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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, it's
B Boys in the cut and we're here to
Vibration,
Chatter up on the mic and it's an
Revelation,
A little patience the tribulations
my flow, I got more in store
Rhymes are not just for breakfast any
on vacation, like Clark and Rusty
Don't wanna make the fest, trust me
Your wack is beyond a pale
Heel up, wheel up, to the one Smails
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 greatest of all time, no
I go for mine
Big D, number spitting lead paint
it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah
A-D-R-O-C-K relief
holes in my story like Leon Spinks' teeth
Good grief, the middle name's
I a microphone in a little, weird sheath
I'm like Oscar the
Trashy, rockin' Derelicte,
I it raw y'all
imagine the 42nd Street C train bathroom
I sizzle on the mic like a fried fish
Pundits in the say -- WHAT! -- that's rich!
This is the type of shit gonna scratch that itch
Now I'm-a set it off from up this bitch
I see you're looking at me and thinking him do?'
Well, I rap upon this mic, Mike D, Lou
known as Pretty Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike
I switch up my name pretty how I like
routine dates way back
A lot of people may this routine
But evolved now
Yeah, from the summer before
Well, my is Mike D, and I gotta new name, and that new name is LARRY!
Well, my name is Adrock, and then I new name, and my new name is HARRY!
Well, my is MCA, but I gotta new name, and that new name is GARY!
Well, our DJ's name has the same, 'cause his new name is BARRY!