1. SURE SHOT (Large Professor Remix Clean)

'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Mike D, come and rock the sure shot

I've got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-Hoo
I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed, I'm not a divorcee (yeah)
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey

Well, it's the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3
If you want a doody rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique rhymin'
I keep it on and on, it's never quittin' time

Strictly handheld is the style I go
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man they call the Mario

You pull up at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew (yeah)

Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
You know you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Adrock, come and rock the sure shot

Hurra-, Hurra-
Cane will cross fade on your ass and bust your eardrums
Listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears
I'm fresh like Doug E. when I get my specs
And on the microphone I come correct

Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop
Well, top-notch is my stock on the soapbox
I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share (oohh, weee)

I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it
I gotta straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much (yeah) sick shit (yeah)
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes
I'll have to step back, I gotta contemplate

Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very
On, rock the microphone, and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard
Never quittin', so won't you listen

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, yes, indeed, it's fun time

Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

MCA, come and rock the sure shot

I want to say a little something that's long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the end

Well, you say I'm twenty-something and I should be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever and you could call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV (yeah)
I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD

Well, I'm that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I wanna so I'm gonna (yeah)
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quittin'
Think I'm-a change up my style just to fit in?

I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all the nations
Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication

'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Keep on and rockin' the sure shot

B-boys, b-girls...
Tick-tock, tick-tick...tock-tock


2. GET IT TOGETHER (Buck Wild Clean Remix)

1-2 1-2 keep it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it going on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you go up the river
Listen to the abstract that freaky nigger
I'm ad rock and i shock and i tick and i tock
And i can't stop with the body rock
See i've got heart like john starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And i'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m to the c to the a and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes i'm getting funky and i'm shooting all my jism
Like john holmes, the x-rated nigger
Listen to the shit 'cause i'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than this

Get it together, get it together
Phone is ringing, oh my god
Get it together
See what's happening

Ad rock down with the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is boney
Got to do it like this like chachi and joanie
Because she's the cheese and i'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the fuss
Becasue i ain't got no dust
Yea, you know i'm getting silly
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand royal prez and i'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of november
I do the patty duke in case you don't remember
Well, i freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, i'm long gone word is born
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I don't think i'm slick nor do i play like i'm hard
But i'm a drive the lane like i was evan bernhard
And i've working on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see what's happening

Get it together, get it together
Get it together
See what's happening

I go one two like my name was biz mark
But i had to do the shit just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let's kick the shit off 'cause yo, i'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
The moog with the funk for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes i like to mention
When it comes to boning i'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the phone and
My brain is roaming and i don't know where it's going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because i know that i'm freaking
Well, i'm a funky skull and i'm a scorpio
And when i get my flow i'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you on the mic for
Because i had to talk about the times that i rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, i'm like mace
Because i back them off with the quills
Nigger 'cause i tell you, nigger 'cause i'll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard
I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s from brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., your shit be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and i can't be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on your feet
I've got the timbos on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, i've got some shit
I've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever smoking crack
Never ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple now & laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me later
Fuck it 'cause i know i didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically i'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together ma bell
I'm like ma bell, i've got the ill communications


3. SHAKE YOUR RUMP

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio, stayin' up all night
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin'
I got a boat, to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg, I'm just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
Ooh-ooh is my disco call
MCA (hu-huh)
I'm gettin' rope, y'all

Routines I bust, and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose, man
I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes
You heard my style, I think you missed the point

It's the joint

Mike D (yeah), with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings
Well, I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach, 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 DJs, he'll put 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 my brain hotel
I might be freakin' or peakin', but I rock well
The Patty Duke, the Wrench, and then I bust the Tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got mango
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump-a

Shake your rump-a

A full clout, y'all, a full clout, y'all
And when the mic is in my mouth, I turn it out, y'all
A full clout

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
I'm like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone, driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Who-ha, got them all in check
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-a


4. PASS THE MIC

Goodness gracious!

