Putting song together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee
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Sending this out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee
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Let me
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duce myself on this cut
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I'm Ad Rock, I'm lit like a motherfuck
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Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
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I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill
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'Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny
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Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money
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Got clientele, you know i rock well
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And then you're on my dick because i'm D.F.L.
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Yeah, Mike 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
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I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working at it
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I get my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason
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Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station
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Penn Station up on 8th Ave.
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Listen all y'all you get the ball bath
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He's got the savior faire because he's debonair
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Mike D with the vinyl with the grooves so rare
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And the rhymes that we're are doo doo
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Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique
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Been learning from the elders now it's time to speak
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Oh that shit sounds nice
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Mike D come on and get it on y'all
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Talking shit about a mile a minute
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Put the wax on the table and let the D.J. spin it
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Excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon
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I'm gonna see the Knicks at Madison Square Garden
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And like the Knicks I got game like i worked at Hasbro
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On the mic I Bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
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The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo
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You can't sleep 'cause you're little Cindy Loo Hoo
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Down with the hurra since the raising hell tour
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Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more
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Cyndy what I didn't catch the last one
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That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one
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Well I'm not known for my speed raps
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So grab the microphone and cut out the claps
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Ah yea, I like that shit is kind of rough
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I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up
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I might seem out there, a little deranged
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I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
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Well I'm the ladies' choice like I Was J.J. Evans
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Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens
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I'm talking P.G.A. Pro Tour 2
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I'm Doctor Beppers in my t.v., In my golfing shoes
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Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
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Then you throw me off the green because I'm strictly hip-hop
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I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off
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I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm Audi- so check me
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I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green
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I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things
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I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro
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I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
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Yea, the b-boys makin' with the freak freak
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Mario's nagging nonni's about the Pesto Pizza
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And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha
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B-Boys Makin` With The Freak Freak
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| Beastie Boys |
