Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
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Mic Check (Nas)
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Mic Check
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One (one) two (two) three (three)
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Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees
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It goes three (three) two (two) one (one)
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MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like
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Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
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With Beastie Boys we can turn it out
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Perpetrators we can point ‘em out
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So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out
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Yo, I been in the game since before you was born
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I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone
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Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow
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The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so
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On and on until the crack of dawn
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Until the year 3000 and beyond
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Stay up all night and I M.C
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and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep
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‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie,
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oogie oogie
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Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie
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Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83
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Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad
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Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag
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Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad
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All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs
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I have carte blanche, the vagabond
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Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund
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I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer
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You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer
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A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no
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You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
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I aint tryin’ to hear your racket
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You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket
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How many rappers must get dissed
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Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this
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I start to reminisce, when I miss
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The real hip hop with which I persist,
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like Rum in mojitos
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Bullets in banditos
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Matzah balls and soup
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Jackets and Troop
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Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books
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Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook
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One (one) two (two) three (three)
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Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees
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It goes three (three) two (two) one (one)
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MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like
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Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
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With Beastie Boys we can turn it out
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Perpetrators we can point ‘em out
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So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out
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Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain
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To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
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My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister
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So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer
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Too many rappers to shake a stick at
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I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap
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I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks
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Like Stax records
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My squad we gotta pack
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We never coming wack
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To all you crab rappers and hackers
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And circumventers
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*souped on* splendour (*probably wrong)
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I
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take the cake, I stole the mould
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The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold
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And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space?
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sniffin, muffin, huffin
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And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin
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Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin
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I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways
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Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day
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I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
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And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this
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By the way I have a strong fetish
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For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest
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But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas
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And that’s what’s on my mind,
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and the rhyme who’s next up?
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Mike D. The man of mystery
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History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’
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Titles, awards, and accolades
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Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades
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We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
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Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases
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Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars
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Go back in time, send a fax from my car
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One (one) two (two) three (three)
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Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees
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It goes three (three) two (two) one (one)
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MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like
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Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
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With Beastie Boys we can turn it out
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Perpetrators we can point ‘em out
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So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out
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Too Many Rappers (Feat. Nas)
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