作曲 : Nas/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Adam Yauch Mic check, mic check One (one), two (two), three (three) Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys, we can turn it out Perpetrators, we can point 'em out So if you've got something on your mind, let it out Like a Nexus-6, comin' home to roost Handheld 58 when it's time to get loose Don't need the ear goggles, just put me through the speakers Like a scientist with tubes and beakers Have MCs over my house and fix 'em brunch But you rappers? We goin' out - goin' dutch Now pass me the sword - I'll start swingin' Just randomly chopping on a crazy ass mission Because I'm back with the bang boogie Oogie oogie Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie Oh my god, just look at me Grandpa been rappin' since '83 I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy ass tricks pullin' out the bag Don't forget the tarter sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad All these crab rappers, they're rapping like crabs I have carte blanche The vagabond Nas is the narcissist My pockets are rotund I'm no killer but compared to you I'm more realer You ain't a shot caller mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no You ain't got the cut throat in ya, beginner I ain't trying to hear your racket You work for police Dog, you snitch, you rat You wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed? Give me eight bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce and I miss Real hip hop with which I persist Like rum and mojitos Bullets and banditos Matzoh balls and soup Jackets and troop Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what's the word? Count it off on the hook Let's go. One (one), two (two), three (three) Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys, we can turn it out Perpetrators, we can point 'em out So if you've got something on your mind, let it out 'Cause this the type of lyric that goes inside your brain To blow you ******** rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin 'round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I ought to charge a tax, for every weak rap I had to listen to 'cause we'd be makin' stacks (Like Stax Records) My squad, we got a pact, we're never comin' wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circuit benders tweaked on Splenda I take the cake, I stole the mold That golden microphone, well, that's mine to hold Now why all these biters all up in my crotch space Sniffin', buffin', huffin' And mean muggin' with the Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me, sucker, you ain't sayin' nothin' I'm broader than Broadway I was in project hallway Dual tape recorder lacing oratorials all day I'm just gettin' started on this beat, this is foreplay And when the song is finished, I can sing along with this By the way, I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers I hear that Russian blonde's the wettest But anyway, y'all better pay homage to my fellas And that's what's on my mind And on the rhyme Who's next up? (Aaaaayah) Mike D, the man of mystery History in the making and now we're taking Titles, awards and accolades Skewer the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases Rockin' stadiums to shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one), two (two), three (three) Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys, we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point 'em out So if you've got something on your mind, let it out That was ****
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Nas/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Adam Yauch [00:35.40]Mic check, mic check [00:41.00]One (one), two (two), three (three) [00:43.20]Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's [00:45.80]It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) [00:48.10]MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D that's how we get it done [00:51.00]Like ladies and gents, attention [00:53.20]Nas in the house with Beastie Boys, we can turn it out [00:56.40]Perpetrators, we can point 'em out [00:58.20]So if you've got something on your mind, let it out [01:01.20]Like a Nexus-6, comin' home to roost [01:03.80]Handheld 58 when it's time to get loose [01:06.50]Don't need the ear goggles, just put me through the speakers [01:08.70]Like a scientist with tubes and beakers [01:11.50]Have MCs over my house and fix 'em brunch [01:14.20]But you rappers? We goin' out - goin' dutch [01:16.70]Now pass me the sword - I'll start swingin' [01:19.40]Just randomly chopping on a crazy ass mission [01:21.80]Because I'm back with the bang boogie [01:23.40]Oogie oogie [01:24.40]Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie [01:27.10]Oh my god, just look at me [01:29.30]Grandpa been rappin' since '83 [01:31.80]I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad [01:34.70]Got crazy ass tricks pullin' out the bag [01:36.90]Don't forget the tarter sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad [01:39.60]All these crab rappers, they're rapping like crabs [01:42.00]I have carte blanche [01:43.60]The vagabond Nas is the narcissist [01:46.00]My pockets are rotund [01:47.20]I'm no killer but compared to you [01:49.20]I'm more realer [01:50.10]You ain't a shot caller mobster or a drug dealer [01:52.40]A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no [01:55.30]You ain't got the cut throat in ya, beginner [01:57.70]I ain't trying to hear your racket [01:59.40]You work for police [02:00.10]Dog, you snitch, you rat [02:01.60]You wear that jacket [02:02.70]How many rappers must get dissed? [02:05.50]Give me eight bars and watch me bless this [02:07.70]I start to reminisce and I miss [02:10.40]Real hip hop with which I persist [02:12.90]Like rum and mojitos [02:14.30]Bullets and banditos [02:15.50]Matzoh balls and soup [02:16.90]Jackets and troop [02:18.00]Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books [02:20.70]Nasty Nas, what's the word? Count it off on the hook [02:22.90]Let's go. One (one), two (two), three (three) [02:25.20]Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's [02:28.00]It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) [02:30.40]MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D that's how we get it done [02:33.30]Like ladies and gents, attention [02:35.70]Nas in the house with Beastie Boys, we can turn it out [02:38.80]Perpetrators, we can point 'em out [02:40.60]So if you've got something on your mind, let it out [03:04.40]'Cause this the type of lyric that goes inside your brain [03:06.50]To blow you ******** rappers straight out the frame [03:09.50]My lyrics spin 'round like a hurricane twister [03:11.90]So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer [03:14.70]Too many rappers to shake a stick at [03:16.50]I ought to charge a tax, for every weak rap [03:19.00]I had to listen to 'cause we'd be makin' stacks [03:21.50](Like Stax Records) [03:22.50]My squad, we got a pact, we're never comin' wack [03:26.80]To all you crab rappers and hackers [03:29.20]And circuit benders tweaked on Splenda [03:31.70]I take the cake, I stole the mold [03:34.70]That golden microphone, well, that's mine to hold [03:37.10]Now why all these biters all up in my crotch space [03:40.20]Sniffin', buffin', huffin' [03:42.80]And mean muggin' with the Blimpie Bluffin [03:45.30]Back up off me, sucker, you ain't sayin' nothin' [03:47.60]I'm broader than Broadway [03:48.50]I was in project hallway [03:49.90]Dual tape recorder lacing oratorials all day [03:52.80]I'm just gettin' started on this beat, this is foreplay [03:55.30]And when the song is finished, I can sing along with this [03:57.70]By the way, I have a strong fetish [03:59.50]For Christian Louboutin steppers [04:01.40]I hear that Russian blonde's the wettest [04:03.10]But anyway, y'all better pay homage to my fellas [04:05.60]And that's what's on my mind [04:06.50]And on the rhyme [04:07.20]Who's next up? (Aaaaayah) [04:08.50]Mike D, the man of mystery [04:10.80]History in the making and now we're taking [04:13.50]Titles, awards and accolades [04:15.70]Skewer the competition as I sharpen my blades [04:18.30]We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches [04:21.30]Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases [04:23.90]Rockin' stadiums to shitty bars [04:26.00]Go back in time, send a fax from my car [04:28.80]One (one), two (two), three (three) [04:30.80]Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's [04:33.60]It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) [04:35.70]MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D that's how we get it done [04:38.80]Like ladies and gents, attention [04:40.80]Nas in the house with Beastie Boys, we can turn it out [04:44.00]Perpetrators we can point 'em out [04:45.90]So if you've got something on your mind, let it out [04:51.00]That was ****
