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To the, to the, to the up top!
Bam! God damn!
Holy mackerel, pulling suckers' out the satchel
You can sleep tonight, okay
B Boys in the cut and here to stay
Vibration,
up on the mic and it's an incantation
Revelation,
A little patience with the
my flow, I got more in store
Rhymes are not just for breakfast any
Always on vacation, like and Rusty
Don't wanna make the beer fest, me
Your wack style is beyond a
up, wheel up, to the one Judge Smails
Come at me with rain, I'm back with hail
My broad sword cut through your chain mail
up, Mike
Well, Adrock, one of the greatest of all time, no
I go for mine
Big Mike D, number spitting paint
Bringing it back, da oh-ah-oh-ah
spells relief
There's in my story like Leon Spinks' teeth
Good grief, the middle name's
I keep a microphone in a little, weird
I'm like the Grouch
Trashy, Derelicte, flashy
I it raw y'all
Just imagine the Street C train bathroom
I sizzle on the mic a battered fried fish
Pundits in the say -- WHAT! -- that's rich!
This is the type of shit that's gonna scratch that
Now I'm-a set it off from up inside bitch
I see you're at me and thinking 'What him do?'
Well, I rap this mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou
Also as Pretty Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike
I switch up my name much how I like
routine dates way back
A lot of may remember this routine
But evolved now
Yeah, from the before last
Well, my name is Mike D, and I gotta new name, and new name is LARRY!
Well, my is Adrock, and then I gotta new name, and my new name is HARRY!
Well, my name is MCA, but I gotta new name, and that new is GARY!
Well, our name has stayed the same, 'cause his new name is BARRY!