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I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rocking when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my God, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all, it's a sabotage
So, so, so, so listen up 'cause you can't say nothin'
You'll shut me down with a push of your button?
But you, I'm out and I'm gone
I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on
'Cause what you see you might not get
And we can bet, so don't you get souped yet
You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage
Why
Our backs are now against the wall?
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
Lord, I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be? It's a mirage
You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Well, now, don't you tell me to smile
You stick around, I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because I'm so versatile
Style, profile
I said it always brings me back when I hear "Ooh, Child"
From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon 'til the very last mile
Well, if you battle me, I will revile
People always sayin' my style is wild
You've got gall, you've got guile
Step to me, I'm a rapophile
If you wanna battle, you're in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead, put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Jazz and AWOL, that's our team
Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
Well, I gotta keep it goin', keep it goin' full steam
Too sweet to be sour, too nice to be mean
Well, on the tough guy style, I'm not too keen
Trying to change the world, I will plot and scheme
Mario C likes to keep it clean
Goin' to shine like a sunbeam
Keep on rappin' 'cause that's my dream
Got an A from Moe Dee for stickin' to themes
Now when it comes to envy, y'all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine
Another dimension, new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
We're from the family tree of old school hip-hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
'Cause the music is live like an electric shock
I am known to do the Wop (Wop)
Also known for the Flintstone Flop (Flop)
Tammy D gettin' biz on the crop (crop)
Beatsie Boys known to let the beat
Mmm, drop
Now, when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop
If my rap's soup, my beats is stock
Step from the table when I start to chop
I'm a lumberjack (ooh), DJ Ad-Rock
If you try to knock me, you'll get mocked
I'll stir-fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shakin' and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Do it
Go by the name of the Kid Ad-Rock, Rock
Super educated, I'm smarter than Spock, Spock
You ever tell me, you will agree
Ain't no brother like the K-I-D
You know what I mean?
Tellin' you, with the echo?
I'm tellin' you
No sleep 'til
Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time
City to city, I'm running my rhymes
On location, touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger, but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine-to-five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kicking it live
No sleep 'til
Another plane, another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl, another fight
Another drive all night
Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus
Tour around the world, you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel, girls on the jock
We're trashing hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor, Ad-Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezing with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back
White boys got more rhymes
No sleep 'til
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
Ain't seen the light since we started this band
So, MCA, get on the mic, my man!
Born and bred in Brooklyn USA
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA
Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the Def ale with all the fly women
Limos, arenas, and TV shows
Autographed pictures and classy hoes
Step off, Holmes, get out of my way!
Taxing little girlies from here to LA
Waking up before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week
No sleep 'til
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn ('til Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn
No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
No (no) sleep (sleep) 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
I ain't goin' no place
Move? Me?
Give it up and you don't quit
Like that y'all, pop some more shit
So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax
Off the tracks that I kick, come on and live it up
'Cause I get funky like diaper rash (nah)
And you know I'm mad spunky, and I'm making cash
Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets
To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to 60 wins like my man Pat Ewing
Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK
Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul
Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal
Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation
Uh, uh, check it out
Uh, leave it out
A little wine with my dinner, so I'm in my Grape Ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mixtape
'Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button
And I get my fill, and you can't say nothing
More soul on this train than Don Cornelius
Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
The wires hitting switches connected at the junction
Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret
Dante found his shit, but you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in SD50 'til the early morning
Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation
Brass Monkey
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass
Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey, here's how you feel
You put your left leg down
Your right leg up
Tilt your head back, let's finish the cup
MCA with the bottle, D rocks the can
Ad-Rock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moët
We don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go, we bring Monkey with us
Ad-Rock drinks three, Mike D is D
Double R foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a castle in Brooklyn, that's where I dwell
Brass Monkey
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Because (brass)
I drink it anytime and any place
When it's time to get ill, I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on, y'all, it's time to get nice
Cooling by the lockers, getting kind of funky
Me and the crew, we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by, she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker, grabbed a Spanish fly
I put it in the Monkey, mixed it in a cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo, baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip (sip)
The girl she gave me lip (lip)
It did begin, the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip
Brass Monkey
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass
Step up to the bar and put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
You take a sip, you can do it
You get right to it
We had a case in the place
And we went right through it
You got a dry martini, you thinking you're cool
Take you place at the bar, I smack you off your stool
I'll down a 40 dog in a single gulp
And if you got beef, you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def-def, girls-girls, all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keepin' you in a trance
If you don't buy my record, I got my advance
I drink it, I think it, I see it, I be it
I love Brass Monkey, but I don't give D it
We got the bottle, you got the cup
Come on everybody, let's get f-
Brass Monkey
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey!