If you can feel what I'm feeling, then it's a musical masterpiece
Hear what I'm dealin' with, then that's cool at least
What's runnin' through my mind comes through in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way that I talk
And this is me, y'all, I emcee, y'all
My name is MCA, and I still do what I please
And now I'd like to introduce (what's up?)
I'll pass the mic to D, for a fist full of truth

The name is D, y'all, and I don't play
And I can rock a block party (block party) 'til your hair turns grey
So, what you sayin'?
I explode on site and like Jimmie Walker I'm dynomite!
And now I'd like to pass the mic (uh-huh)
So Adrock, c'mon and do anything you like

I'm the A-D-R-O-C-K
In the place with the bass I'm goin' all the way
I can't stop, y'all, tock-tick, y'all
And if you think that you're slick, you'll catch a brick, y'all
'Cause I'ma turn it in and I'ma turn it out
But for now I've got to pass the mic to Yauch

Well, on and on and on and on
I can't stop, y'all, 'til the early morn'
So rock-rock, y'all, tick-tock, y'all
To the beat, y'all, c'mon and rock, y'all

I give thanks for inspiration, it guides my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say

Well, everybody rappin' like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So this is what I've got to say to you all
Be true to yourself and you will never fall
But now I'd like to pass the mic to the A
So what's your name, Yauch?
My name is MCA

I've been comin' to where I am from the get-go
Find that I can groove with the beat when I let go
So put your worries on hold
Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul
And now I'd like to pass the mic (to who?)
To my brother Adrock, come on and shine like a light

Yes-yes, y'all, and yes-yes, y'all
I'm always on time never the less, y'all
And that's right, y'all, I shed light, y'all
I've got no time in my life to get uptight, y'all
So what you gonna say that I don't know already?
I'm like Clyde and I'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun
So Mike D (that's me), c'mon and get some

M-I-K-E to the D
You come and see me and you pay a fee
Do what I do professionally
To tell the truth, I am exactly what I want to be
Now Adrock (huh) and MCA (yea)
Let's rock this joint in the old school way

Well, I'm on, on 'til the crack of dawn
Mowin' down emcees like I'm mowin' a lawn
I go off, off like nothin' can phase me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie?
One of these days, D
But I can stand my ground and I am down
To wax an emcee who acts like a clown
But for now, I'd like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd


5. HOLD IT NOW, HIT IT

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why don't you hook up that def jam right about now?

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time, it's time to buy ale
Peter eater, parking meter, all of the time
If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking, chicken eating, he dresses so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Dip down with Mike D and it ain't no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
It's my drum, it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme

Now I'm Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me 'cause I'm down with Mike D
I'm down with Mike D and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony O.E. and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well, I'm the King Adrock and he's MCA
Well, I'm cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, you got that juice
My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
Yo, that was real def man, try that again, man
I like that def stuff, boy

Hip-hop and body rockin', doin' the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D and I write my own snaps
I'm a peep show seeking on the forty-deuce
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money-hungry jerk
Everyday I drink O.E. and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knuckle-head, you're wet behind the ears
You like men and we like beer

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
Bust that choco-lotto
What, huh, yo, man, pass that over here, man, alright

King of the Ave with the def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
King cooling at the crib, watching my TV
Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr E-D
Pump it up, homeboy, just don't stop
Chef Boyardee cooling on the pot
I take no slack 'cause I got the knack
I'm never dusting out 'cause I tossed that crack
The King Adrock that is my name
You all drinking Moet and we got the champagne
A quarter dropping, going shopping, buying wigs
Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs

Hold it now, hit it
Hit it
Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy


6. SURE SHOT (Nardone Mix Clean)

(See lyrics on track 1)


7. THE SKILLS TO PAY THE BILLS

I've got the skills to pay the bills ya
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Ah what you got, I got the skills to pay the bills

