Putting song together aint no puzzle like yahtzee
Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee
Let me introduce myself on this cut
Im ad rock, Im lit like a motherfuck
Well, Im brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
Ive got an old school flow like mike mcgill
cause yauchs on the upright, the shit just aint funny
Got fat bass lines like russel simmons steals money
Got clientele, you know I rock well
And then youre on my dick because Im d.f.l.
Yeah, mike cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
I might be a hack on the stand up but Im working at it
I get my hair cut correct like anthony mason
Then I ride the i.r.t. right up to penn station
Penn station up on 8th ave.
Listen all yall you get the ball bath
Hes got the savior faire because hes debonair
Mike d with the vinyl with the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that were are doo doo
Been makin with the freak freak, so unique
Been learning from the elders now its time to speak
Oh that shit sounds nice
Mike d come on and get it on yall
Talking shit about a mile a minute
Put the wax on the table and let the d.j. spin it
Excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon
Im gonna see the knicks at madison square garden
And like the knicks I got game like I worked at hasbro
On the mic I bug, like I was prince jazzbo
The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo
You cant sleep cause youre little cindy loo hoo
Down with the hurra since the raising hell tour
Just listen to his cuts theres no reason to tell more
Cyndy what I didnt catch the last one
That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one
Well Im not known for my speed raps
So grab the microphone and cut out the claps
Ah yea, I like that shit is kind of rough
Ill grab the microphone and fuck it up
I might seem out there, a little deranged
Ive got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
Well Im the ladies choise like I was j.j. evans
Legalize the weed and Ill say thank heavens
Im talking p.g.a. pro tour 2
Im doctor beppers in my t.v., in my golfing shoes
Pass me an iron and Ill bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green because Im strictly hip-hop
Ill grab the tee, Ill tee off
Ill grab the golf clubs and Im off, Im audi- so check me
Ive got the timbos on my toes when Im not on the green
Ive got the costom made boots with the spikey things
Im working on my driving cause Im going pro
Ive got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
Yea, the b-boys makin with the freak freak
Marios nagging nonnis about the pesto pizza
And then hes on a mission and hes checking for peacha
