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To All the
Girls
Shake Your
Rump
Johnny Ryall
Eggman
High Plains
Drifter
Sounds of
Science
3-Minute Rule
Hey Ladies
5-Piece Chicken Dinner
Looking
Down the Barrel of a Gun
Car Thief
What Comes
Around
Shadrach
Ask for Janice
B-Boy Bouillabaisse
Now Randy listen
I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
I beat a biter
down with an aluminum bat
a lot of people
they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
In the right
car at the right price in mint condition
they'll be staring
at the radio staying up all night
so like a pimp
I'm pimpin'
I got a boat
to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong
with my leg just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested
at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA's
got a beard like a billy goat
oowah oowah
is my disco call
MCA hu-huh I'm
gettin' rope y'all
Routines I bust
rhymes I write
And I'll be
busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating
burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
I'm on time
and that's how it goes
You heard my
style I think you missed the point
that's the joint
Mike D with
your bad self running things
What's up with
your bad breath onion rings
I'm Nike D and
I'm back from the dead
Chillin' with
Pig Pen down at Club Med
Make another
record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they
be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you
got clout
Other DJ's he'll
take your head out
A puppet on
a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing
I'm
In a lava lamp
inside the brain hotel
I might be peakin'
or freakin' I'm known to rock well
The Patty Duke
the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes
than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
I got the peg
leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rump
Never been dumped
'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped
'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah we've got
beef chief
We're knocking
out teeth chief
And if you don't
believe us you should question your belief Keith
Like Sam the
butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone
driving around with bald feet
Should I have
another sip no skip it
In the back
of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope
dookies all around the neck
*Whoo ha yo
garcon the cheque*
Running from
the law the press and the parents
*Is your name
Michael Diamond?*
No mine's Clarence
From downtown
Manhattan the village
My style is
wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping
and you're doing the bump
Shake your rump
Johnny Ryall
is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty
cents to buy some soup
He knows the
time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more
over than the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows
on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't
gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Living on borrowed
time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on
the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down
food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly
past of which nobody knows
Makes his home
all over the place
He goes to sleep
by falling down on his face
Sometimes known
as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk
and he's always phoneless
Sleepin' on
the street in a cardboard box
He's better
off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks
Johnny Ryall
He drinks where
he lies
He's covered
with flies
He's got the
hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes
Go upstate and
get your head together
Thunderbird
is the word and you're light as a feather
Detox at the
flop house no booze allowed
Remember the
good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where
he's from
He lives in
the street but he's no bum
A rockabilly
star from the days of old
He used to have
teeth all filled with gold
A platinum voice
but only gold records
On the bass
was boots on the drums was checkers
Luis Vuitton
with the Gucci guitar
Johnny Ryall
*Who do you
think you are*
Johnny Ryall
Donald Trump
Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
Wonder Bread
bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for
a dollar you know what it's for
Bottle after
bottle he'll always need more
He's no less
important than you working class stiffs
Drinks a lot
of liquor but he don't drink piss
Paid his dues
playing the blues
He claims that
he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
Elvis shaved
his head when he went into the army
*That's right
y'all his name is*
Johnny
Johnny Ryall
I looked out
the window and seen his bald head
I ran to the
fridge and pulled out an egg
Scoped him with
my scopes he had no hair
Launched that
shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible
driving by
Loaded up the
slingshot and let one fly
He went for
his to find he didn't have one
Put him in check
correct with my egg gun
The egg a symbol
of life
Go inside your
house and bust out your wife
Pulled out the
jammy he thought it was a joke
The trigger
I pulled his face the yoke
Reached in his
pocket took all his cash
Left my man
standing with an egg moustache
Suckers they
come a dime a dozen
And when I say
dozen you know what I'm talking about
Humpty Dumpty
was a big fat egg
He was playing
the wall and then he broke his leg
Tossed it out
the window three minutes hot
Hit the Rastaman
he said *bloodclot*
Which came first
the chicken or the egg
I egged the
chicken then I ate his leg
Riding the trains
in between cars
When I pull
out the station *you're gonna get yours*
Drive by eggings
plaguing L.A.
