Always spit fly and never be afraid. . Verse 1. Yo, yo, yo, listen. It's the MCs time- for spittin the rhyme,. Believe, I be in the ring gettin the mind,.
[Officer]. Callin all cars, callin all cars. Be on the look out for a pussy vandalism. Over. A pussy bandit. Suspect is known in many states for dickin yo woman. Over.
Yeah. Baby won't you let me hold you. In my arms for ever more. I conduct your fantasy. In a private symphony. . Picture you and I. Way up in the sky.
Featuring Percee P. Pray to the east pray to the east. Yeah. I got my man in the studio. One of the illest MC's in the world. Rhyme Inspector Percee P.
(Chorus). Uhhhh!!. I wanna piss on your grave!. make me feel alright!. Yaa Yaa Yaa!!. (Repeat). . While you was eatin'. T-bone steaks. in palatial estates,.
Coup, yeah. It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills. Dodging em' one time, check it out. . If you got beef with see-O-P's. Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's.
Fuck naw I ain't got no Grey Poupon. Well anyway, I said, "That's no burglar! That's my butler.". Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip. I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something.
INTRO:. If you a fly nigga tell it like it is, im a pretty boy. Why they wanna hate on my stees, i aint no shitty boy. Let us turn the heat up and creese.
Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot. Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got. We keep the party movin' to the broad day light.
Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking bump. And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'. I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate.
Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot. Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got. We keep the party movin' to the broad day light.
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop. You keep it on and shockin' the place. Well I'm M.C.A. I got nothing to prove. Pay attention my intention is to bust a move.
I got the ball this time. when I place this crowd. Move to the R to the U to the I. I said: youre sweet. . Ill give you a wage. Ill give you a number.
Something on the windowsill. Caught her eye and held her still. The cars pass by outside. Nowhere left to hide. . Picture this now crystal clear. Nothing left to hold her here.
Now here's a little story I've got to tell. About three bad brothers you know so well. It started way back in history. With Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.).
Do you want to sing with uncle Mike?. . (Instrumental with a small child singing "Peanut Butter" along with some other lyrics).
If you can feel what I'm feeling then it's a musical masterpiece. Hear what I'm dealing with then that's cool at least. What's running through my mind comes through in my walk.