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There's a girl there
With long brown
I her to the place
I the mattress in her face
Took off her
off her bra
Took off her
You know what I

Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main Mike D
Get on the mic, on the mic
Just get on the mic, get on the mic,

Let's be real and don't the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must to
People say that been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show like we used to
You say fuck yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy Dick Butkus
One-half science and another half
His Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie you know she never says no

get on the mic, just get on the mic
G-get on the mic, get on the mic

Well, Mike D. is a special
Pulling out knots and in residuals
Go to the get the Rolos
The cholos riding and low
Mike on the mic and with the solo
Mike my stromie don't be so
Get on the mic cause you know you eat

It's a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island
Dedicated to the in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile I lost my last
Ride between the pissing, smoking
Head for the car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go
And then you the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same every day but you don't know their names
Party people going on the D-Train

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip to work
And you'll be pulling a train like Captain
gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now you're tuck the stations
And it seems like an
Sweating sardines in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for the peace
The neck tortoise Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
Friday night and Jamaica Queen's
Elevated platform never conform
Riding over the diner where I get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and out rhymes
Over the loud speaker the hard times
Sat across from a man readin' El
Riding the down from El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for and the lyrics, true
So as and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have
Because I'm with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. born to M.C.
And my and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged cure
Just lyrics from I to you
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and
Enter the as I take center stage
The set low and the night has come of age
the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my to the crowd and the ed. is special
For I am a but not the last one
I'm am the king and this is my
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna
And you can bet ass

I the L. when I'm skiing
I'm and peaking
I put the skis on the almost every single weekend
stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion wings
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one with myself as I to thee
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my life don't need no other man's
need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a and a day
what may

I'm fishing with my and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guinness
Fishing for a line inside my
And looking out at the world through my pane
Every day has colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has but remains the same
So once again the mirror and I see myself as clear as day
And I am to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as somebody were testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of
Looking forward through all the
Is, was and always be
Check the sections of the pages

He's in for the Disco Day

Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a
You know the is up and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't my name they only know my initials
Building in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my boss 'cause I care
You tried to get slick, you a little chuckle
You're get smacked with my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something you never of
be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader Broadway
Keep keepin' on I care what they say
I play my stereo loud it disturbs my
I want to the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack
If you ask a question you will get the
Her breast I saw I reached I
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at home just like a
I got the jammy but I got the permit
You know
You got a boyfriend and his name is Slick
Annabelle with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town my ride is fly
I shot a man in
Just to him die

He thrusts his fists the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still he sees a ghost
She's slippin' through his fingers as movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a

Well if your world was all black and if your world was all
Well then you wouldn't get color out of life now right
Nicknamed but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the cause my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it
If I said I was weak now, you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite try to pursue it

You explain to a musician, they it but they can't do it

I got Chinese eyes and suits
Smokin' much Buddha and much boots
More updated on the lingo
My favorite New Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I her my card
Man, you that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be on Cezanne
They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Man
face turns red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you my time
You should be with me, you should drop bum
'Cause I got more flavor Fruit Striped Gum
that big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter Thanksgiving stuffin'

another one for y'all to peep
It's called M-I-K-E on the

I met this girl last night with a peculiar
I laid the and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red
Now the room is around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl was too finicky
If the press has their way they're going to finish me
You might know but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats fur
Ride town like Raymond Burr
I'm so that they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then pardon my
I in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got to it
It's a it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it

DJ
When Mike D's in the house, what you do
I go
Adrock's in the house, what you do
I go
MCA's in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, what you do
He goes
St. in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, you gonna do
Got busy in the house, what you do
Dust Bros. in the house, you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, you gonna do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
Hollis crew, what you do
John Mish in the house, you gonna do
Killa in the house, what you gonna do
J. in the house
Pat in the house
Richard Consen's in the
Good night
Now I want you all to break this
To all the
All the