*Yo they just
got my little cousin ese*
Sometimes hard
boiled sometimes runny
It comes from
a chicken not a bunny dummy
People laugh
it's no joke
My name's Yauch
and I'm throwing the yoke
*Now they got
me in a cell* but I don't care
It was then
that I caught catching people out there
We all dressed
in black we snuck up around the back
We began to
attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back
Sam I am down
with the program
Green eggs and
ham Yosemite Sam
Come Halloween
you know I come strapped
I throw it at
a sucker K-pap
You made the
mistake you judge a man by his race
You go through
life with egg on your face
You woke up
in the morning with a peculiar feeling
You looked up
and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
Families puck
rocks the businessman
I'll dog anybody
with an egg in my hand
Not like the
crack that you put in a pipe
But crack on
your forehead here's a towel now wipe
They can't catch
me never gonna find me
They're never
gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter
Pulled over
to the river to take a rest
Pulled out a
pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing
across the country listening to my 8 track
Reached behind
the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack
Long distance
from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular
She said that
she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
Check my rear
view mirror check the gold tooth display
Check the odometer
and I was on my way
Cause I'm a
high plains drifter the best that you can get
A strapped shoplifter
a pirate on cassette
Bust a Travis
Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
Don't step to
me or you're gonna get mushed
Doing 120 plowing
over mail boxes
Radar detector
to tell me where the cops is
Spend another
night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars
extra get the porno flicks
Concoct a black
and tan in my brandy snifter
I'm a kleptomaniac
K-Mart shoplifter
Cash flow getting
low so I had to pull a job
I found a nice
place to visit but a better place to rob
Left the car
outside with the engine still revvin'
Time to get
busy at 7-Eleven
Went inside
to make my withdrawal
I would've took
what he had had had I had to take it all
Knucklehead
deli tried to gyp me on the price
So I clocked
him off the turban with the bag of ice
Mellow like
Jell-O cool like lemonade
Made my getaway
and I thought that I had it made
I feel like
Steve McQueen a former movie star
Look in my rearview
mirror seen a police car
Ballantine quarts
with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help
but notice I was caught in a speed trap
Dirty Mary Crazy
Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash
in the dash but my gun I did carry
I'm seeing blue
and red flashing deep in the night
I got my alibi
straight and I pulled over to the right
Cop knocked
on my window and said Boy where's the fire
you've got a
mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
*Outta the car
longhair* your goose is cooked
Read me my rights
fingerprinted and booked
Makin' like
a D.T. driving a Gran Fury
Wherever I hang
my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry
Every dog will
have its day and mine will be in front of a jury
I'm the High
Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry
Read me my rights
as if I didn't know this
Threw me in
the tank with the drunk called Otis
With his five
o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer
My man turned
to me and said why are you here?
I said I'm charming
and dashing I'm rental car bashing
Phony paper
passing at Nix Check Cashing
Went before
the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
He said you
behave son or we'll throw away the key
Harry Houdini'd
out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee
Took the bailiff's
wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
I had a good
feeling easy come easy go
I bet on one
horse to win and your mother to show
And sure enough
that nag came in
Brought my ticket
to the window and collected my win
Broke into my
new car with a wire coat hanger
Hot wired hot
wheeled and *Suzy is a headbanger*
Now here we go
dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping
around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover
Expanding the
horizons and expanding the parameters
Expanding the
rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs
Naugels, Isaac
Newton Scientific E.Z.
