I'm back again
Like a big mac attack on your cut 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 a Kenny Roger's roaster
See this rap thing is all about the bragadocia
I check my rear view MC's aint gettin' closer
People think I'm slow cause I'm just I'm underchalleneged
See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent"
Live round 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
[Chorus]
Mike D
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 raisin hell?"
Runnin' wild like rats in the Taco Bell
On th is mic I spit, the match it's lit
Mike Dino the Jewish Brad Pitt
Makin' music for Librarians to burly jocks
The rapper Mike D known for my curly locks!
Funky Donkey
[Mike D]
Put this on a zip disk, send it to your lawyer
Tell him to file me under funky
Like shipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers
Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner
[MCA]
Sometimes I get Pad Thai as a starter
My other order pad see yew is much darker
[AdRock]
Adam Horovitz, I take a shvitz
I'm known for my glamour and my glitz CHECK IT!
[MIke D]
As I bust I really must encrust
This microphone rust with Diamond fairy dust
[MCA]
I don't wear crocs and I don't wear sandals
The pump dont work cause the vandals took the handle
[Chorus]
Stop singing that song in the wrong key
"What you looking at?" Funky Donkey
Funky Donkey
[Mike D]
I go WOOO WOOO like a fire engine
Flashing lights to get your attention
[MCA]
Stop sweating me about the weather
Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater
[AdRock]
Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble
Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble
[MIke D]
Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk
With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk
[MCA]
Well I was swimming in the water of the ocean
Like Dr.Jeckyl with the magic potion
[AdRock]
We're brand new, never ever the same
"What's that what's that what's the name?"
Funky Donkey
Tadlock's Glasses
[AdRock]
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 filleter
I hate the game I hate the player
But don't get discombobulated and upset
Because trust me we ain't even begun yet
[Chorus]
Mike D's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
AdRock's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
MCA's got it locked and we rock it nonstop
And you don't stop the body rock
[Mike D]
Watch me make it pop now I make it sizzle
As I flip your omelet up at the B Bizzle
I'm like Multo Mario they call me Tasty D
Your quick fire challenge freak the Huiki
You can call me chef cause it's bonafide
Knife skills on the block that I'm taking world wide
[Chorus]
[MCA]
I've got bass lines bubbling up on out of my hands
Don't want to never play nothin' that sounds too bland
Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust
You've got a bagel in your pants and that's a must
Plus I cuss and I grab my nuts
Got a six finger ring that says "Excuse our dust"
[Chorus]
Lee Majors Comes Again
[Mike D]
FUCK! God dammit. Alright hold on, Adam this thing keeps falling off.
Doing it big
I'm the lyrical mathematical genius
Splashing like time juice you've never seen this
Internationally known the longest the leanest
Shout out to the one Jose Nenis
[AdRock]
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
[MCA]
I'm seeing 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 you?"
Chopping the track in the - in the land of -
[Chorus]
You wanna buy th is, 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
[Mike D]
There's a bird in here
That's my DJ not Dr.Brassiere
Dropping my bombs likea bomardier
Cocao he's a chocolatiere
[AdRock]
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
[MCA]
I'll stage a coup and usurp your position
Cause like a mormon, we on a mission
We're audible visible, cadence is lyrical
Got the mental and the physical when the moment is critical
[Chorus]
[Mike D]
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
[AdRock]
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
[MCA]
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
[Chorus]
Here's a little something for ya
[AdRock]
Yes yes yes I'll out the gate I set it off
I suppose you're exposed so get lost
And break north cut all connections
Join the sucker MC witness protection
[Mike D]
Muh muh muh muh muh muh muh muh muh muh Mike D!
Step off the launce in the place to be
Always on time so I never botch
The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch
[MCA]
Here's a little somethin' for ya
I'm a drive a little and stall ya
Don't lose your balance fall
And if you're feeling chilly I'll fetch you a shawl
[Chorus]
Get ready get set
Place your bet
What you get
Is not done yet
Here's a little somethin' for ya
[Mike D]
Honest Mike what? Honest Mike D
Don't really care if the press likes me
I just speak my conscience just speak my mind
I don't trip or flip and then I start to find
[MCA]
Queens up front - Brooklyns in the back
Flack from the flack guns - Roit squads smokin' crack
The odds are stacked for those who lack
I been a lucky mother fucker when it comes to that
[AdRock]
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 Leon Talley
[Chorus]
[MCA]
Dr.Carlton Brassiere AKA Joyce!
Dr.Bombay is the ladies choice
Step on stage with the smoke from dry ice
Every time we bring it twice as noice!
[AdRock]
Now ease up bredren take an excedrin
Only name check to rhyme is Tippi Hedron
I'm lookin' fine I'm getting much finer
Steady lounging in my lazy boy recliner
[Mike D]
Losing it in traffic amped up on coffee
Like kids going wilds after school for Mr.Softee
Like a slice around the corner uh it's sneaking up on ya
Breathing down your neck it's creepin up on ya
[Chorus]
Crazy Ass Shit
[AdRock]
On and on to the break of dawn
Now let me introduce myself I'm AdRock
No matter what you order well I got it in stock
The dooty rhyme thing well we got it on lock
Top off the lock with the argyle sock
[MCA]
Take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got
I take a licking still tick tick toc
But smoked salmon ain't old school lox
So go to Peter Brady and buy Greg's sox
[Mike D]
It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please
Stinky nasty like the head cheese
Caps gowns honorary degrees
Rhymes fresh pressed like '83 lees
[Chorus]
You cant stop you got to keep on...
[MCA]
I mean that's all I got except I've just got
Even Michael Diamond him never learn
Atop him head him have a curly perm
[Mike D]
Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast
I don't wanna talk about it past is past
All you crusty punks that are into crass
Go and take a shower and wash that ass
[AdRock]
We rock non stop here in New York City
Sweet on the mic looking so damn pretty
Served by me well it must feel shitty
Weird thing to say here it goes tough titty
[MCA]
I've got rhymes in a pitcher and it's time to pour
I'm at the tee and I'm screaming "FORE!"
Hit into your party as I declare war
Roberta Peterson's go ta spine like a dinosaur
[Chorus]
You can't stop y ou got to keep on
On and on to the break of dawn
Brass Moneky you're the funky...
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