Yo, what's up, sucker MC's?
Check the footnotes, y'all
Word up
Freddie will bite your ass
(Arf!) Oh word?
(Adrock) Yo, what the schnitzel, we back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's the fact
I don't care what you heard or care what you seen
I swear it wasn't me in "Bear" magazine
Because I'm not that hairy, oh contrary
I go with the flow though the tempo varies
So twist the cap and pop the cork
You know it's Adrock, made in New York
Oh word?
(MCA) What the ponytail, I don't eat snail
I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail
'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls
And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls
I'll be rockin' parties from block to block
And block party to party, the neighborhood's on lock
So hide your eyes. Wait, I saw you looking
The name's MCA, made in Downtown Brooklyn
Oh word?
(Mike D) Yo, what the parsley, parsley to the teeth
I'm a rhyme style writer, you're a rhyme style thief
I may be paranoid, you tried to fade me
Here's a song for you, "Lady"
Make you bug out like you don't know what to do
Your momma says, "Shame on you"
When you're dancing with the crew
So get that poor chicken up off that fork
My name's Mike D, made in New York
Oh word?
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(Adrock) Yo what the falafel, you gotta get up awful
Early to fool, Mr. Furley
And that's word to Aunt Shirley, and you could
Stick your head in the toilet, give yourself a swirlie
Listen up, biters. Go, please stop
While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop
Believe what you heard when you talk
You know it's Adrock, made in New York
Oh word?
(MCA) What the phone booth, word to hair mousse
You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth
Don't mean to dis but I've gotta point out
The hog's tooth belongs inside the hog's mouth
Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees
I'll have dog pemmican with my tea
Now pass me the wok 'cause I'm cookin'
The name's MCA, made in Downtown Brooklyn
Oh word?
(Mike D) Yo, what the doofus, say good night
You're Snidely Whiplash, I'm Dudley Do-you-right
Times are off the hinges, leave your two-way at the door
We're all up the creek, a long way from shore
I'm not walking around, looking to get you cake
The D is for Diamond, and it's not for Drake
This is not a fantasy, I'm not Mr. O'Rourke
The name is Mike D, made in New York
Oh word?