"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?
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You know we got a party man, get the other record!"
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(Here we go..)
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".. (Let it go!) Just one more time!" -> from "Stix N Stonz"
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[Mike D]
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It's the M-I-K, E ohh to the D
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I'm comin exquisite and V.I.P.
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Tryin to spread some love like roots on a tree
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Stayin true to this vision in the Y2G
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[Dove]
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Two G's got em scratchin it like the fleas
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And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop
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[Ad Rock]
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Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me
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The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV
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[Pos]
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I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide
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We like four planets on the mic
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Aligned arrays retired all in the days
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Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames
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[Ad Rock]
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When I was nine, I played with slime
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Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
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I got a million like rhymes leavin ya stung
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I got my own crew called the nasal tongue!
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[Dove]
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Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin (okay)
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Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies
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Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
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Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
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(Disc jock!) It be some classic material kid
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(Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin their lid
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(Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack
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and buy plenty or more we got em by the stack
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(Disc jock!) Got us walkin all over the world
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for all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
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(Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin this
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[repeat 8X]
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Come on - SQUAT!
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[Pos]
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Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock
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[Ad Rock]
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Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!
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It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse
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Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass
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But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)
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You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher
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Get on the mic if you love all the creatures
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[Dove]
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Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin round my baracuda
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Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter
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Called em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep em level, and
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smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)
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Firm on the mic since my days of a child
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Got a "License +TOO+ Ill" to flash to police
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The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys
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Bringin "Noise" like P.E. to your TV
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[Pos]
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Aiyyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed
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Stripped to the rhyme!
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And every line made from scratch
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Attached like stripes to shell-toes
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Thin spools that hold the herb
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Mike what's the word? (WORD!)
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[Mike D]
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It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la
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Rhymin over old breaks like the Mardis Gras
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Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh
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And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La
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(Disc jock!) Get the people dancin for real
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(Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin mass appeal
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(Disc jock!) You can't get enough STILL
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so here's another dose for you to feel!
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Put ya body in it!
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[repeat 8X]
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Come on - SQUAT!
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[Mike D]
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I'm feelin good, damn good, but also confused
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This stuff from hip-hop that's bein misused
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It's desirin, acquirin, tryin to be like Iverson
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if it means backstabbin and also conspirin
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[all together]
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Nowwww, the people in the front - you do the bump bump
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The people in the back - they're not the whack whack
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The people in the middle - come on and wiggle wiggle
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And the people on the side - we can all take a ride!
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[Dove]
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In my VW I done swung an ep' or two
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The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that
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Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls
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Skiddin out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock
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[Ad Rock]
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Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper
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From the middle school like the educated rapper
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I'm known as an occupational MC
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You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!
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[Pos]
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Its the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)
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Reachin elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)
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Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages
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Seen (all over the globe) and all the types
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who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear
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(to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views
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from two crews spittin fo |