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
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
Make some noise if you're with me
Make some noise if you're with me
Make some noise if you're with me
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Oh, 'cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Oh, when you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
(Mike D, come and rock the sure shot)
I've got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-hoo
I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed, I'm not a divorcee (yeah)
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey
Well, it's the taking of the Pelham, one, two, three
If you want a doo-doo rhyme then come see me
I've got the savoir faire with the unique rhymin'
I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time and
Strictly handheld is the style I go
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose
I strap on my ear goggles, and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man they call The Mario
Pull up at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my Bozak
I've got more action than my man, John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
You know, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
(Ad-Rock, come and rock the sure shot)
Cane will cross-fade on your ass and bust your ear drums
Listen, everybody, 'cause I'm shifting gears
Fresh like Dougie when I get my specs
And on the microphone, I come correct
Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop
Top-notch is my stock on the soapbox
I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share
I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it
I gotta straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much sick shit
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes
I'll have to step back, I gotta contemplate
Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very on
Rock the microphone, and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard
Never quittin', so won't you listen?
Ah, yes, indeed, it's fun time
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Oh, but you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
(MCA, come and rock the sure shot)
I want to say a little something that's long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the end
Well, you say I'm 20-something, and I should be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever, and you could call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV
I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD
Well, I'm that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I wanna, so I'm gonna
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quittin'
Think I'm-a change up my style just to fit in
I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all the nations
Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Keep on and rockin' the sure shot
B-boys
B-girls
Ticktock, tick-tick
Girls
And all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
'Cause in the evening it's girls
I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile
Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked my home-piece MCA
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" he said, "You may"
The pants were tight and that's okay
If she would dance, I would DJ
We took a walk down to the bay
I hope she'll say
"Hey, me and you should hit the hay"
I asked her out, she said, "No way"
I should have probably guessed her gay
So I broke North with no delay
I heard she moved real far away
That was two years ago this May
I seen her just the other day
Jockin' Mike D to my dismay
Girls to do the dishes
Girls to clean up my room
Girls to do the laundry
Girls and in the bathroom
Girls
That's all I really want is girls
Two at a time, I want girls
With new wave hairdos, I want girls
I ought to whip out my-
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls
(Oh, what you, what are you saying?)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static
All you Klingons in the fucking house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
Grab you with the pinchers
And no, I didn't retire, I'll snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers
Like Mutual of Omaha
Got the ill boat, you've never seen before
Gliding in the glades and like Lorne Greene
You know I get paid
Like caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like Darrin or Hazel
I'm a motherfuckin' Nick at Nite
With classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm, no alarm
'Cause my farm ain't fat, so what's up with that?
I've got friends and family that I respect
When I think I'm too good, they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wo-work-work-work-wo-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out
Said, "Doc, what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, "Son, you'd better listen"
Stuck in your ass is an electrician
Like a scientist
Mm, when I'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined
Now, hey baby bubba, now what the deal?
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic and you won't see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up, the mathematician
I'm a bank cashier, engineer
I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer
Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip, I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo, money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase and my crew's amazin'
We're working on the record yo
So just stay patient
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wo-work-work-work-wo-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Ad-rock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy (who, moi?)
I am the one with the clientele
You say, "Ad-rock, you rock so well"
I've got class like Pink Champale
MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale
Don't test me, they can't arrest me
I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm down
You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap
But what you're making ain't hip-hop B
Now, get your clothes right out the dryer
Put Armor All up on your tire
Sport that fresh attire
Tonight we goin' out to set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days"
Now, check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wo-work-work-work-wo-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out
One-two, one-two, keep it on
Listen to the shit be'cause we keep it 'til dawn
Listen to the Abstract, got it going on
Listen to the ladies, come on and let me spawn
On your eggs, then you go up the river
Listen to the Abstract, that freaky nigga
Now I'm Ad-Rock and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I can't stop with the body rock
See, I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic and I'll be rockin' the whole park
Well, I'm the M to the C to the A and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic of lust
And my Moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes, I get funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the X-rated nigga
Listen to the shit 'cause I am the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than this
Get it together
Get it together
Phone is ringing, oh my God
Get it together
See what's happening
Ad-Rock's down with the Ione
Listen to the shit "cause both of them is boney
Gotta do it like this like Chachi and Joanie
"Cause she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the fuss?
"Cause I ain't got no dust
Yeah, you know I'm getting silly
Got a Grandma Hazel and a Grandma Tilly
Well, I'm the Grand Royal prez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of November
I do the Patty Duke, in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone, word is bond
Don't need a motherfuckin' fool tellin' me right from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I'm-a drive the lane like I was Evan Bernard
And I be working on my game
Because life is taxing
Gotta get it together
And see what's happening
Get it together
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute (get it together)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute (get it together)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
See what's happening
I go one-two like my name was Biz Mark
But I had to do the shit, just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let me kick the shit off 'cause, yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
The Moog with the funk for your derrière
While we're on that topic, yes, I like to mention
When it comes to bonin', woo, I'm representing
Spacin', zonin', talkin' on the phone and
My brain is roamin' and I don't know where it's goin'
Talking lots of shit, a little tweaking on the weekend (what?)
