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| | |  | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 21 | | | | Lyrics: | Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.)
a) 59 Chrystie Street
Agh agh...
n There's a girl over there...
Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yea
With long brown
nhair
Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yea
I took her to the place
I threw the
nmattress in her face
Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her
npants
You know that I saw
A wick wick wack
Aghh aghh ha...
n b) Get On the Mic
One two...
Right about now I'd like to deticate
nthis song
Out to my main homie Mike D.
Agh yea
Alright
Lets
nkick it
Ready... go
Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just
nget on the mic
Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The
nrhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they been missin' me and
nmissin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck that
nyo holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy and your Dick Butkus
One half science
nand the other half soul
Nick named Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in
nfrisco fool around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says
nno
So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
n Get on the mic Mike
Well Mike D. is a special individual
Pulling out knots
npulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos the cholos riding slow and low
n Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromy don't be so selfish
Get
non the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
At the feaver...
c) Stop That
nTrain
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing
nto lose and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried and I'm headed for the
nstation
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation this one's
Dedicated to the
nboofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
n And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing
nsmoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my
nhomeboy yo put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
And
nthe you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know
ntheir names
Party people going placed on the D-Train Stop that train, I wanna get
noff...
Check it...
Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be
npulling a train like your Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
nI caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the
nfloor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the
nstations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse
nfraternity
A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees I
ncreased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica
nQueens funkin
Elevated platform I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner
nwhere I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth with busted out
nrhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading
nEl Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to
nOrange Julius
I bought a hot dog from who George Drakoulias
d) Year And A
nDay
M.C. for what I AM and do
the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
n so as pray and hope and the message is sent
and I AM living in the dreams that I have
ndreamt
because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
me and Adam and D.
nwere born to M.C.
and my body and soul and mind are pure
not polluted or diluted
nor damaged beyond cure
just lyrics from I to you recited
arrested, bailed but
ncuffed and indicted
enter the arena as I take the center stage
the lights set
nlow and the night has come of age
take the microphone in hand as that I am a
nprofessional
speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
I am the one
nand I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
dwell in realms of now
nbut vidi those of the past
seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna
nlast
and you can bet your ass
I drop the L. when I'm skiing
I'm
nsmoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
can't
nstop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's
nrunning strong
broke my bindings the lion with wings
preaching his word in the
nB. Boy sing
I AM one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to
nreality
I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife
don't need no crazy
nlifestyle with stress and strife
but it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
n or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day
come what may
I'm fishing
nwith my boat and I'm fishing for trout
mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
nfishing for a line inside my brain
and looking out at the world through my window
npane
every day has many colors cuz the glass is stained
everything has changed
nbut remains the same
so once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as
nday
and I AM going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
feeling as though
nSomebody were testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
looking
nforward through all the ages is, was and always shall be
check the prophetic sections of
nthe pages
Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave
n Disco Dave...
e) Hello Brooklyn
Hello Brooklyn...
New
nYork New York it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
n Because they don't know my name only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for
nelected officials
I quit my job I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I
ndon't care
You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get
nsmacked with my gold finger knuckle
Cause being as fly as me is something you never
nthought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
nI'm a buffalo soldier broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care what they
nsay
I play my stereo loud I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of
nmy labor
Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then
nyou will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask
na question you will get your answer
Her breast I saw I reached I felt
M.O.N.E.Y.
nthe belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the
npermit
You know why
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle
ncaught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
nI shot a man in Brooklyn *just to watch him die*
Take P.C.P.
f)
nDropping Names
He thrusts his fists against the post
nand still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists
nhe sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
n He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
Well if your
nworld was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldn't get much color out
nof life now right
I'm nicknamed Shamrock but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on
nthe tip cause my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it Brian
If
nI said that I was weak man you know I'd be a lion
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue
nit
Yea explain to a musician them knew it, but them can't do
g) Lay It On
nMe
Agh, funky baby
Lay it on me now...
Not so hard man...
n Yo,
I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much
nboots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne
nWingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said
nNapoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me
nMike D Joe Blow the Lover Man well
Your face turns red as your glass of wine
nThat you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should
ndrop that bum
Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big round
nbutt of yours
I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a
nplatter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
And what it
Stuffin', stuffin'
nStuffin' buddy...
h) Mike On the Mic
Here's another one for ya'll
nto pee
It's called M.I.K.E. on the M.I.C.
C.
I met this girl last
nnight with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had
ntoo much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a
nhelicopter
I never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way
nthen they're going to finish me
You might know this but you've never been this see
n If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats shed fur
nRide around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
nIf you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I walk
nto
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud
nbecause you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out
nto it
i) A.W.O.L.
DJ Hurricane...
When Mike D's in the
nhouse, what you gonna do
I go A.W.O.L.
Adrock's in the house, what you gonna
ndo
I go A.W.O.L.
When MCA's in the house, what you gonna do
I go
nA.W.O.L.
When Hurricane's, what you gonna do
He goes A.W.O.L.
St.
nJames in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, what you gonna do
Got busy in
nthe house, what you gonna do
Dust Bros. in the house, what you gonna do
Warren
nG. in the house, what you gonna do
Lou Gains in the house, what you gonna do
nHollis crew, what you gonna do
John Mish in the house, what you gonna do
Killa
nCutty in the house, what you gonna do
Jannet J. in the house
Pat Bain's in the
nhouse
Richard Consen's in the house...
Good night Amsterdamn
Now I
nwant you all to break this down...
To all the girls, all the girls
You
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