I'm mike d and I'm bustin' out trap kits Haha
The time has come so I'm going to rap this yea
You Rip Van Winkle now you're gonna' wake up
MC's pick up a hobby that you're gonna' take up
Well on the stage I'm known to break fool huh
But when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule wohoo
Workin' on my game cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack shit
Up to the top, 'till the very last drop yea
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MC's I watch you getting around my... agh shit

The skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya'll

So it better pull through when it comes to me
Let it go down like it's supposed to be
Words together like birds in a flock
Ah yes rhymes on time like the hands on a clock
Well I'm an epileptic, a skept-a-cleptic check it
I'm cutting up the beats from the bear I clept it
I fucked around and then I lost my tooth ahaa
I'm telling everybody it's the goddamn truth
Like Dennis Coffey I'm a Scorpio Scorpio
Like my man Schneider, I'm a super ho super ho
Making mountains out of molehills and rockin' some mo' skills
Butt naked beats with butt naked fills

I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya'll

Hu-hu-hu-haa

A-wella' wella' wella' wella' welcome back
I don't sell bullets and I don't sell crack
Rub a little oil on my neck and back shit
Now listen baby doll we outta hit the sack
The original young aboriginal oohoo
Continued evolution of an individual well I'll tell ya
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It's 1992 and still no one to vote for
Well like my words is what I'm seeing through my own eyes
A little vision of the truth in a world of lies
When it comes to coming off I like to get my fill
Well I got the skills
I got the skills to pay the bills y'all
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
Uhh what you got Mike - my skills to pay the bills
Agh yea, I got the skills to pay the bills y'all

Wooo getta got gotta got gotta got some
We got the mad skills in 92 boy
Yea you know what I'm saying
Skills... to pay the bills
Skills y'all I got skills to pay the bills
Skills y'all Skills to pay the bills
What skills skills skills to pay the bills
Yeah yeah skills to pay the bills

What skills money money
What skills makin' ah money money
What skills makin' makin' makin' money
What skills makin' makin' money
What skills ya'll gotta' pay the bills
I got skills y'all to pay the bills
I got skills ya'll
I got I got a I got a I got a got the skills y'all..
My skills to pay the bills..
Mario C ya he's paid the bills
Mike D y'all you know I pay the bills
And AdRock yea let's pay the bills


8. BODHISATTVA VOW (Long Version Clean)

As I develop the awakening mind I praise the Buddha as they shine
I bow before you as I travel my path to join your ranks,
I make my full time task
For the sake of all beings I seek
The enlightened mind that I know I'll reap
Respect to Shantideva and all the others
Who brought down the Darma for sisters and brothers
I give thanks for this world as a place to learn
And for this human body that I'm glad to have earned
And my deepest thanks to all sentient beings
For without them there would be no place to learn what I'm seeing
There's nothing here that's not been said before
But I put it down now so I'll be sure
To solidify my own views and I'll be glad if it helps
Anyone else out too

If others disrespect me or give me flack
I'll stop and think before I react
Knowing that they're going through insecure stages
I'll take the opportunity to exercise patience
I'll see it as a chance to help the other person
Nip it in the bud before it can worsen
A change for me to be strong and sure
As I think on the Buddhas who have come before
As I praise and respect the good they've done
Knowing only love can conquer in every situation
We need other people in order to create
The circumstances for the learning that we're here to generate
Situations that bring up our deepest fears
So we can work to release them until they're cleared
Therefore, it only makes sense
To thank our enemies despite their intent

The Bodhisattva path is one of power and strength
A strength from within to go the length
Seeing others are as important as myself
I strive for a happiness of mental wealth
With the interconnectedness that we share as one
Every action that we take affects everyone
So in deciding for what a situation calls
There is a path for the good for all
I try to make my every action for that highest good
With the altruistic wish to achieve Buddhahood
So I pledge here before everyone who's listening
To try to make my every action for the good of all beings
For the rest of my lifetimes and even beyond
I vow to do my best to do no harm
And in times of doubt I can think on the Dharma
And the enlightened ones who've graduated Samsara


9. 33% GOD

Can you feel it "Can you feel it"
I say get up get up get up get up
Get up get up get up get up get up
Get down
I know-I know-I know
I know your going to dig this
It's the joint
Whooooo.. Who's car it that
Wait a minute..

