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And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh

Paul's Boutique...Les critiques s'accorde pour dire que c'est LE meilleur album des Beastie Boys, il est paru en 1989

Lyrics:
Shake Your Rump

Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat

I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat

a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic

In the right car at the right price in mint condition

they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night

so like a pimp I'm pimpin'

I got a boat to eat shrimp in

Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'

Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float

My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat

oowah oowah is my disco call

MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all

Routines I bust rhymes I write

And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night

Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose

I'm on time and that's how it goes

You heard my style I think you missed the point

that's the joint

Mike D with your bad self running things

What's up with your bad breath onion rings

I'm Nike D and I'm back from the dead

Chillin' with Pig Pen down at Club Med

Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this

Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz

Hurricane you got clout

Other DJ's he'll take your head out

A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme

Or do my thing I'm

In a lava lamp inside the brain hotel

I might be peakin' or freakin' I'm known to rock well

The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango

Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols

I got the peg leg at the end of my stump

Shake your rump

Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest

Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest

Yeah we've got beef chief

We're knocking out teeth chief

And if you don't believe us you should question your belief

Keith

Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat

Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet

Should I have another sip no skip it

In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet

Rope a dope dookies all around the neck

*Whoo ha yo garcon the cheque*

Running from the law the press and the parents

*Is your name Michael Diamond?*

No mine's Clarence

From downtown Manhattan the village

My style is wild and you know that it still is

Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump

Shake your rump

Johnny Ryall

Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop

I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup

He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch

He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch

Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four

'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

Living on borrowed time and borrowed money

Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny

Hand me down food and hand me down clothes

A rockabilly past of which nobody knows

Makes his home all over the place

He goes to sleep by falling down on his face

Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless

Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless

Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box

He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks

Johnny Ryall

He drinks where he lies

He's covered with flies

He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes

Go upstate and get your head together

Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather

Detox at the flop house no booze allowed

Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd

Memphis is where he's from

He lives in the street but he's no bum

A rockabilly star from the days of old

He used to have teeth all filled with gold

A platinum voice but only gold records

On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers

Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar

Johnny Ryall

*Who do you think you are*

Johnny Ryall

Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter

Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter

He asks for a dollar you know what it's for

Bottle after bottle he'll always need more

He's no less important than you working class stiffs

Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss

Paid his dues playing the blues

He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes

Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army

*That's right y'all his name is*

Johnny

Johnny Ryall

Eggman

I looked out the window and seen his bald head

I ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg

Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair

Launched that shot and he was caught out there

Saw the convertible driving by

Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly

He went for his to find he didn't have one

Put him in check correct with my egg gun

The egg a symbol of life

Go inside your house and bust out your wife

Pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke

The trigger I pulled his face the yoke

Reached in his pocket took all his cash

Left my man standing with an egg moustache

Suckers they come a dime a dozen

And when I say dozen you know what I'm talking about

Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg

He was playing the wall and then he broke his leg

Tossed it out the window three minutes hot

Hit the Rastaman he said *bloodclot*

Which came first the chicken or the egg

I egged the chicken then I ate his leg

Riding the trains in between cars

When I pull out the station *you're gonna get yours*

Drive by eggings plaguing L.A.

*Yo they just got my little cousin ese*

Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny

It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy

People laugh it's no joke

My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke

*Now they got me in a cell* but I don't care

It was then that I caught catching people out there

We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back

We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back

Sam I am down with the program

Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam

Come Halloween you know I come strapped

I throw it at a sucker K-pap

You made the mistake you judge a man by his race

You go through life with egg on your face

You woke up in the morning with a peculiar feeling

You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling

Families puck rocks the businessman

I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand

Not like the crack that you put in a pipe

But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe

High Plains Drifter

They can't catch me never gonna find me

They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter

Pulled over to the river to take a rest

Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest

Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track

Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack

Long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular

She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were

Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display

Check the odometer and I was on my way

Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get

A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette

Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed

Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed

Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes

Radar detector to tell me where the cops is

Spend another night at the Motel 6

It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks

Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter

I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter

Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job

I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob

Left the car outside with the engine still revvin'

Time to get busy at 7-Eleven

Went inside to make my withdrawal

I would've took what he had had had I had to take it all

Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price

So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice

Mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade

Made my getaway and I thought that I had it made

I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star

Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car

Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap

I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap

Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry

Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry

I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night

I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right

Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire

you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire

*Outta the car longhair* your goose is cooked

Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked

Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury

Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of

blurry

Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury

I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry

Read me my rights as if I didn't know this

Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis

With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer

My man turned to me and said why are you here?

