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To the, to the, to the up top!
Bam! God damn!
mackerel, pulling suckers' cards out the satchel
You can sleep tonight, okay
B in the cut and we're here to stay
Vibration,
up on the mic and it's an incantation
Revelation,
A little with the tribulations
my flow, I got more in store
Rhymes are not just for breakfast any
Always on vacation, Clark and Rusty
Don't wanna the beer fest, trust me
Your wack is beyond a pale
Heel up, wheel up, to the one Judge
Come at me with rain, I'm back with hail
My broad sword will cut through your chain
up, Mike
Well, Adrock, one of the of all time, no disrespect
I go for mine
Big Mike D, spitting lead paint
it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah
A-D-R-O-C-K spells
There's holes in my like Leon Spinks' teeth
grief, the middle name's Keefe
I keep a microphone in a little, sheath
I'm Oscar the Grouch
Trashy, Derelicte, flashy
I keep it raw
Just the 42nd Street C train bathroom
I sizzle on the mic a battered fried fish
in the house say -- WHAT! -- that's rich!
This is the type of shit that's gonna scratch itch
Now I'm-a set it off from up inside this
I see you're looking at me and 'What him do?'
Well, I rap this mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou
Also known as Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike
I switch up my name pretty much how I
routine dates way back
A lot of may remember this routine
But it's now
Yeah, from the summer last
Well, my name is Mike D, and I new name, and that new name is LARRY!
Well, my name is Adrock, and then I gotta new name, and my new is HARRY!
Well, my name is MCA, but I gotta new name, and that new is GARY!
Well, our DJ's name has the same, 'cause his new name is BARRY!