Get down
Just like this

Is your name Michael Diamond
Wohoohaa.. yeah
G-G-G-Get down


10. ROOT DOWN

That's a record

Uhhhh...
Huh

Yeah, I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how you gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down

It's not a put down, I put my foot down
And then I makin' some love, I put my root down
I'm like "Sweetie Pie" by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for dropping science
'Cause I'm electric like Dick Hyman
I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhyming
Never let you down with the stereo sound
So, Mike, get on the mic and turn it out

We're talking root down, I put my boot down (boot down)
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down (loot down)
I said it's root down (root down), it's time to scoot down (scoot down)
I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down (goose down)
Come up representing from the Upper West
Money Making putting me to the test
Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed
Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest (yeah, Mike it, Mike it)

Well, I ain't coming out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys
Just strutting like The Meters with the "Look-ka Py Py"
Downtown Brooklyn is where I was born
But when the snow is fallin' then I am gone (oh weee)
You might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
So break it to the root when we kick it on down
Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna give him a pound (yeah)

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
'Cause how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down (yeah)

Well, Adrock (huh)
Don't stop, come on
Just get on the mic with the tick and the tock

Well, I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like Brim
I'm walking down your block and you say that's him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beatsie Boys, you know we come to get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say "Oh my god, that's the funky shit!"
So I'm-a pass the mic and cause a panic (yeah)
The original nasal kid is doing damage

Every morning I took the train to High Street Station
Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation
On the way back up, hearing battle tapes
Through the underground, underneath the skyscrapes (yeah)
It's like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe D vs. Busy Bee
There's one you should know (yeah)
Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due
MCA, grab the mic and Ma Bell will connect you

Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
If dancin' prays to the Lord then I will feel alright
I'm feelin' good to play a little music (music)
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it (love to do it)
And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone (yeah)
I'll take a little shout out to my dad and mom (yeah)
For bringing me into this world and so on

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna rock it?
Gonna rock it root down
Break it on down, gonna kick it root down

Yeah, that shit's on down

And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario
And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario
And that's a record, that's a record called the Mario

Awww, now that's a record, buddy


11. SURE SHOT (European B-Boy Mix Clean)

(See lyrics on track 1)


12. PAUL REVERE

How here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D.
Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land - kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself - without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy
His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi"

He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip
He said, "Can I get some?"
I said, "You can't get none!"
Had a chance to run
He pulled out his shotgun
He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said,

"Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear."
We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin

"Now I got the gun - you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if
You can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this - I did it like that
I did it with a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun
And right about now - it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock - that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne."
We rode for six hours the we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?"
I said, "I didn't." - but I know he did
The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money."
Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky
He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" - and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
"I'm Mike D. and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect"
M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out - the music stopped
His boy had beef - and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.


13. DO IT

Do it, oh, let's do it, ah, let's do it
Oh, let's do it, ah, let's do it, oh, let's do it
Ah, let's do it with a disco flip it

Like the black birds I'ma do it fluid
I'm buildin' rhymes of buildings like a stone age druid
Step up and get enlightened educatin' my mind
I play the tape forward it's not time to rewind

Step inside the mother f**ker and I get my flow on
[Incomprehensible] style so I got somethin' to grow on
Seasons change when there comes the time
Fall brings the winter and all back to springtime

Well, it's the king of rock and that's who I am
Listen all of you I'm not the son of Sam
'Cause I'm thin and I don't grin
But check it out people 'cause I loves to go and swim