I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing

Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing

Went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.

He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key

Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee

Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B.

I had a good feeling easy come easy go

I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show

And sure enough that nag came in

Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win

Broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger

Hot wired hot wheeled and *Suzy is a headbanger*

Sounds of Science

Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over

Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range

Rover

Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters

Expanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs

Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z.

Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key

Rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables

Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables

I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new

knowledge

An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college

The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat

I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet

Shea Stadium the radium E M D squared

Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared

It's the sound of science

Public service announcement time and money for girls

covered with honey

You lie and aspire to be as cunning

Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup

Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up

My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector

Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector

Went berserk and worked and exploded

She woke up in the morning and her face was coated

Buddy you study the man on the mic

D. do what you like

Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration

To peep that freak unique penetration

I figured out who makes the crack

It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets

A professor of science cause I keep droppin' it

I smell weak cause you keep poppin' it

People always asking what's the phenomenon

Yo what's up know what's going on

No one really knows what I'm talking about

Yeah that's right my name's Yauch

Ponce De Leon constantly on

The fountain of youth not Robotron

Peace is a word I've heard before

So move and move and move upon the dance floor

I'm gonna die gonna die one day

Cause I'm goin and goin and goin this way

Not like a roach or a piece of toast

I'm going out first class not going out coach

Rock my Adidas never rock Fila

*I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla*

With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope

What I live I write and that is strictly rope

I've got science for any occasion

Postulating theorems formulating equations

Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard

Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy

Dropping science like when Galileo dropped his orange

3 Minute Rule

Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet

Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet

I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper

When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper

On the mic I score just like the Yankees

Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee

Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya

But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.

I got lucky I brought home a kitten

Before I got busy I schlepped on my mitten

Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing

Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding

Jump the turnstile never pay the tool

Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll

Customs jail me over an herb seed

Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed

Not perfect grammar always perfect timing

The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds

Out of your back door and into another

Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother

Roses are red the sky is blue

I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do

It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes

The engine is the music and my nine's by my side

Cause you know why a you see H.

