A) 59 chrystie street
Agh agh...
Theres a girl over there...
Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yea
With long brown hair
Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yea
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face
Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw
A wick wick wack
Aghh aghh ha...
B) get on the mic
One two...
Right about now Id like to deticate this song
Out to my main homie mike d.
Agh yea
Alright
Lets kick it
Ready... go
Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic mike lets be real and dont cloud the issue
The rhymes are rope an m.c. you must listen to
People say that they been missin me and missin you
Get on the mic and lets show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo holmes fuck this
Im the king ad-whammy and your dick butkus
One half science and the other half soul
Nick named mike d. not fat morton jelly roll
Got busy in frisco fool around in fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says no
So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic mike
Well mike d. is a special individual
Pulling out knots pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the rolos the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromy dont be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
At the feaver...
C) stop that train
Its 4:00 a.m. Ive got the dr. hfuhruhurr ale
Ive got nothing to lose and so Im pissin on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried and Im headed for the station
D-train ride the coney island vacation this ones
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
Theyll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy yo put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
And the you read the new york post fulton st. downtown
Same faces every day but you dont know their names
Party people going placed on the d-train stop that train, I wanna get off...
Check it...
Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like your captain kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from bernie goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your lees I creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are dunkin
Friday night and jamaica queens funkin
Elevated platform Im never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductors booth with busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading el diario
Riding the train down from the el barrio
Went from the station to orange julius
I bought a hot dog from who george drakoulias
D) year and a day
M.c. for what I am and do
The a is for adam and the lyrics; true
So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because Im down with the three the unstoppable three
Me and adam and d. were born to m.c.
And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I dont think its gonna last
And you can bet your ass
I drop the l. when Im skiing
Im smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Cant stop the mindfuck when its rolling along
Cant stop the smooth runnins when the shits running strong
Broke my bindings the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the b. boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to the
I prefer the dreams to reality
I prefer my life dont need no other mans wife
Dont need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But its good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day
Come what may
Im fishing with my boat and Im fishing for trout
Mix the bass ale with the guiness stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane
Every day has many colors cuz the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though somebody were testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages is, was and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages
Easy rhyme for the disco dave
He goes by the name of disco dave
Disco dave...
E) hello brooklyn
Hello brooklyn...
New york new york its a hell of a town
You know the bronx is up and Im brooklyn down
Because they dont know my name only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I dont care
You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
Youre gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
Youll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
Im a buffalo soldier broader than broadway
Keep keepin on I dont care what they say
I play my stereo loud I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack bonanza
If you ask a question you will get your answer
Her breast I saw I reached I felt
M.o.n.e.y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I dont got the permit
You know why
You got a boyfriend and his name is nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in brooklyn *just to watch him die*
Take p.c.p.
F) dropping names
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
Shes slippin through his fingers as shes movin out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
Well if your world was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldnt get much color out of life now right
Im nicknamed shamrock but my name is not shamus
Girlies on the tip cause my homie is famous
My name is not ohouigheighi nor is it brian
If I said that I was weak man you know Id be a lion
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
Yea explain to a musician them knew it, but them cant do
G) lay it on me
Agh, funky baby
Lay it on me now...
Not so hard man...
Yo,
I got chinese eyes and chinese suits
Smokin much buddha and smokin much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite new york knick was hawthorne wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said napoleon bonaparte
Peepin out the colors I be buggin on cezanne
They call me mike d joe blow the lover man well
Your face turns red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
Cause I got more flavor than fruit striped gum
With that big round butt of yours
Id like to butter your muffin Im not bluffin
Serve you on a platter like thanksgiving stuffin
And what it
Stuffin, stuffin
Stuffin buddy...
H) mike on the mic
Heres another one for yall to pee
Its called m.i.k.e. on the m.i.c.
C.
I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the red lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then theyre going to finish me
You might know this but youve never been this see
If I ate spinach then Id be called spinach d
I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a raymond burr
Im so high that they call me your highness
If you dont know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know its got clout to it
Its a trip its got a funky beat and I can bug out to it
I) a.w.o.l.
Dj hurricane...
When mike ds in the house, what you gonna do
I go a.w.o.l.
Adrocks in the house, what you gonna do
I go a.w.o.l.
When mcas in the house, what you gonna do
I go a.w.o.l.
When hurricanes, what you gonna do
He goes a.w.o.l.
St. james in the house, whats you gonna do
Home-1, what you gonna do
Got busy in the house, what you gonna do
Dust bros. in the house, what you gonna do
Warren g. in the house, what you gonna do
Lou gains in the house, what you gonna do
Hollis crew, what you gonna do
John mish in the house, what you gonna do
Killa cutty in the house, what you gonna do
Jannet j. in the house
