I kick it root downI put my root down

You’re coming off like you’re Van DammeYou’ve got Kenny G, in your Trans AmYou’ve got names like Billy RayNow you sing Hip Hop HoorayPut your Dakleys and your stone wash onWatching MTV and you mosh on#1 on the side and don’t touch the back#6 on the top and don’t cut it wack, Jack

You’re coming off like you’re Van DammeYou’ve got Kenny G, in your Trans AmYou’ve got names like Billy RayNow you sing Hip Hop HoorayPut your Dakleys and your stone wash onWatching MTV and you mosh on#1 on the side and don’t touch the back#6 on the top and don’t cut it wack, Jack

Get on the mic Mike let’s be real and don’t cloud the issueThe rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen toPeople say that they been missin’ me and missin’ youGet on the mic and let’s show them like we used toYou say fuck that I say fuck thisThe king Ad-Whammy has never been limp Dick ButkusOne half science and the other half soulHis name’s Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly RollM.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in FresnoGot over on your girl cause you know she never says noWell …

Now I chill real ill when I start to chillWhen I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar billsSipping pints of ale out the window sillWhen I get my fill I’m chilly chillNow I just got home because I’m out on bailWhat’s the time? – it’s time to buy alePeter eater – parking meter all of the timeIf I run out of ale – it’s Thunderbird wineMiller drinking – chicken eating – dress so flyI got friends in high places that are keeping me highDow with Mike D. and …

1-2 1-2 Keep It OnListen To The Shit Because We Kick It Until DawnListen To The Abstract Got It Going OnListen To The Ladies Come On And Let Me SpawnAll Your Eggs Then You You Go Up The RiverListen To The Abstract That Freaky NiggerI’m Ad Rock And I Shock And I Tick And I TockAnd I Can’t Stop With The Body RockSee I’ve Got Heart Like John StarksHitting Mad SparksPass Me The MicAnd I’ll Be Rocking The Whole ParkI’m The M To The C To The A And It’s …

Stay up all night go to sleep watching DragnetNever sleep alone because Jimmy’s the magnetI’m so rope they call me Mr. RoperWhen the troubles arise I’m the cool coperOn the mic I score just like the YankeesGet over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man SpankeeExcuse me young lady I don’t mean to trouble yaBut you’re looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.I got lucky I brought home a kittenBefore I got busy I schlepped on my mittenCan’t get better odds cause I’m a sure thingProud Mary keeps on turning rolling …

Johnny ryall is the bum on my stoopI gave him fifty cents to buy some soupHe knows the time with the fresh gucci watchHe’s even more over than the mayor ed kochWashing windows on the bowery at a quarter to four’cause he ain’t gonna work on maggie’s farm no moreLiving on borrowed time and borrowed moneySleepin’ on the street there ain’t a damn thing funnyHand me down food and hand me down clothesA rockabilly past of which nobody knowsMakes his home all over the placeHe goes to sleep by falling …

Because I Grab The Microphone And I Pick It UpAnd Then I Fuck It Up And Then I Turn It InAnd Then I Turn It Out, Got The Body Rockin’ SoundAnd Then You Know I’m Gonna Get Down AndEat A Scooby Snack And Take Disco NapBecause I’m Shopping At Sears, ‘Cause I Don’t Buy At The GapSending This One Out To All The Funky InspirationsPretty Purdie On The Drums With The Beat RelationsWell, I’m Working On Rhymes, They’re Coming Line By LineTrying To Put What I Feel Into Word And …

Now here we go dropping science dropping it all overLike bumping around the town like when you’re driving a Range RoverExpanding the horizons and expanding the parametersExpanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateursNaugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z.Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the keyRock shocking the mic as many times times the times tablesRock well to tell dispel all of the old fablesI’ve been dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledgeAn M.C. to a degree that you can’t get in collegeThe dregs of the earth and …

