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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 in the cut and we're here to stay
Vibration,
Chatter up on the mic and an incantation
Revelation,
A patience with the tribulations
Heed my flow, I got more in
Rhymes are not just for any more
Always on vacation, like Clark and
Don't make the beer fest, trust 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 of all time, no disrespect
I gotta go for
Big D, number spitting lead paint
Bringing it back, da oh-ah-oh-ah
A-D-R-O-C-K spells
There's 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
Just imagine the 42nd C train bathroom
I sizzle on the mic like a fried fish
Pundits in the house say -- WHAT! -- rich!
This is the of shit that's gonna scratch that itch
Now I'm-a set it off from up inside bitch
I see you're looking at me and thinking him do?'
Well, I rap upon this mic, D, Sweet Lou
Also known as Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike
I up my name pretty much how I like
This routine way back
A lot of people may this routine
But evolved now
Yeah, the summer before last
Well, my name is Mike D, and I new name, and that new name is LARRY!
Well, my name is Adrock, and 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 DJ's name has stayed the same, his new name is BARRY!