1. Sure Shot
You canīt, you wonīt and you donīt stop
Mike d come on and rock the sure shot
Iīve got the brand new doo-doo guaranteed
Like yoo hoo
Iīm on like dr john, yea mr zu zu
Iīm a newlywed, not a divorcee
And everything I do is funky like lee dorsey
Well, itīs the taking fo pelham, one, two, three
If you want a doodoo rhyme then come see me
Iīve got the savior faire with the unique rhyme
And
I keep it on and on, itīs never quitting time and
Strictly hand held is the style I go
Never rock the mice with the panty hose
I strap on my ear goggles and Iīm ready to go
īcouse at the boards is the man they call the
Mario
Pull up at the function and you know I kojak
To all the party people that are on my bozak
Iīve got more action than my man john woo
And Iīve got mad hits like I was rod crew
You canīt, you wonīt and you donīt stop
Ad rock come and rock the sure shot
Hurricane will cross fade on your ass and
Bust your ear drums
Listen everybody īcouse Iīm shifting gears Iīm
Fresh like dougie when I set my specs and
On the microphone I come correct
Timing like a clock when Iīrock the hip hop
Top notch is my stock on the soap box
Iīve got more rhymes than Iīv got grey hairs
And thatīs alot because Iīve got my share
Iīve got a hole in my head and thereīs no one
To fix it
Got to straighten my thoughts, Iīm thinking too
Much sick shit
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes,
Takes
Iīve got to step back, Iīve got to contemplate
Iīm like lee perry, Iīm very
On rock the microphone and then Iīm gone
Iīm like vaughn bode, Iīm a cheech wizard
Never quitting, so wonīt you listen
Oh yes indeed, itīs fun time
īcause you canīt, you wonīt and you donīt stop
Mca come and rock the sure shot
I want to say a little something thatīs long
Overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and sisters a and ahe
Wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the
End
Well you say Iīm twenty something and should
Be slacking
But Iīm working harder than ever and you could
Call it macking
So Iīm supposed to sit upon my couch watching my
T.v.
Iīm still listening to wax, Iīm not using the cd
Iīm that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I wanna so Iīm gonna
Take a piece of the pie, why not, Iīm not quitting
Think Iīm gonna change up my style just to fit in
I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic thatīs made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all nations
Like ma bell, Iīve got the ill communications
2. Tough Guy
utcher me on the court
Too many elbows to report
Now youīre poking me in the eye
Bill laimbeer motherfucker, itīs time for you to die
Tough guy, itīs time to check yourself
Dribbling the ball like the biz can be bad
For your health
Tough guy, what you got to prove
Moving like an elephant, thatīs your favorite
Tough guy, your shit is going out
Tough guy
Box me out with your fat ass
Throw me around like a bounce pass
Youīve got a tombstone hanging over your dick
Cause a minor earthquake when you throw a moving pick
Touch guy, you think youīre like the shaq
Keep running around, youīll catch a heart attack
Tough guy, what are you giving me
The way youīre playing ball, youīll stop me from living b
Tough guy, tough guy
Tough guy, youīre shit is weak
Tough guy, you fucking freak
Tough guy, Iīll stick Iīll stick your shit
Tough guy
3. B-boys Makinī With The Freak Freak
Putting song together ainīt no puzzle like yahtzee
Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee
Let me introduce myself on this cut
Iīm ad rock, Iīm lit like a motherfuck
Well, Iīm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
Iīve got an old school flow like mike mcgill
īcause yauchīs on the upright, the shit just ainīt funny
Got fat bass lines like russel simmons steals money
Got clientele, you know I rock well
And then youīre on my dick because Iīm d.f.l.