Ben Franklin
with the kite getting over with the key
Rock shocking
the mic as many times times the times tables
Rock well to
tell dispel all of the old fables
I've been dropping
the new science and kicking the new knowledge
An M.C. to a
degree that you can't get in college
The dregs of
the earth and the eggs that I eat
I've got pegs
through my hands and one through my feet
Shea Stadium
the radium E M D squared
Got kicked out
of the Palladium you think that I cared
It's the sound
of science
Public service
announcement time and money for girls covered with honey
You lie and
aspire to be as cunning
Reeling and
rockin' and rollin' B size D cup
Order the quarter
deluxe why don't you wake up
My mind is kinda
flowin like an oil projector
Had to get up
to get the Jimmy protector
Went berserk
and worked and exploded
She woke up
in the morning and her face was coated
Buddy you study
the man on the mic
D. do what you
like
Drunk a skunk
am I from the celebration
To peep that
freak unique penetration
I figured out
who makes the crack
It's the suckers
with the badges and the blue jackets
A professor
of science cause I keep droppin' it
I smell weak
cause you keep poppin' it
People always
asking what's the phenomenon
Yo what's up
know what's going on
No one really
knows what I'm talking about
Yeah that's
right my name's Yauch
Ponce De Leon
constantly on
The fountain
of youth not Robotron
Peace is a word
I've heard before
So move and
move and move upon the dance floor
I'm gonna die
gonna die one day
Cause I'm goin
and goin and goin this way
Not like a roach
or a piece of toast
I'm going out
first class not going out coach
Rock my Adidas
never rock Fila
*I do not sniff
the coke I only smoke sinsemilla*
With my nose
I knows and with my scopes I scope
What I live
I write and that is strictly rope
I've got science
for any occasion
Postulating
theorems formulating equations
Cheech wizard
in a snow blizzard
Eating chicken
gizzards with a girl named Lizzy
Dropping science
like when Galileo dropped his orange
Stay up all night
go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep
alone because Jimmy's the magnet
I'm so rope
they call me Mr. Roper
When the troubles
arise I'm the cool coper
On the mic I
score just like the Yankees
Get over on
Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee
Excuse me young
lady I don't mean to trouble ya
But you're looking
mighty fine inside your B.M.W.
I got lucky
I brought home a kitten
Before I got
busy I schlepped on my mitten
Can't get better
odds cause I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary keeps
on turning rolling like a Ring Ding
Jump the turnstile
never pay the tool
Doo wa diddy
bust with the pre-roll
Customs jail
me over an herb seed
Don't rat on
your boy over some rat weed
Not perfect
grammar always perfect timing
The Mike stands
for money and the D. is for diamonds
Out of your
back door and into another
Your boyfriend
doesn't know about me and your mother
Roses are red
the sky is blue
I got my barrel
at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two
wheels and me the wind in my eyes
The engine is
the music and my nine's by my side
Cause you know
why a you see H.
I'm takin' all
M.C.'s out of the place
Takin' life
as it comes no fool am I
I'm goin' off
gettin' paid and I don't ask why
Playin' beats
on my box makin' music for the many
Know alota funky
girls who like to do their thing
A lot of parents
like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin'
like Bob Dylan
I smoke cheeba
it helps me with my brain
I might be a
little dusted but I'm not insane
People come
up to me and they try to talk shit man
I've been making
records since you were sucking on your mother's limp dick
Girl you're
walking tall now with your fancy clothes
You got fancy
things going up your nose
You get fancy
gifts from expensive men
You're a dog
on a leash like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection
getting girl's affection
If your life
needs correction don't follow my direction
You got your
8 by 10 your agent your Harley
You be driving
around Hollywood yes sorry charlie
Cause I'm running
things like some Mack motherfucker
Your only claim
to fame is you're a false fake sucker
You slip you
slack you clock me you lack
While I'm reading
on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
My veins are
like vines
Filled with
red wine
Poetry in motion
coconut lotion
I had to diss
the girl because she got too emotional
Are you experienced
little girl
I want to know
what goes on in your little girl world
Give time for
your mind it's hard to forget me
I'll take your
pride for a ride if you let me
So peace out
now, and keep peacing out
Full throttle
to the bottle and full full clout
And I'm out
Hey ladies in
the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never
was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more
to me than you'll ever know
And I've got
more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Ton Thumb Tom
Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on
T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing
out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always
out looking for a female companion
I threw the
lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her
moccasins and put on my bib
I'm wheelin'
and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
I'll bring you
back to the place and your dress I'm peeling
Your body's
on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the
