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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 Tom 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*

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 skeezed 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