Yeah, mike īcause playing the bass is my favorite shit
I might be a hack on the stand up but Iīm 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 yīall you get the ball bath
Heīs got the savior faire because heīs debonair
Mike d with the vinyl with the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that weīre are doo doo
Been makinī with the freak freak, so unique
Been learning from the elders now itīs time to speak
Oh that shit sounds nice
Mike d come on and get it on yīall
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
Iīm 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 canīt sleep īcause youīre little cindy loo hoo
Down with the hurra since the raising hell tour
Just listen to his cuts thereīs no reason to tell more
Cyndy what I didnīt catch the last one
That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one
Well Iīm 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
Iīll grab the microphone and fuck it up
I might seem out there, a little deranged
Iīve got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
Well Iīm the ladiesī choise like I was j.j. evans
Legalize the weed and Iīll say thank heavens
Iīm talking p.g.a. pro tour 2
Iīm doctor beppers in my t.v., in my golfing shoes
Pass me an iron and Iīll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green because Iīm strictly hip-hop
Iīll grab the tee, Iīll tee off
Iīll grab the golf clubs and Iīm off, Iīm audi- so check me
Iīve got the timbos on my toes when Iīm not on the green
Iīve got the costom made boots with the spikey things
Iīm working on my driving īcause Iīm going pro
Iīve got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
Yea, the b-boys makinī with the freak freak
Marioīs nagging nonniīs about the pesto pizza
And then heīs on a mission and heīs checking for peacha
4. Bobo On The Corner
(instrumental)
5. Root Down
I kick my root down
I put my root down
Itīs not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like sweetie pie by the stone alliance
Everbody knows Iīm known for dropping science
Iīm electric like dick hyman
I guess youīd expect to catch the crew rhyminī
Never let you down with the stereo sound
So mike, get on the mic and turn it out
Weīre talking root down, I put my root down
And if you want to battle me, youīre putting loot down
I said root down, itīs time to scoot down
Iīm a step up to the mic in my goose down
Come up representing from the upper west
Money makinī putting me to the test
Sometimes I feel as though Iīve been blessed
Because Iīm doing what I want so I never rest
Well, Iīm not coming out goofy like the fruit of the loom guys
Just strutting like the meters with the look-ka py py
īcause downtown brooklyn is where I was born
But when the snow is falling, then Iīm gone
You might think that Iīm a fanatic
A phone call from utah and Iīm throwing a panic
But we kick it from the root when we break it on down
Jimmy smith is my man, I want to give him a pound
Ad rock donīt stop, get on the mic with the tic and the toc
Iīll fill you with the fuckinī rim like brim
Iīm walking down your block and you say thatīs him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The beastie boys you know we come to get down
Because Iīve got the flow where I grab my dick
And say oh my god, thatīs the funky shit
So Iīm going to pass the mic and cause a panic
The original nasal kid is doing damage
Every morning I took the train to high street station
Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation
On the way back up hearing battle tapes
Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes
Like harlem world battles on the zulu beat show
Itīs kool moe d vs. busy bee thereīs one you should know
Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due
M.c.a. grab the mic and the ma bell will connect you
Bob marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
"if dancinī prays to the lord then I shall feel alright"
It feels to play a little music
Tears running down my face īcause I love to do it
And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master in disaster with a sound thatīs gone
Iīll give a little shout out to my dad and mom
For bringing me into this world and so on
6. Sabotage
I canīt stand it I know you planned it
But Iīm gonna set it straight, this watergate
I canīt stand rocking when Iīm in here
Because your crystal bal ainīt so crystal clear
So while you sit backand wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my, itīs a mirage
Iīm tellinī yīall itīs a sabotage
So listen up īcause you canīt say nothinī
Youīll shut me down with a push of your button?
