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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 Boys in the cut and here to stay
Vibration,
Chatter up on the mic and it's an
Revelation,
A little patience with the
Heed my flow, I got more in
Rhymes are not for breakfast any more
on vacation, like Clark and Rusty
Don't wanna make the beer fest, me
Your wack is beyond a pale
Heel up, wheel up, to the one Smails
Come at me with rain, I'm coming back with
My broad sword will cut through chain mail
Back up,
Well, Adrock, one of the greatest of all time, no
I go for mine
Big Mike D, number spitting lead
Bringing it back, da oh-ah-oh-ah
spells relief
There's holes in my story like Leon teeth
Good grief, the middle name's
I keep a in a little, weird sheath
I'm like Oscar the
Trashy, rockin' Derelicte,
I keep it raw
Just the 42nd Street C train bathroom
I on the mic like a battered fried fish
Pundits in the house say -- WHAT! -- rich!
is the type of shit that's gonna scratch that itch
Now I'm-a set it off from up this bitch
I see looking at me and thinking 'What him do?'
Well, I rap this mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou
Also known as Pretty Lou, a-k-a Pretty
I switch up my name pretty much how I
This 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 gotta new name, and my new is HARRY!
Well, my name is MCA, but I new name, and that new name is GARY!
Well, our DJ's has stayed the same, 'cause his new name is BARRY!