Caught up on the phone fiber optic distraction
Information super highway got the brain contraction
I'm the kung fu master versus the sumo wrestler
Got the beats in Manhattan you can hear in Westchester

Well, my mother was born out in Coney Island
Raised on the L.E.S. Manhattan Island
My dad come out from Detroit and they had me
And back on through Ellis Island goes the family tree

Well, I'm a six point seven on the Richter scale
I've got rhymes galore and then I never fail
Like gravy to potatoes, Luke to Darth Vader
I'm a souped up sucker and I'll see you all later

Oh, do it, oh, let's do it, ah, let's do it, do it
Oh, let's do it, ah, let's do it, oh, let's do it, do it

You see me coming down the block with the funky cuts
You say, "Yeah Mike D" and I say "Mike D's nuts"
I've got attractions like I'm Elvis Costello
Adam Yauch grab the mic 'cause you know you're my mellow

Well, when I get it into the zone
I'm gonna take you to a place where I'm all alone
When I've got my shit and people's rhyme style's kicking
My brain is flowing honest like Abe Lincoln

'Cause I'm the f**kin' rhythm ace with the rhyme selection
Listen all y'all I rap with perfection
Because I got the mother f**kin' old school flavor
That you savor so watch your behavior

Taking other dimensions, levels higher
Why did Billy Joel say "We didn't start the fire"
Take you to another realm, another level
I've got the funky rhymes but I'm not the funky devil

I step from minute to minute, lifetime to lifetime
Step from stage to stage to see it all unwind
Slowly but surely I seek to find my mind
And every wall that I face is of my own design

Yeah, Glendale Boulevard, Boulevard
Glendale Boulevard is where I'm at
It's where I'm at, where I live
Check it, check it out, good behavior's like a sin
And we turn it out

Let's do it, let's do it
Break your mind, put your body and do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Break your mind, put your body and do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Break your mind, put your body and do it
Let's do it

We got the funk, we got the funk, we got the funk
We got the funk, we got the funk


14. FINGER LICKIN' GOOD

It's finger licken, finger licken good y'all
Finger licken, finger licken good y'all

So mike d what's up? yo yauch what's up?
Come on mike let's tear it up
Hear no evil see no evil talking no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard money mark you know he's not having it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that vince is ripping me off
I think it's his girdle that's tipping me off
Mike d's out back and he's growing onions
I've got bigger buns than my man paul bunyon's
I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm getting souped up
It's time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Setting my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with ernie ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet

Well mike d what got for me
Show these good people what it means to be d
Well they call me mike d with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and i can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked
I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man not a yes man
With a point to make you're bound to take a stand
'cause I'm pete the puma minnie the moocher
Got every type of flavor that will suit ya
You know the bass is real fat because it's gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin and a taste of the high hat

Yo yauch what's up? mike d what's up?
Come on yauch, let's tear it up
I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
Grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
'cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now i might chew but i don't bite
My ideas are mine when i begin to write
In my sleep i'll be thinking 'bout beats
And getting on the mic and busting some treats
And sporting the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What i'm lacking from the macking i can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl i hear talk fly
Down some papaya down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution
I can do the freak, the patty duke and the spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car and i'll sell all my stuff
I'm going back to new york city i do believe i've had enough


15. ALRIGHT HEAR THIS

(Chorus)
Alright hear this
Alright hear this

Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up
And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in
And then I turn it out, got the body rockin' sound
And then you know I'm gonna get down and
Eat a Scooby snack and take disco nap
Because I'm shopping at sears, 'cause I don't buy at the gap
Sending this one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
Trying to put what I feel into word and rhymes
I've got a feeling coming on, I've got to make some shit
A little something stupid, for the twisted and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right to left and I'm death defying

(Chorus)