But Iīm out and Iīm gone
Iīll tell you now I keep it on and on
īcause what you see you might not get
And we can bet so donīt you get souped yet
Youīre scheming on a thing thatīs a mirage
Iīm trying to tell you now itīs sabotage
Why; our backs are now against the wall
Listen all of yīall itīs a sabotage
I canīt stand it, I know you planned it
But Iīm gonna set it straight this watergate
I canīt stand rockinī when Iīm in this place
Because I feel disgrace because youīre all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
Iīm buddy rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be, itīs a miracle
Youīre scheming on a thing; thatīs sabotage
7. Get It Together
1-2 1-2 keep it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it going on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the river
Listen to the abstract that freaky nigger
Iīm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I canīt stop with the body rock
See Iīve got heart like john starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And Iīll be rocking the whole park
Iīm the m to the c to the a and itīs a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes Iīm getting funky and Iīm shooting all my jism
Like john holmes, the x-rated nigger
Listen to the shit īcause Iīm the ill figure
Nobodyīs getting any bigger than this
Ad rock down with the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is boney
Got to do it like this like chachi and joanie
Because sheīs the cheese and Iīm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the fuss
Becasue I ainīt got no dust
Yea, you know Iīm getting silly
Iīve got a grandma hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and Iīm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of november
I do the patty duke in case you donīt remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, Iīm long gone word is born
Donīt need a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I donīt think Iīm slick nor do I play like Iīm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And Iīve working on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see whatīs happening
I go one two like my name was biz mark
But I had to do the shit just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Letīs kick the shit off īcause yo, Iīm not the herb
Well, itīs not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho moog with the funk for your derriere
While weīre on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to boning Iīm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkinī on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I donīt know where itīs going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
Iīve got to get him by the reigns because I know that Iīm freaking
Well, Iīm a funky skull and Iīm a scorpio
And when I get my flow Iīm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you on the mic for
Because I had to talk about the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, Iīm like mace
Because I back them off with the quills
Nigger īcause I tell you, nigger īcause Iīll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard
Iīm from manhattan m.c.a.īs from brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., your shit be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and I canīt be beat
So, yo tip, whatīs up with the boot on your feet
Iīve got the timbos on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, Iīve got some shit
Iīve got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever smoking crack
Never ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckinī pineapple now & laters
Listen to me now, donīt listen to me later
Fuck it īcause I know I didnīt make it fuckinī rhyme for real
But, yo technically Iīm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together ma bell
Iīm like ma bell, Iīve got the ill communications
8. Sarbrosa (Beastie Boys/bobo/nishita)
(instrumental)
9. The Update (Beastie Boys/caldato/nishita)
I can hear the trumpets blowing screaming out the end of time
Look around and listen and youīll see every sign
The waters are polluted as the forests are cut down
Bombing and drilling deep below ground
Check the prophecies from around the world
And look around now as it all unfurls
Look into yourself and see what goes on
Get a feeling in your heart of the right from wrong
Because the mother earth needs to be respected
Been far from too long that sheīs been neglected
Race against race, such a foolish waste
Itīs like cutting off your nose to spit your face
And at the end of the wars, what was the cost
Itīs clear that the earth was the one who lost
We are one with her as she is one with us
Itīs unreal how she is treated so unjust
As our planet grows smaller each and every day
Everyone affecting everyone in every way
Weīre all citizens of the worl community
All here together and weīre searching for unity
Over the years, Iīve grown and changed so much
Things I know now years ago, I couldnīt touch
There are things Iīve done that I wouldnīt do again
But Iīm glad that I did īcause Iīve learned from them
I just try to stay present right here, right now
No worries, no fears and without any doubts
Itīs about time
īcause in these times, these changing times
A transition is occuring and I am not blind
As the pendlum swings a new age we enter
And with every swing, it draws closer to the center
Yes the storm before the calm and the wars that lead to love
Things must run their course so we push and we shove
But weīre here to work it out in one way or another