cracks up there upon the ceiling
Some such nonsense
is the bass that I'm throwing
Talking to a
girl telling her I'm all knowing
She's talking
to the kid to the who
I'm telling
here every lie that you know that I never did
Me in the corner
with a good looking daughter
I dropped my
drawers and it was welcome back Kotter
We were cutting
up the rug she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment
I begged her please stop it
The gift of
gab is the gift that I have
And that girl
ain't nothing but the blue plate crab
Special at Woodman's
in Essex Mass
Educated no
stupid yes
And when I say
stupid I mean stupid fresh
I'm not James
at 15 or Chachi in charge
I'm Adam and
I'm adamant about living large
With the white
sassoons and the looks that kill
Makin' love
in the back of my Coupe De Ville
I met a little
cutie she was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the
little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
Cause I don't
kinda go for that messin' around
You be listening
to my records' a number one sound
Step to the
rhythm step step to the ride
I've got an
open mind so why don't you all get inside
Tune in tune
on to my tune that's live
Ladies flock
like fish to my line
She's got a gold
tooth you know she's hardcore
She'll show
you a good time then she'll show you the door
Break up with
your girl it ended in tears
Vincent Van
Gogh and mail that ear
I call her in
the middle of the night when I'm drinking
The phone booth
on the corner is damp and it's stinking
She said come
on over it was me that she missed
I threw that
trash can through her window cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady
left you and you went girls (x3) insane
You blew yourself
up in the back of the 6 train
Take my advice
at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak
Sucking down
pints till I didn't know
Woke up in the
morning at the Won Ton Ho
Cause I announce
I like girls that bounce
With the weight
that pays about a pound per ounce
Girls with curls
and big long locks
And beatnik
chicks just wearing their smocks
Walking high
and mighty like she's #1 and
*She thinks
she's the passionate one*
Looking Down
The Barrel Of A Gun
Rolling down
the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion
in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get
stabbed I watched the blood spill out
He had more
cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age
22 is my gauge
Writing rhymes
on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission
a stolen car mission
Had a little
problem with the transmission
3 on the tree
in the middle of the night
I have this
steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in
phases take the good with the bad
You bought those
coins on the street and you got had
It's all high
spirit you know you gotta hear it
Don't touch
the mic baby don't come near it
It's gonna get
you it's gonna get you
It's gonna get
you girl it's gonna get you
Looking down
the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun
son of a bitch
Getting paid
getting rich
Ultra violence
running through my head
Fuzzy navel
y'all making me see red
Rapid fire Louie
like Rambo got bullets
I'm a gonna
die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond
I love girlies
waxing and milking
Got more excuses
than my man Dave Scilkin
Predetermined
destiny is who I am
You got your
finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am
Like Clockwork
Orange going off on the town
I've got posse
bonanza to beat your ass down
I'm mad at my
desk and I'm writing all curse words
Expressing my
aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless
chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
Looking for
a fist to put your face in
Get hip don't
slip knuckle heads
Racism is schism
on the serious tip
Some static started
in the pool hall
In a motherfucker's
face with the cue ball
Then I met this
girl she tried to gank me
So I smacked
her in the pocket with M.C. Plank Bee
Me and my crew
out breaking windows
The bingo the
lotto you know I'll never win those
Possession is
half the law
I had my routines
before all y'all
Your whole life
is coming apart at the seams
You ain't nothing
but a car thief biting routines
I'm a city slicker
I ain't no townie
Right now I
wish I had another hash brownie
Like Ricky always
said you've got to toke and pass
Or Mookie's
gonna kick your fuckin' ass
You try to take
what isn't yours like a God damn rat
*See personally
I wouldn't want to go out like that*
I'm a writer
a poet a genius I know it
I don't buy
cheeba I grow it
*I'm a farmer*
people always trying to get next to me
But I'm down
with Jalil Donkey and Ecstasy
Smoked up a
bag of elephant tranquilizer
Because I had
to deal with a money hungry miser
Had a caine
filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
Saw my teeth
fall in the sink when I started to brush
You be doing
nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror
My girl asked
for some but I pretended not to hear her
You can't deny
me you always want to try me
You're just
gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw
in the towel
Your girl got
dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather
of Soul is in the belly of the beast
For smoking
that dust at St. Anthony's Feast
Sometimes you've
got to let someone trip on their own shoelace before you tell them to tie
their shoe
All the wife
beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the