I gotta to get him by the reins be'cause I know that I'm freaking (yeah)
Well, I'm a funky soul and I'm a Scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm Dr. On-the-Go
So, Q-Tip, what you on the mic for?
Be'cause I had to talk about the times when I rhyme
And when the MC's come in my face, I'm like mace
Be'cause I back them off with the quills
'Cause I have to tell you, nigga, "cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on Nine One One Sixteenth Ave off the Farmer's Boulevard
Well, I'm from Manhattan, MCA's from Brooklyn
Yeah, MCA, your shit be cookin'
Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat
But, yo, Tip, what's up with the boots on your feet?
Got the Timbos on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh, one-two, oh my god
One-two, oh my god
I got some shit
I've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never, ever, ever smoking crack
Never, ever, ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple Now & Laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me later
Fuck it, "cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo, technically I'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it
Gonna get it together, Ma Bell
I'm like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication
Ma Bell, got the ill communication
Ma Bell, got the ill communications (who's that?)
Ma Bell, got the ill communication (word 'em up, word-word 'em up)
Ma Bell
Keep it on and on
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 MC witness protection
M-M-Mike D
Step off the launch 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 something for ya
I'mma drive a little and stall, ya
Don't lose your balance and fall, ya
And if you're 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 something for ya
Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D
Don't really care if the press likes me
Just speak my conscience, speak my mind
Don't trip and flip and then I stop to find
Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back
Flack from flak guns, riot squads smoking 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 André Leon Talley
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 something for ya
This shit is crazy
This shit is crazy
Dr. Carlton Brassiere, a.k.a. Joyce
Dr. Bombay is the ladies' choice
Step on stage to the smoke from dry ice
Every time I bring it twice as nice
Now ease up brethren, take an Excedrin
Only name check to rhyme is Tippi Hedren
I'm undefined, I'm getting much finer
Steady lounging in my La-Z-Boy recliner
Losing it in traffic, amped up on coffee
Like kids going wild after school for Mr. Softee
Like a slice around the corner
Uh, it's sneaking up on ya
Breathing down your neck
Uh, it's creeping up on ya
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 something for ya
Ready?
One
You'll do this four times with the left
Four with the right
Then eight times with both
Then repeat
Body movin', body movin'
A1 sound and the sound's so soothin'
Body movin', body movin'
We be gettin' down and you know we're Krush Groovin'
Now, let me get some action from the back section
We need body rockin', not perfection
Let your backbone flip but don't slip a disc
And let your spine unwind, just take a risk
I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn
Tell me party people, is that so wrong?
The ship is dockin', interlockin'
And up-rockin', electro-shockin'
We're gettin' down, computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
All of y'all, get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with
Body movin', body movin'
A1 sound and the sound's so soothin'
Body movin', body movin'
We be gettin' down and you know we're Krush Groovin'
Flame on, I'm gone
I'm so sweet like a nice bonbon
Came out rappin' when I was born
Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn
Puttin' bodies in motion 'cause I got the notion
Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion
The sound of the music makin' you insane
You can't explain to people this type of mind frame
Like a bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape
I'm fine like wine when I start to rap
We need body rockin', not perfection
Let me get some action from the back section
Body movin', body movin'
A1 sound and the sound's so soothing
Body movin', body movin'
We be gettin' down and you know we're Krush Groovin'
Pumping
Hump down
Ready?
Mike D with the master plan
I said, "Ooh my-my" and "Thank you, ma'am"
And when I grab the mic, you scream, "Ooh, goddamn"
The crème de la crème is who I am
MCA, where have you been?
Packed like sardines in the tin
So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins
'Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim
And Ad-Rock, light up the place
And if you pull my card, you pull the ace
And if you ask me, turn up the bass
And if you play Defender, I could be your hyperspace, so
Body movin', body movin'
A1 sound and the sound's so soothing
Body movin', body movin'
We be gettin' down and you know we're Krush Groovin'
You'll do eight times on the left
Eight on the right
Four left, four right
Two left, two right
Then one beat
Left, right
Left, right
Start on the left and on the balls of your feet
Left foot, ready?