To find a mutual respect for ourselves and one another
And the true key is a trust in self
For when I trust myself, I fear no one else
I took control of my life, just as anyone can
I want everyone to see itīs in the palm of your hand
The past is gone, the future yet unborn
But right here and now is where it all goes on
I know we can fix it and itīs not too late
I give respect to king and his nonviolent ways
I dream and I hope and I wonīt forget
Someday Iīm going to visit on a free tibet
Someday Iīm going to see us all joined as one
And it would be too bad to blow it up before weīre done
īcause we long behind the rage learning from the pain
The love behind the tension like the sun behind the rain
Iīm sending loving light to all that is
To all creation and the life we live
Iīm not preaching bull shit, just speaking my mind
īcause Iīm here now and itīs about time
10. Futtermanīs Rule
"when two are served, you may begin to eat"
- gene futterman
11. Alright Hear This
ecause I grab the microphone and I pick it up
And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in
And then I turn it out, got the body rockinī sound
And then you know Iīm gonna get down and
Eat a scooby snack and take disco nap
Because Iīm shopping at sears, īcause I donīt buy at the gap
Sending this one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, Iīm working on rhymes, theyīre coming line by line
Trying to put what I feel into word and rhymes
Iīve got a feeling coming on, Iīve got to make some shit
A little something stupid, for the twisted and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I donīt give fuck īcause Iīve got the beats
Got my nuts swinginī from left to right and
Right to left and Iīm death defying
I spin my fortune on a wheel like sajak
Hereīs the payback keep going strong like since the way back
I try to be myself but I lose track
īcause the shit gets complicated now Iīve got to get back
As we learn to breed love for one another
In these times of melding cultures
I give respect for whatīs been borrowed and lent
I know this music comes down from african descent
Because I donīt need a magic potion
Let me talk about back field in motion
My girls got cheeks for weeks and Iīm happy
You know Iīm a sneak like my old grand pappy
I gotta give thanks to my man archie sheep
For staying true to inspiration and I donīt half step
So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
And I talk to the people like les mccann
I ask god for a rhyme or two
A little something for the wise as well as the fool
A little something to affect a little taste of change
For the together and the strong as well as the dearanged
Iīll do you right like bobby knight
And then Iīm rapping on the mic to the broadway light
Stomp my hands, I clap my feet and
Iīm bugging off yusef lateef
I got a match to my ass and Iīm a keep it lit
I need to get some cash, call my accountant britt
Iīm rushing around town taking care of my functions
Always got one more thing so forget about function
We create this world and the problems go on
Create our lives and the things that gor wrong
So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen
To what it is you want and for what youīre wishing
12. Eugeneīs Lament
(instrumental)
13. Flute Loop
So, just sit back and max and relax
Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up
īcausei get funky like diaper rash
And you know Iīm mad spunky and Iīm making cash
Iīve got sex rhymes like victoriaīs got secrets
To all you porne peepers who are trying to peep this
Iīm like al goldstein, Iīm all about screwing
Lead my team to sixty wins like my man pat ewing
Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of a.k.
Like a sound that to the depths of the
Soul
Well thatīs the feeling that I make my goal
A little wine with my dinner so Iīm in my grape ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape
Because I get ill when Iīm on the pause button
And I get my fill and you canīt say nothing
More soul on this train then don cornelious
Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction
Perlmanīs got beats and it ainīt no secret
Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in s.d. 50 ītill early morning
14. Do It
Like the black birds Iīm a do it fluid
Building rhymes like buildings, like a stonehenge druid
Step up and get enlightened, educating my mind
I play the tape forward, itīs not time to rewind
Step inside the mother fucker and I get my flow on
Seasonīs change when it comes their time
Falls brings the winter and on back to springtime
Well, itīs the king ad rock and thatīs who I am
Listen all of yīall Iīm not the son of sam
īcause Iīm thin and I donīt grin and Iīm not a grinner
But check it out people īcause I love to go and swim
Caught up on the phone fiber optic distraction
Information super highway got the brain contraction
Iīm the kung fu master vs. the sumo wrestler
Got the beats in manhatten you can hear in westchester
Well, my mother was born out in coney island
Raised on the l.e.s. manhatten island
My dad camo out from detroit and they had me
And back on through ellis island goes through the family tree
Well, Iīm a six point seven on the richter scale
Iīve got rhymes gallot and then I never fail
Like gravy on potatos, luke to darth vader
Iīm a souped up sucker and Iīll see you all later
You see me coming down the block with the funky cuts
You say mike d. and I say mic these nuts
Iīve got attractions like Iīm elvis costello
Adam yauch grab the mic īcause you know youīre my mellow
Well when I get it into the zone