White House pulling their peters
Buy me cheeba
from the cop down the street
The only cop
with a rope chain walking the beat
Like a sneaky
pouch time bomb tickin'
Like the beat
to my rhyme just kickin'
Space cake cookies
I discover who I am
I'm a dusted
old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
Five-O caught
me now I'm going to the mountains
Said good-bye
to my girl my lawyers and accountants
My mind is kinda
rhymin and I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin
all the rhymes and I'll have another drink
So the lights
are flashing my mind is spinning
I feel like
it is always the beginning
Of another rhyme
I'm rapping M.C.'ing I rock
You ain't nothing
but a car thief who must be stopped
Soft overripe
fresh squeezed California females
With 3-inch
cherry red press-on Lee nails
Reach into my
mind for the rhymes I'm seeking
Like a garbage
bag full overflowing now it's leaking
Rapunzel Rapunzel
let down your hair
So I can climb
up and get into your underwear
Rat soup eating
test cheating no business punk
You're insecure
born in the junkyard with the junk
You've gone
wet look crazy and messed with your head
You fucked around
and wound up with the bald skin head
You're all mixed
up like pasta primavera
Why'd you throw
that chair at Geraldo Rivera
Cause one man's
ceiling is another man's floor
So get that
money out of your ass you whore
I brought her
upstairs onto the roof
I dogged your
wife and she is a doofus
Clean B cleaning
the G spot you know that we've got
Dolemite's house
and you have not
Look out my
window look over the city
With two black
eyes your girl ain't that pretty
Why you wanna
beat that brat with a bat
Why you wanna
beat your girl like that
Living in the
rat race smoking rat weed
You reap what
you sow when you plant the seed
Bum cheese on
rye with ham and prosciutto
Got more Louie
than Phil Rizzuto
Riddle me this
brother can you handle it
Your style to
my style you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry
and the balance is right
Smokin' and
drinkin' on a Tuesday night
It's not how
you play the game it's how you win it
I cheat and
steal and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about
to rock we salute you
The dirty thoughts
for dirty minds we contribute to
I once was lost
but now I'm found
The music washes
over and you're one with the sound
Who shall inherit
the earth the meek shall
I think I'm
starting to peak now Al
From S.S. Decontrol
and the man upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny
for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
We're just 3
M.C.'s and we're on the go
SHADRACH MESACH
ABEDNAGO
Only 24 hours
in a day
Only 12 notes
a man can play
Music for all
and not just one people
And now we're
gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas
sneakers that a plumber got pliers
Got more suites
that Jacoby & Meyers
If not for my
vices my bugged out desires
My year would
be good just like Goodyear's tires
So I'm out pickin'
pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants
to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business
with pleasure way too much
I mean wine
and women and song and such
I don't get
blue I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay
the band your friends and that's weak
Get even like
Steven like pulling a Rambo
SHADRACH MESACH
ABEDNAGO
Steal from the
rich and I'm out robbing banks
Give to the
poor and I always give thanks
Got more stories
that J.D. Salinger
I hold the title
and you are the challenger
I've got money
like Charles Dickens
Got the girlies
in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens
Always go out
dapper like Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than
Mad's Alfred E. Newman
*Never gonna
let them say that I don't love you*
My noggin is
hoggin all kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin
is Yauch and he's rockin of course
Smoke the holy
chalice got my own religion
Rally round
the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Jerry Lee Swaggert
or Jerry Lee Falwell
You love Mario
Andretti cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle
of reality since the day you were born
And we love
the hot butter on what the popcorn
Sippin on wine
and mackin
Rockin on the
stage with all the hands clappin
Ride the wave
of fate it don't ride me
*Being very
proud to be an M.C.*
And the man
upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny
for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers
under my rear hood
The bass is
bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance
They tell us
what to do hell no
SHADRACH MESACH
ABEDNAGO
Get on the mic
Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are
rope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that
they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic
and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck
that I say fuck this
The king Ad-Whammy
has never been limp Dick Butkus
One half science
and the other half soul
His name's Mike
D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
M.C. Busy Le
Disco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on
your girl cause you know she never says no
Well Mike D.
is a special individual
Pulling out
knots pulling in residuals
Go to the movies
get the Rolos the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the
mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromy
don't be so selfish
Get on the mic
cause you know you eat shellfish
It's 4:00 a.m.
