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 got somethin' on your mind, let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein' even after you're gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night, and I emcee and never die 'Cause death is the cousin of sleep Because I'm back with a bang boogie oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie Oh, my God, just look at me Grandpa been rappin' since '83 Oh, I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy ass **** pullin' out the bag Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad All these crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no You ain't got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I ain't tryin' to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, oh, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos Matzah balls in 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 got somethin' on your mind, let it out 'Cause this the type of lyric 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 outta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack To all you crab rappers and hackers And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor I take the cake, I stole the mold The golden microphone, well that's mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch space? Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin' I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y'all can sing along with this By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers I hear Russian blonde's the wettest But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up? Mike D, the man of mystery History in the makin', and now we're takin' Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin' 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 and 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 got somethin' on your mind, let it out
[00:05.00]Mic check, mic check [00:10.60]One (one), two (two), three (three) [00:12.80]Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's [00:15.40]It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) [00:17.70]MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like [00:21.10]Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house [00:23.70]With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out [00:26.10]Perpetrators, we can point 'em out [00:27.80]So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out [00:30.60]Yo, I been in the game since before you was born [00:33.20]I might still be emceein' even after you're gone [00:35.90]Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow [00:38.60]The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so [00:41.40]On and on until the crack of dawn [00:43.50]Until the year 3000 and beyond [00:46.30]Stay up all night, and I emcee and never die [00:49.40]'Cause death is the cousin of sleep [00:51.20]Because I'm back with a bang boogie oogie oogie [00:54.00]Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie [00:56.70]Oh, my God, just look at me [00:59.00]Grandpa been rappin' since '83 [01:01.50]Oh, I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad [01:04.40]Got crazy ass **** pullin' out the bag [01:06.70]Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad [01:09.20]All these crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs [01:11.40]I have carte blanche, the vagabond [01:14.00]Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund [01:16.90]I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a [01:19.50]You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer [01:22.10]A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no [01:24.80]You ain't got the cutthroat in ya, beginner [01:27.40]I ain't tryin' to hear your racket [01:29.10]You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket [01:32.10]How many rappers must get dissed [01:35.00]Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this [01:37.10]I start to reminisce, oh, when I miss [01:40.00]The real hip hop with which I persist [01:42.50]Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos [01:45.00]Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop [01:47.70]Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books [01:50.10]Nasty Nas, what's the word, count it off on the hook [01:52.50]Let's go! One (one), two (two), three (three) [01:55.00]Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's [01:57.70]It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) [02:00.00]MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like [02:03.40]Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house [02:06.10]With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out [02:08.30]Perpetrators, we can point 'em out [02:10.20]So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out [02:33.80]'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain [02:36.10]To blow you ******** rappers straight out the frame [02:38.80]My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister [02:41.40]So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer [02:44.10]Too many rappers to shake a stick at [02:46.00]I outta charge a tax for every weak rap [02:48.50]I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks [02:51.10]Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack [02:56.50]To all you crab rappers and hackers [02:59.10]And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor [03:01.50]I take the cake, I stole the mold [03:04.50]The golden microphone, well that's mine to hold [03:07.10]And why all these biters all up in my crotch space? [03:09.80]Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin [03:15.00]Back up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin' [03:17.30]I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways [03:19.60]Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day [03:22.50]I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay [03:25.10]And when this song finished, y'all can sing along with this [03:27.50]By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers [03:31.10]I hear Russian blonde's the wettest [03:32.90]But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas [03:35.30]And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up? [03:38.30]Mike D, the man of mystery [03:40.50]History in the makin', and now we're takin' [03:43.10]Titles, awards, and accolades [03:45.50]Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades [03:48.10]We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches [03:50.60]Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases [03:53.60]Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars [03:55.80]Go back in time, send a fax from my car [03:58.30]One (one), two (two), three (three) [04:00.40]Too many rappers and there's still not enough MC's [04:03.10]It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) [04:05.40]MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like [04:08.80]Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house [04:11.60]With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out [04:13.90]Perpetrators, we can point 'em out [04:15.60]So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