It's (one, two, three, four, five)
Listen, all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers
Writers, prizefighters and Wall Street traders
We come together on the subway cars
Diversity unified, whoever you are, uh
We doin' fine on the one and nine line
On the L, we're doin' swell
On the number ten bus, we fight and fuss
'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must
I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks
Runnin' home after school to play PIXX
At lunch, I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street
And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet
Dear, New York, I hope you're doin' well
I know a lot's happened, and you've been through hell
So, we give thanks for providin' a home
Through your gates at Ellis Island, we passed in droves
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
The L.I.E., the BQE
Hippies at the band shell with the LSD
Get my BVD's from VIM
You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can
Stopped off at Bleecker Bob's, got thrown out
Sneakin' in at 4:00 a.m. after goin' out
You didn't rob me in the park at Diana Ross
But everybody started lootin' when the light went off
From the South-South Bronx, on out to Queens bridge
From Hollis, Queens right down to Bay Ridge
From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side
From 1010 WINS to Live At Five
Dear, New York, this is a love letter
To you and how you brought us together
We can't say enough about all you do
'Cause in the city we're ourselves and electric, too
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern, and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem
To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met
Before they moved on down to the Upper West
I see you're still strong after all that's gone on
Life long we dedicate this song
Just a little somethin' to show some respect
To the city that blends and mends and tests, uh
Since 9/11, we're still livin'
And lovin', life we've been given
Ain't nothin' gonna take that away from us
We lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust
Dear, New York, I know a lot has changed
Two towers down, but you're still in the game
Home to the many, rejectin' no one
Acceptin' peoples of all places, wherever they're from
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern, and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern, and Latin
Black, White, New York we make it happen
N-N-N-New York
New York, New York (City, City)
New-New York, New-New-New-
New-York City
Y-Y, Y-Y, Y-York, Y-York
Y-Y, Y-York, Y-York
(New-New York, New-)
(New-New York, New-)
New York City
I have never been more ready in my entire life
To do this right now, never
It's all been leading up to this moment
All right now, right here
My whole life, right here
We got rhyme selections in a wide array
J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez
The party people scream, "Oui, oui c'est vrai"
'Cause I got remote for my big day
Now A-D-R-O-C-K
I use a microphone like Picasso used clay
Down with records from around the way
Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay
I rock on the mic from here to Bombay
I'll give it my best and say, "Come what may"
'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay
I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pele
Gettin' old like Ali Boomba Yay
So fed up with racism today
It's time to speak up and not turn away
Make the sun shine when it's cloudy and gray
Dip dip dive, so-so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height
I shine on the mic like Ultra Brite
Created a monster with these rhymes I write
Goatee metal rap, please say goodnight
And here's a little something that you might not like
My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike
It's a real pity that you people gotta bite
But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice
Readin' in the news, 'cause I'm Country Mike
Use a microphone like Shazam used tights
Try to keep clear of that hate and spite
So I keep my mind still like the still of night
Now who in the world do you want to fight?
It's against the system we should unite
Homophobics ain't alright
If you learn to love then you might love life
Dip dip dive, so-so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it-Bring it back that-Bring it-Bring it back that
Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it back that old New York rap
Bring it-Bring it back that-Bring it-Bring it back that
Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap
Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts
So many billionaires while so many lacks
So before the poor decide to react
Well, come on party people, share up your stacks
Now, I'm-a break it down to the brass tacks
Do the Biz Mark dance and the Cabbage Patch
You tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch
Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch
I'd like to have a say on the income tax
Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts
No money for health care, so what's the catch?
The man got you locked with no keys to the latch
Mike and Adam have got my back
You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps
Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack
Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack
Dip dip dive, so-so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
(To Mario C, you can't front on that)
Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris
You know I get fly, you think I get high
You know that I'm gone and I'ma tell you all why
So tell me, who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin'
The reason that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen
In my head, I just want to take 'em down
Imagination set loose, and I'm gonna shake 'em down
Let it flow like a mudslide
When I get on, I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex, y'all
So what'cha, so what'cha, so what'cha want? ('Cha want)
I get so funny with the money that you flaunt (you flaunt)
I said, where'd you get your information from, huh?
You think that you can front when revelation comes?
Yeah, you can't front on that
Well, they call me Mike D, the ever loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee, well, I'm the metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar
But like a dream, I'm flowin' without no stoppin'
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi Whip toppin'
Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall
Well, I'll be callin' out to people like a casting call
Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know, with your flow, when you're out getting by
Believe me, or what you see is what you get
And you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet
Well, I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time, I'm losing my mind, that's right
I said I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time, I'm losing my mind
Yeah, you can't front on that
But little do you know about something that I talk about
I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walkabout
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
Got eyes in the back of my head, so I realize
Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all
I want you off the wall, if you're playing the wall
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?)
Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See, I'm the long leaner, Vincent the Cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena
Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause
But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for your crews, you'll be sucking like a leech
Yeah, you can't front on that
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?)
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (So what'cha want?)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (So what'cha want?)