I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing
to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed
and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride
Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to
the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking
out windows high on cocaine
Jump the turnstyle
I lost my last token
Riding between
the cars pissing smoking
Also finger
popping
Two bums fucking
I seen them rocking
Head for the
last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told
my homeboy put that crack out
You know you
light up when the lights go down
Read the New
York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every
day but you don't know their names
Party people
going placed on the D-Train
French trench
coat wing tip going to work
Pulling a train
like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket
gangsters paying their debts
Caught a bullet
in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and
underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes
spandex caught in the ding dong doors
Stuck between
the stations it seems like an eternity
Sweating like
sardines in a flophouse fraternity
$50.00 fine
for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise
the Lees creased
Hot cup of coffee
and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night
and Jamaica Queens funkin
Elevated platform
never gonna conform
Riding over
the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the
conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud
speaker about the hard times
Sat across from
a man readin El Diario
Riding the train
down from El Barrio
Went from the
station straight to Orange Julius
Bought a hot
dog from my man George Drakoulias
M.C. for what
I AM and do
the A is for
Adam and the lyrics; true
so as pray and
hope and the message is sent
and I AM living
in the dreams that I have dreamt
because I'm
down with the three the unstoppable three
me and Adam
and D. were born to M.C.
and my body
and soul and mind are pure
not polluted
or diluted or damaged beyond cure
just lyrics
from I to you recited
arrested, bailed
but cuffed and indicted
enter the arena
as I take center stage
the lights set
low and the night has come of age
take the microphone
in hand as that I am a professional
speak my knowledge
to the crowd and the ed. is special
for I AM a bard
but not the last one
I'm my own king
and this is my castle
dwell in realms
of now but vidi those of the past
seen a glimpse
from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
and you can
bet your ass
I drop the L.
when I'm skiing
I'm smoking
and peaking
I put the skis
on the roof almost every single weekend
can't stop the
mindfuck when it's rolling along
can't stop the
smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong
broke my bindings
the lion with wings
preaching his
word in the B. Boy sing
I AM one with
myself as I turn to The
I prefer the
dreams to reality
I prefer my
life don't need no other man's wife
don't need no
crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
but it's good
to have turn to be a king for a day
or for a week
or for a year or for a year in a day
come what may
I'm fishing with
my boat and I'm fishing for trout
mix the Bass
Ale with the Guiness Stout
fishing for
a line inside my brain
and looking
out at the world through my window pane
every day has
many colors cuz the glass is stained
everything has
changed but remains the same
so once again
the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
and I AM going
to the limits of my ultimate destiny
feeling as though
Somebody were testing me
He who sees
the end from the beginning of time
looking forward
through all the ages is, was and always shall be
check the prophetic
sections of the pages
He goes by the name of Disco Dave
New York New
York it's a hell of a town
The Bronx is
up and I'm Brooklyn down
They don't know
my name they only know my initials
Building bombs
in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job
I cut my hair
I cut my boss
cause I don't care
You tried to
get slick you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna
get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
Cause being
as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking
up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
Like a buffalo
soldier I'm broader than Broadway
Keep keepin'
on I don't care what they say
I play my stereo
loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy
the fruits of my labor
I am the holder
of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open
the book then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper
of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a
question you will get the answer
Her breast I
saw I reached I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the
belt
I stay at home
just like a hermit
I got the jammy
but I don't got the permit
Yes you got
a boyfriend and indeed his name is Slick Nick
that is why
Annabelle you're caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
I ride around
town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man
in Brooklyn *just to watch him die*
He thrusts his
fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin
through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
If your world
was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldn't
get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock
my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the
tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not
O'Houigheighi Norisit Brian
If I said that
I was weak you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try
to bite they try to pursue it
*If you explain
to a musician he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it*
Lay It On
Me
Chinese eyes
and Chinese suits
Smokin' much
Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated
on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite
New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at
a party and I gave her my card
You know that
it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out
the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me
Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns
red as your glass of wine
You spilled
on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should
be with me you should drop that bum
Cause I got
more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big
round butt of yours
I'd like to
butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on
a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
I met this girl
last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait
and then she took the tackle
Had too much
to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room
is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met
a girl that was too finicky
If the press
has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know
this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach
then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light
like cats shed fur
Ride around
town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high
that they call me Your Highness
If you don't
know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the
Village wherever I go I walk to
Keepin' my friends
around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music
loud because you know it's got clout to it