I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place

Takin' life as it comes no fool am I

I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why

Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many

Know alota funky girls who like to do their thing

A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain

I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan

I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain

I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane

People come up to me and they try to talk shit man

I've been making records since you were sucking on your

mother's limp dick

Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes

You got fancy things going up your nose

You get fancy gifts from expensive men

You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen

Mothership connection getting girl's affection

If your life needs correction don't follow my direction

You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley

You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie

Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker

Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker

You slip you slack you clock me you lack

While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac

My veins are like vines

Filled with red wine

Poetry in motion coconut lotion

I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional

Are you experienced little girl

I want to know what goes on in your little girl world

Give time for your mind it's hard to forget me

I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me

So peace out now, and keep peacing out

Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout

And I'm out

Hey Ladies

Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya

There never was a city kid truer and bluer

There's more to me than you'll ever know

And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh

Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery

Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery

Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon

And I'm always out looking for a female companion

I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the

crib

I took off her moccasins and put on my bib

I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing

I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling

Your body's on time and your mind is appealing

Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling

Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing

Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing

She's talking to the kid to the who

I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did

Me in the corner with a good looking daughter

I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter

We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet

In my apartment I begged her please stop it

The gift of gab is the gift that I have

And that girl ain't nothing but the blue plate crab

Special at Woodman's in Essex Mass

Educated no stupid yes

And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh

I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge

I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large

With the white sassoons and the looks that kill

Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville

I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie

I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie

Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around

You be listening to my records' a number one sound

Step to the rhythm step step to the ride

I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside

Tune in tune on to my tune that's live

Ladies flock like fish to my line

She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore

She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door

Break up with your girl it ended in tears

Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear

I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking

The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking

She said come on over it was me that she missed

I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I

got dissed

Your old lady left you and you went girls (x3) insane

You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train

Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty

weak

Sucking down pints till I didn't know

Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho

Cause I announce I like girls that bounce

With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce

Girls with curls and big long locks

And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks

Walking high and mighty like she's #1 and

*She thinks she's the passionate one*

Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun

Rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger

An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger

I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out

He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout

24 is my age 22 is my gauge

Writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage

Out on a mission a stolen car mission

Had a little problem with the transmission

3 on the tree in the middle of the night

I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight

Life comes in phases take the good with the bad

You bought those coins on the street and you got had

It's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it

Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it

It's gonna get you it's gonna get you

It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you

Looking down the barrel of a gun

Son of a gun son of a bitch

Getting paid getting rich

Ultra violence running through my head

Fuzzy navel y'all making me see red

Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets

I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond

I love girlies waxing and milking

Got more excuses than my man Dave Scilkin

Predetermined destiny is who I am

You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am

Like Clockwork Orange going off on the town

I've got posse bonanza to beat your ass down

I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words

Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse

words

You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin

Looking for a fist to put your face in

Get hip don't slip knuckle heads

Racism is schism on the serious tip

Car Theif

Some static started in the pool hall

In a motherfucker's face with the cue ball

Then I met this girl she tried to gank me

So I smacked her in the pocket with M.C. Plank Bee

Me and my crew out breaking windows

The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those

Possession is half the law

I had my routines before all y'all

Your whole life is coming apart at the seams

You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines

I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie

Right now I wish I had another hash brownie

Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass

Or Mookie's gonna kick your fuckin' ass

You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat

*See personally I wouldn't want to go out like that*

I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it

I don't buy cheeba I grow it

*I'm a farmer* people always trying to get next to me

But I'm down with Jalil Donkey and Ecstasy

Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer

Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser

Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush

Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush

You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror

My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her

You can't deny me you always want to try me

You're just gonna get your ass kicked

Homeboy throw in the towel

Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell

The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast

For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

Sometimes you've got to let someone trip on their own

shoelace before you tell them to tie their shoe

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters

Sitting in the White House pulling their peters

Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street

The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat

Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'

Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'

Space cake cookies I discover who I am

I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man

Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains

Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants

My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think

So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink

So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning

I feel like it is always the beginning

Of another rhyme I'm rapping M.C.'ing I rock

You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped

What Comes Around

Soft overripe fresh skeezed California females

With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails

Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking

Like a garbage bag full overflowing now it's leaking

Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair

So I can climb up and get into your underwear

Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk

You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk

You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head

You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head

You're all mixed up like pasta primavera

Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera

Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor

So get that money out of your ass you whore

I brought her upstairs onto the roof

I dogged your wife and she is a doofus

Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got

Dolemite's house and you have not

Look out my window look over the city

With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty

Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat

Why you wanna beat your girl like that

Living in the rat race smoking rat weed

You reap what you sow when you plant the seed

Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto

Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto

Shadrach

Riddle me this brother can you handle it

Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it

Equinox symmetry and the balance is right

Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night

It's not how you play the game it's how you win it

I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic

For those about to rock we salute you

The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to

I once was lost but now I'm found

The music washes over and you're one with the sound Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall

I think I'm starting to peak now Al

From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares

If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire

We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go

SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO

Only 24 hours in a day

Only 12 notes a man can play

Music for all and not just one people

And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers

Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers

If not for my vices my bugged out desires

My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic

And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so

frantic

I mix business with pleasure way too much

I mean wine and women and song and such

I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak

You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak

Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo

SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO

Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks

Give to the poor and I always give thanks

Got more stories that J.D. Salinger

I hold the title and you are the challenger

I've got money like Charles Dickens

Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens

Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman

I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman

*Never gonna let them say that I don't love you*

My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts

Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course

Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion

Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians

Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell

You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well

Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born

And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn

Sippin on wine and mackin

Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin

Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me

*Being very proud to be an M.C.*

And the man upstairs I hope that he cares

If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire

Amps and crossovers under my rear hood

The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham

D'Elegance

They tell us what to do hell no

SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO

Get on the Mic

Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue

The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to

People say that they been missin' me and missin' you

Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck that I say fuck this

The king Ad-Whammy has never been limp Dick Butkus

One half science and the other half soul

His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

M.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in Fresno

Got over on your girl cause you know she never says no

Well Mike D. is a special individual

Pulling out knots pulling in residuals

Go to the movies get the Rolos the cholos riding slow and low

Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike my stromy don't be so selfish

Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish

Stop That Train

It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale

I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail

Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station

D-Train ride Coney Island vacation

Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train

They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine

Jump the turnstyle I lost my last token

Riding between the cars pissing smoking

Also finger popping

Two bums fucking I seen them rocking

Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout

Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out

You know you light up when the lights go down

Read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names

Party people going placed on the D-Train

French trench coat wing tip going to work

Pulling a train like Captain Kirk

Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts

Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor

Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong doors

Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity

Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

$50.00 fine for disturbing the peace

The neck tortoise the Lees creased

Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin

Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin

Elevated platform never gonna conform

Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm

Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes

Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man readin El Diario

Riding the train down from El Barrio

Went from the station straight to Orange Julius

Bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias

Year And A Day

M.C. for what I AM and do

the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true

so as pray and hope and the message is sent

and I AM living in the dreams that I have dreamt

because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three

me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.

and my body and soul and mind are pure

not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure

just lyrics from I to you recited

arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted

enter the arena as I take center stage

the lights set low and the night has come of age

take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional

speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special

for I AM a bard but not the last one

I'm my own king and this is my castle

dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past

seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

and you can bet your ass

I drop the L. when I'm skiing

I'm smoking and peaking

I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend

can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along

can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

broke my bindings the lion with wings

preaching his word in the B. Boy sing

I AM one with myself as I turn to The

I prefer the dreams to reality

I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife

don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife

but it's good to have turn to be a king for a day

or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day

come what may

I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout

mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout

fishing for a line inside my brain

and looking out at the world through my window pane

every day has many colors cuz the glass is stained

everything has changed but remains the same

so once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as

day

and I AM going to the limits of my ultimate destiny

feeling as though Somebody were testing me

He who sees the end from the beginning of time

looking forward through all the ages is, was and always shall

be

check the prophetic sections of the pages

He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Hello Brooklyn

New York New York it's a hell of a town

The Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down

They don't know my name they only know my initials

Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job I cut my hair

I cut my boss cause I don't care

You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle

You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of

You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the

sawed-off

Like a buffalo soldier I'm broader than Broadway

Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors

I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza

If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped

I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza

If you ask a question you will get the answer

Her breast I saw I reached I felt

M.O.N.E.Y. the belt

I stay at home just like a hermit

I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

Yes you got a boyfriend and indeed his name is Slick Nick

that is why Annabelle you're caught with the shrimpy limp dick

trick

I ride around town cause my ride is fly

I shot a man in Brooklyn *just to watch him die*

Dropping Names

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a

ghost

She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the

coast

If your world was all black and if your world was all white

Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right

Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus

Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi Norisit Brian

If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'

Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it

*If you explain to a musician he'll tell that he knows it but he

just can't do it*

Lay It On Me

Chinese eyes and Chinese suits

Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots

More updated on the hip-hop lingo

My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card

You know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte

Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne

They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man

Your face turns red as your glass of wine

You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time

Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum

Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum

With that big round butt of yours

I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'

Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'

Mike on the Mic

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle

I laid the bait and then she took the tackle

Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster

Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I never met a girl that was too finicky

If the press has their way then they're going to finish me

You might know this but you've never been this see

If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur

Ride around town like Raymond Burr

I'm so high that they call me Your Highness

If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to

Keepin' my friends around so I have someone to talk to

I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it

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

Email: sushi00@hotmail.com