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Turn that shit off man, wrong with you man?
You know we got a party man, get the other
(Here we go)
(Let it go)
Just one more time, from 'Stix N

the M I K E, ohh, to the D
I'm comin' and V.I.P.
Tryin' to some love like roots on a tree
true to this vision in the Y2G

Two G's got 'em it like the fleas
And Ad Rock got it locked like a cop
Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all me
The guy ya bit ya style off the TV

I score all day
My essays are worldwide
We four planets on the mic
arrays retired all in the days
Game, too for these lames
(Baby, baby)

When I was nine, I played slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes
I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya
I got my own crew called the tongue

Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the
(Okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some
Spit gritty like we in voice box
Y'all and my ox don't fit the mix

(Disc jock)
It be some classic kid
(Disc jock)
Got the calm cats their lid
(Disc jock)
You get off the rack

And buy or more we got em by the stack
(Disc jock)
Got us walkin' all over the
For all the fly fellas and all the fly
(Disc jock)
You get enough when we servin' this

Come on Squat, come on
Come on Squat, come on
Come on Squat, on Squat
Come on Squat, come on

Now like to introduce to you, Ad Rock

Ad Rock in the you don't stop
It's the B E A S T I E B O Y S the most finesse
Don't mean to be crude, mean to be crass
But Guiliani you can kiss my ass
(What?)
You heard my word, now you play the preacher
Get on the mic if you love all the

Well yeah, I got these fishes 'round my baracuda
Back in '82 I used to a street scooter
Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you 'em level
And you with a shovel and break your lifestyle
(Oww)

on the mic since my days of a child
Got a 'License Too Ill' to flash to
The only beast I huddles with the Beastie
Bringin' 'Noise' like P.E. to TV

Aiyyo, this barefoot and knock-kneed
to the rhyme
And line made from scratch
like stripes to shell-toes
Thin spools hold the herb
Mike the word?
(Word)

It's the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la
Rhymin' over old like the Mardis Gras
Party people cross and bump go, ooh, and they, ahh
And Mike D and Ad Rock down the De La

(Disc jock)
Get the dancin for real
(Disc jock')
Theater holdin' mass
(Jock)

(Disc jock)
You can't get still
So here's another for you to feel
Put ya in it

on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, on Squat
Come on Squat, on Squat
Come on Squat, on Squat

I'm feelin' good, damn but also confused
This stuff from hip-hop that's bein'
desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson
If it means backstabbin' and also

Now, the in the front, you do the bump, bump
The in the back, they're not the whack, whack
The in the middle, come on and wiggle, wiggle
And the people on the side, we can all take a

In my VW I done an ep' or two
The rear in my y'all know I scratched that
Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the
out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock

Well, I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand
From the middle school the educated rapper
I'm known as an MC
You I lose sleep if you sleep on me?

It's the solid, pilot, here to fly
(Rock)
Reachin' too far for the eye
(Eye)
Miraculous over breaks in these packages
and all the types
(All the globe)

Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a for ya ear
(To out ya lobe)
And to a few views
two crews spittin' for the art of it
We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' of it

Started it since we minced meat
You Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog
Stay there, play there
('Cuz pay there)
In the big old Santa bag got discs and now we out

Signin' off, off, our work is done
So come on party
Have, have, fun
(Have, have)

(Let it go)
Just one more time, from N Stonz'