I spin my fortune on a wheel like Sajak
Here's the payback keep going strong like since the way back
I try to be myself but I lose track
Cause the shit gets complicated now I've got to get back
As we learn to breed love for one another
In these times of melding cultures
I give respect for what's been borrowed and lent
I know this music comes down from African descent
Because I don't need a magic potion
Let me talk about back field in motion
My girls got cheeks for weeks and I'm happy
You know I'm a sneak like my old grand pappy
I gotta give thanks to my man Archie Shepp
For staying true to inspiration and I don't half step
So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
And I talk to the people like Les McCann

(Chorus)

I ask god for a rhyme or two
A little something for the wise as well as the fool
A little something to affect a little taste of change
For the together and the strong as well as the deranged
I'll do you right like bobby knight
And then I'm rapping on the mic to the Broadway light
Stomp my hands, I clap my feet and
I'm bugging off Yusef Lateef
I got a match to my ass and I'm a keep it lit
I need to get some cash, call my accountant Britt
I'm rushing around town taking care of my functions
Always got one more thing so forget about function
We create this world and the problems go on
Create our lives and the things that go wrong
So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen
To what it is you want and for what you're wishing

(Chorus)


16. SURE SHOT (LP Version Clean)

(See lyrics on track 1)


17. SO WHAT'CHA WANT (Soul Assassin Remix Version)

To Mario C, you just running on track

Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris
You know I get fly, you think I get high
You know that I'm gone and I'ma tell you all why

So tell me who are you dissin', maybe I'm missin'
The reason that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen
In my head I just want to take 'em down
Imagination set loose, and I'm gonna shake 'em down

Let it flow like a mud slide
When I get on, I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex, y'all

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
You're so funny with my money that you flaunt (you flaunt)
I said where'd you get your information from, huh?
You think that you can front when revelation comes?

Yeah, you can't front on that

Well, they call me Mike D, the ever-loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee, well, I'm the Metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar

But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip top
Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall
Well, I'll be calling out you people like a casting call

Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know with your flow when you're out getting by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet

Well, I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind, that's right
I said I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind

Yeah, you can't front on that

But little do you know about something that I talk about
I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walk about
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all
I want you off the wall if you're playing the wall
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long, leaner, Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena

Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause
But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leach

Yeah, you can't front on that

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)


18. FLUTE LOOP

So, just sit back and max and relax
Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up
’Causel get funky like diaper rash
And you know I’m mad spunky and I’m making cash
I’ve got sex rhymes like victoria’s got secrets
To all you porne peepers who are trying to peep this
I’m like al goldstein, I’m all about screwing
Lead my team to sixty wins like my man pat ewing
Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of a.k.
Like a sound that to the depths of the soul
Well that’s the feeling that I make my goal

A little wine with my dinner so I’m in the grape ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape
Because I get ill when I’m on the pause button
And I get my fill and you can’t say nothing
More soul on this train then don cornelious
Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction
Perlman’s got beats and it ain’t no secret
Dante found his sh*t but you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in s.d. 50 ’till early morning.


19. SHADRACH

Riddle me this, my 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
Not how you play the game, but 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
Well, who shall inherit the earth?
The meek shall
And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al
And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
We're just three emcees, and we're on the go
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Only 24 hours in a day
Only 12 notes, well, a man can play
Music for all, for not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers than a plumber got pliers
Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers
Well, if not for my vices and my bugged out desires
My year would be good, just like Goodyear's tires
'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business and pleasure way too much
You know, 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), yo, that's weak
Get even like Steven, like pulling a Rambo
Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, you know

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Stealing from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor, and I always give thanks
Because I've got more stories that JD's got Salinger
I hold the title, and you are the challenger
I've got money like Charles Dickens
I've got the girlies in the coup, like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I 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

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Well, my noggin' is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
And Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin', of course
Well, smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky-dope musicians
Just like 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 (say what?) the popcorn
Sipping on wine and macking
Rocking on the stage with all the hands clapping
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Holmes
Being very proud to be an emcee
And then the man upstairs, well, 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
Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do, hell, no
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego


20. GET IT TOGETHER

(See lyrics on track 2)