Yo what's up sucker MC's. Check your footnotes y'all. Word up Freddie'll bite your ass,
word. Adrock: Yo, what the schnitzel. We're back. Shit's getting duller and duller, and that's
a fact. I don't care what you heard, or care what you seen. I swear it wasn't me in Bear
magazine,[Editor's note: C'mon you know that was you. I edited that issue.] 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. My name'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. And 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 your crew. [Editor's note:
What?] So get that poor chicken
up off your fork. My name's Mike
D. Made in New York.
OH WORD? 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 swirley. Listen up biters. Go, please stop while I'm politickin' 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 got to point
out, the hog's tooth belongs inside the hog's mouth. Like Emest 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 2 way at the door. We're all up
the creek, a long way from shore. Not walking around looking to get you cake.
The D is for Diamond not for Drakes. This is not a fantasy, and I'm not Mr.
O'Rourke. The name's Mike D. Made in New York. OH WORD?