Get On The Mic
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Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
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The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to
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People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
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Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
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You say fuck that I say fuck this
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The king Ad-Whammy has never been limp Dick Butkus
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One half science and the other half soul
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His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
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M.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in Fresno
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Got over on your girl cause you know she never says no
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Well Mike D. is a special individual
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Pulling out knots pulling in residuals
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Go to the movies get the Rolos the cholos riding slow and low
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Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
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Mike my stromy don't be so selfish
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Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
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Stop That Train
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It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
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I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
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Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
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D-Train ride Coney Island vacation
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Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
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They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
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Jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
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Riding between the cars pissing smoking
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Also finger popping
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Two bums fucking I seen them rocking
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Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
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Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
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You know you light up when the lights go down
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Read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
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Same faces every day but you don't know their names
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Party people going placed on the D-Train
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French trench coat wing tip going to work
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Pulling a train like Captain Kirk
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Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
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Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
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Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
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Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong doors
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Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
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Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
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$50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
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The neck tortoise the Lees creased
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Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
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Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
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Elevated platform never gonna conform
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Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
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Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
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Over the loud speaker about the hard times
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Sat across from a man readin El Diario
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Riding the train down from El Barrio
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Went from the station straight to Orange Julius
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Bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias
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Year And A Day
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M.C. for what I AM and do
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the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
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so as pray and hope and the message is sent
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and I AM living in the dreams that I have dreamt
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because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
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me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.
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and my body and soul and mind are pure
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not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
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just lyrics from I to you recited
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arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted
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enter the arena as I take center stage
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the lights set low and the night has come of age
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take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
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speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
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for I AM a bard but not the last one
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I'm my own king and this is my castle
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dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
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seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
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and you can bet your ass
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I drop the L. when I'm skiing
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I'm smoking and peaking
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I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
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can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
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can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong
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broke my bindings the lion with wings
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preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
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I AM one with myself as I turn to The
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I prefer the dreams to reality
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I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife
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don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
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but it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
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or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day
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come what may
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I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
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mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
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fishing for a line inside my brain
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and looking out at the world through my window pane
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every day has many colors cuz the glass is stained
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everything has changed but remains the same
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so once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
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and I AM going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
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feeling as though Somebody were testing me
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He who sees the end from the beginning of time
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looking forward through all the ages is, was and always shall be
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check the prophetic sections of the pages
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He goes by the name of Disco Dave
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Hello Brooklyn
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New York New York it's a hell of a town
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The Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
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They don't know my name they only know my initials
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Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
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I quit my job I cut my hair
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I cut my boss cause I don't care
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You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
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You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
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Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
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You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
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Like a buffalo soldier I'm broader than Broadway
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Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
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I play my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
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I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
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I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
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If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped
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I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
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If you ask a question you will get the answer
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Her breast I saw I reached I felt
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M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
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I stay at home just like a hermit
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I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
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Yes you got a boyfriend and indeed his name is Slick Nick
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that is why Annabelle you're caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
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I ride around town cause my ride is fly
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I shot a man in Brooklyn *just to watch him die*
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Dropping Names
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He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
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She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
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If your world was all black and if your world was all white
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Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
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Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus
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Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
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My name is not O'Houigheighi Norisit Brian
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If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'
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Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
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*If you explain to a musician he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it*
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Lay It On Me
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Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
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Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
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More updated on the hip-hop lingo
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My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
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Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
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You know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
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Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
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They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
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Your face turns red as your glass of wine
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You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
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Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
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Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
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With that big round butt of yours
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I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
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Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
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Mike On The Mic
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I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
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I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
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Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
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Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
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I never met a girl that was too finicky
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If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
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You might know this but you've never been this see
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If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D
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I shed light like cats shed fur
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Ride around town like Raymond Burr
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I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
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If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
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I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
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Keepin' my friends around so I have someone to talk to
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I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
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It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it
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