How here’s a little story – I’ve got to tellAbout three bad brothers – you know so wellIt started way back in historyWith Adrock, M.C.A., and me – Mike D.Been had a little horsy named Paul RevereJust me and my horsy and a quart of beerRiding across the land – kicking up sandSheriff’s posse on my tail cause I’m in demandOne lonely Beastie I beAll by myself – without nobodyThe sun is beating down on my baseball hatThe air is gettin’ hot – the beer is getting flatLookin’ for a …

Now what the blood clot I rap a lot What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin’ ’bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name’s Adam stop callin’ me Phyllis Ya hear some fuss, you’re like what’s the clamor? It’s just me naked on the cover of Glamour A phenomenon pandemonium The club is blowing up like plutonium What’s all the fanfare what’s the to do We’re known to bring the hullabaloo On stage or at the spa Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha

And on the cool check inCenter stage on the micAnd we’re puttin’ it on waxIt’s the new styleFour and three and two and one (What up!)And when I’m on the mic – the suckers run (Word!)Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain’tAnd I got more juice than Picasso got paintGot rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slickI’m not surprised you’re on my dickB-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.Ah yeah, that’s meI got franks and pork and beansAlways bust the new routinesI get it – I got it, …

yee haa oh shut up you pig fucker you’re so ugly.Adam. you look like a zebra your mother’s a zebrawhy don’t you get a haircut farm boy?fuck the chickens I don’t like milkfuck the chickens I don’t like milkbarnyard stoats raid the pen if you don’t shoot ‘emthey’ll do it again fuck the chickensI don’t like milk fuck the chickenssI don’t like milk farmer joe fucks a cowhe likes it so much he sucks a sownow you, everyday I’m going to school.I wish I could be satisfied, but it`s hogwashfuck …

Yeah, that’s rightIt’s time to set the record straightAin’t nobody got to spell it for meAin’t nobody got to yell I can seeAin’t nobody got the pain I can hearBut if I have to I’ll yell in your earTime for livingTime for giving (x4)Ain’t nobody to to spell it for meI said ain’t nobody got to yell I can seeI said ain’t nobody got the pain I can hearBut if I have to I will yell in your earSoul fireSoul fireAnd we ain’t got no waterWe don’t have no waterTime …

Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoopI gave him fifty cents to buy some soupHe knows the time with the fresh Gucci watchHe’s even more over than the mayor Ed KochWashing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four‘Cause he ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no moreLiving on borrowed time and borrowed moneySleepin’ on the street there ain’t a damn thing funnyHand me down food and hand me down clothesA rockabilly past of which nobody knowsMakes his home all over the placeHe goes to sleep by falling …

Now my name is Adrock I’ve got a story to tell When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

It’s 4:00 a.m. i’ve got the dr. hfuhruhurr aleI’ve got nothing to lose so i’m pissin’ on the third railGroggy eyed and fried i’m headed for the stationD-train ride to coney island vacationDedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 trainThey’ll be kicking out windows high on cocaineThen i ump the turnstyle i lost my last tokenRiding between the cars pissing smokingHead for the last car fluorescent light blackoutPoliceman told my homeboy put that crack outYou know you light up when the lights go downThen you read the …

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hatI beat a biter down with an aluminum bata lot of people they be Jonesin’ just to hear me rock the micthey’ll be staring at the radiostaying up all nightso like a pimp I’m pimpin’I got a boat to eat shrimp inNothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin’Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a floatMy man MCA’s got a beard like a billy goatoowah oowah is my disco callMCA hu-huh I’m gettin’ rope y’allRoutines I …

Good morning, time to get up and go to workI ride on the bus into the city everydayI sit on my seat and i dream myself awayI dream i’m on an island with that foxy lady tooBut when i awaken i must be mistaken i’m on third avenueWon’t you take me away and take away meWon’t you take me away and take away me

Stay up all night go to sleep watching DragnetNever sleep alone because Jimmy’s the magnetI’m so rope they call me Mr. RoperWhen the troubles arise I’m the cool coperOn the mic I score just like the YankeesGet over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man SpankeeExcuse me young lady I don’t mean to trouble yaBut you’re looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.I got lucky I brought home a kittenBefore I got busy I schlepped on my mittenCan’t get better odds cause I’m a sure thingProud Mary keeps on turning rolling …

