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There's a girl there
With brown hair
I her to the place
I threw the mattress in her
off her shirt
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,

be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
People say that been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them we used to
You say that yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the Ad-Whammy you're Dick Butkus
science and another half soul
His name's D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled around in
Got over on girlie cause 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 individual
out knots and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the
The cholos slow and low
on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromie be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat

It's 4:00 a.m. got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the rail
Groggy and fried I'm headed for the station
ride to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the of the 1 train
They'll be out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile I my last token
Ride the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy "yo put that out"
You you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post St. downtown
faces every day but you don't know their names
Party going places on the D-Train

that train, I wanna get on

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

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics,
So as pray and hope and the message is
And I am living in the dreams that I dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the three
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my body and soul and are pure
Not or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and
Enter the as I take center stage
The lights set low and the has come of age
Take the microphone in 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 of the past
Seen a glimpse ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. when I'm
I'm and peaking
I put the on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't the mind-fuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's strong
my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one with myself as I to thee
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my don't need no other man's wife
Don't 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 boat and I'm for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Stout
Fishing for a line inside my
And out at the world through my window pane
day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the
So once the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my destiny
Feeling as though somebody were me
He who sees the end from the of time
Looking forward all the ages
Is, was and always be
Check the prophetic of the pages

He's in line for the Day

Brooklyn

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

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

Well if 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 but my is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my is famous
My is not O'Houigheighi nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak now, you I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to they try to pursue it

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

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

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

I met this last night with a peculiar cackle
I the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a
I met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then going to finish me
You might know this but you've never been see
If I ate then I'd be called Spinach D
I light like cats shed fur
Ride around like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your
So if you don't me then pardon my shyness
I live in the wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to to
I play my music because you know it's got clout 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, you gonna do
I go
Adrock's in the house, what you do
I go
When in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When in the house, what you gonna do
He AWOL
St. James in the house, you gonna do
Home-1, what you do
Got in the house, what you gonna do
Dust Bros. in the house, you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, what you do
Lou Gains in the house, you gonna do
Hollis crew, what you do
John Mish in the house, you gonna do
Cutty in the house, what you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat Bain's in the
Richard Consen's in the
Good Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to this down
To all the
All the