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And on the cool in
Center on the mic
And puttin' it on wax
the new style

Four and and two and one (What up!)
And I'm on the mic
the run (Word!)
Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you
And I got juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised on my dick

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up D.
Ah yeah, me
I got franks and and beans
Always bust the new
I get it, I got it, I know it's
The I write, you wish you would

I'm never in training, my is not straining
always biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the room during classes
Went into your locker and I your glasses
from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me your girlfriend is cattin'

There it is, it!

Father to many, married to
And in case you're I carry a gun
Stepped into the party, the place was over
Saw the kid that dissed my boy and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper 'cause my is tapped
You better your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got in the bank, I can still get high
why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had so I shot him in the head
If I played I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's I like are (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I
I'll steal your honey like I stole bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making green
got the girlie's numbers from the places I been

There it is, it!

You want to know why, I'm
October 31st, that is my of birth
I got to the party and you know what I did the
all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm most
We rag-tag girlies back at the
And then we all switch places I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
K-I-N-G-A-D
All the fly ladies are on my
to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six in my Lincoln Continental
I met a at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her
Spent some bank, I got a powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I Colombo

Let me clear my
it over here baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies,
Feel the beat

on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two on my person
Got my hand in my and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some got bass
We got the kind of voices are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, like the to the bun
Like the to the apple, to the peach to the plum
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the Adrock
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the party on the forty
Walking the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie fly the biggest heads