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