Who got the chance to make things right? Why the politicians always want to fight? The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh! Let me tell you what you can do Step outside the cone of silence Too much hatred and violence It’s time to rewind We need a military decline Got the power of the mind focused Government like a locust Are we gone or just going? Time to act on what we be knowinh y’all

As I Develop The Awakening Mind I Praise The Buddha As They ShineI Bow Before You As I Travel My Path To Join Your Ranks,I Make My Full Time TaskFor The Sake Of All Beings I SeekThe Enlighted Mind That I Know I’ll ReapRespect To Shantideva And All The OthersWho Brought Down The Darma For Sisters And BrothersI Give Thanks For This World As A Place To LearnAnd For This Human Body That I’m Glad To Have EarnedAnd My Deepest Thanks To All Sentient BeingsFor Without Them There Would Be …

I Can Hear The Trumpets Blowing Screaming Out The End Of TimeLook Around And Listen And You’ll See Every SignThe Waters Are Polluted As The Forests Are Cut DownBombing And Drilling Deep Below GroundCheck The Prophecies From Around The WorldAnd Look Around Now As It All UnfurlsLook Into Yourself And See What Goes OnGet A Feeling In Your Heart Of The Right From WrongBecause The Mother Earth Needs To Be RespectedBeen Far From Too Long That She’s Been NeglectedRace Against Race, Such A Foolish WasteIt’s Like Cutting Off Your Nose …

Well this girl came up to me – she says she’s new in townBut the crew been said they seen her aroundI thought they were right but I didn’t wanna knowThe girlie was Def and she wanted to goI think her name is Lucy but they all call LooseI think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuceThe next think she said, “My place or yours?Let’s kick some bass behind closed doors!”We got into the cab – the cab driver saidHe recognized my girlie from the back of her …

You wake up late for school – man you don’t wanna goYou ask you mom, “Please?” – but she still says, “No!”You missed two classes – and no homeworkBut your teacher preaches class like you’re some kind of jerk(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to partyYou pop caught you smoking – and he said, “No way!”That hypocrite – smokes two packs a dayMan, living at home is such a dragNow your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)(repeat chorus)Don’t step out of this house if that’s the …

Yea…To all the Brooklyn girlsTo all the French girlsTo all the Oriental girlsChinese…Japanese…To all the Swiss girlsTo the Italian womenTo the upper east side MombilesTo all the Jamaican girlsAnd to the top-less dancersAustralian…And BrazilianTo the southern bellesTo the Porte Rican girlsTo the stewardesses flying around the world…

Putting Song Together Ain’t No Puzzle Like YahtzeeSending This Out To K-Rob And RahmalzeeLet Me Introduce Myself On This CutI’m Ad Rock, I’m Lit Like A MotherfuckWell, I’m Brewing Up Rhymes Like I Was Using A StillI’ve Got An Old School Flow Like Mike McGill‘Cause Yauch’s On The Upright, The Shit Just Ain’t FunnyGot Fat Bass Lines Like Russel Simmons Steals MoneyGot Clientele, You Know I Rock WellAnd Then You’re On My Dick Because I’m D.F.L.Yeah, Mike ‘Cause Playing The Bass Is My Favorite ShitI Might Be A Hack On …

Hello..It’s times like this when I just can’t stopCan’t wind your body without the body rockGot schemes schematics blue prints on fileYou gotta have dreams to make it all worthwhileSo as I take my time and realignI wonder what it is I hope to findI don’t mean to brag I don’t mean to boastBut I’m intercontinental when I eat french toastAdrock with the New Addition EditionGettin on down for the year 2000A slight distraction can get you paidAnd when it comes to that type shit I paved the wayBBoys to …

Well,Back to the beat y’all,Down with the sound so sweet y’allJust how fresh can you get y’allThose that are blessed say yes y’all‘Cause I’m a come inside and do my thingI’m gonna take off my drawers and let myself swingTantalize my tummy with a boo boo snackBut now I got to get back