Iīm gonna take my mind to a place where itīs all one
My shit is on and the rhyme styleīs kicking
My brain is flowing honest like abe lincoln
īcause Iīm the fuckinī rythm ace with the rhyme selection
Listen all yīall I rap with perfection
Because I got the mother fuckinī old school flavor
That you savor so watch your behavior
Talking other dimensions, levels higher
Why did billy joel say "we didnīt start the fire"
Take you to another realm, another level
Iīve got the funky rhymes but Iīm not the funky devil
I step from minute to minute, lifetime to lifetime
Step from stage to stage to see it all unwind
Slowly but surely I seek to find my mind
And every wall that I face is ow my own desig
Glendale boulevard boulevard
Glendale boulevard is where Iīm at
Itīs where Iīm at, where I live
Check it out because my head is like a siv
And we turn it out
15. Rickyīs Theme
(instrumental)
16. Heart Attack Man
Drink a six pack and then you play som ball
Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall
Add on two joints and then he starts to sweat
Two hundred seventy five punds that you canīt forget
Heart attack, heart attack man
Spend all your money on your health insurance plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Keep on getting bigger because you know that you can
Why do you force yourself on top of that girl
Laugh with all your buddies because itīs a manīs manīs world
Someday that shit will come back to you
Youīve been throwing your weight around and
Your shit is through
Heart attack, heart attack man
Going nowhere, got no master plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Heart attack
(mosh part)
Weighs in at two seventy five
My man is lucky to be alive
Smokinī and drinkinī too
The heart attack man is gonna be running over you
Got no god damn respect
Had to put the big big bitch in check
Heart attack, heart attack man
Lungs full of tar and a stomach full of spam
Heart attack, heart attack man
Time to change your ways heart attack man
17. The Scoop
I donīt get blind most of the time I donīt drink wine
I took a sledge hammer and I broke my nine
Because is mine, word is born I rhyme
And everey day I write the book down line by line
Iīm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you canīt resist
Because Iīm back with another track wich you lack
īcause things is wack and thatīs a fact
Because Iīm on time, youīre shouting rewind
You know itīs ad rock thatīs blowing your mind
My shit is rough and you know it is so damn tough
Iīm getting intense, not talking nonsese
I made up my mind, not sitting on the fence
I donīt always the right from the wrong
I do my best to figure it out and work it out in the long
I try to do a lot more than I can chew
Balance out my ambitionīs what Iīve got to do
Because you hide in broad day light, a parasite
A hypocrite, you take a peek quick
You turn your nose up, you think youīre high up
You play it real safe and now your shitīs fake
I seen you hawking and then you clock my style
And then you try to play it off like you think youīre wild
D.i.y. that means do it yourself
Donīt sit around waiting for someoneīs help
Donīt sit back and say good enough
Keep on striving, reinventing but keeping it off
The cuff
So kick the level up cuhootnified
Mackadocius vibes positively fortified
Iīm throwing rhymes kicking them downtown
Traveling high speed through the underground
I kick it free style, make it worth your while
Iīve got shelves of rhymes that I keep on file
Iīm feeling good now back home again
New york city is the city that I feel at home in
A blast from the grasshoff awhile itīs been
Stepping into the future again
Iīm straight from the 88 to 93 to 94, Iīm out the door
Step into the party with the fila fresh gear
People looking at me like I was david koresh here
Kicking rhymes from the heart īcause thatīs where Iīm at
Fuck the bullshit, be it far from me to pop that
In the search for truth, I go a lot of ways
Thereīs not a lot of peace, that I find these days
I try to stay cool, I try to stay calm
But my life is getting hectic like a smoke bomb
So Iīll say it like the group huggy bear
Thereīs a boy-grrrl revolution of wich you should be aware
You canīt dis me, it ainīt worth it, b
You put yourself down and you donīt even see
Cause I donīt play that, I know who I am
For a minute, I did but now Iīm back again
Iīm feeling strong see, trust myself g
Well I stopped smoking cheeba
And that was part of the key
Weīve got fire, we need water, so I guess I ought to
Leave you broke in a comatose state of mind
And Iīm blind and Iīm working overtime, so check it
I keep my rhymes in a little black book
And I know you want to take another look
18. Shambala
(instrumental)
19. Bodhisattva Vow
As I develop the awakening mind I praise the buddha as they shine
I bow before you as I travel my path to join your ranks,
I make my full time task
For the sake of all beings I seek
The enlighted mind that I know Iīll reap
Respect to shantideva and all the others
Who brought down the darma for sisters and brothers
I give thanks for this world as a place to learn
And for this human body that Iīm glad to have earned
And my deepest thanks to all sentient beings
For without them there would be no place to learn what Iīm seeing
Thereīs nothing here thatīs not been said before
But I put it down now so Iīll be sure
To solidify my own views and Iīll be glad if it helps
Anyone else out too
If others disrespect me or give me flack
Iīll stop and think before I react
Knowing that theyīre going through insecure stages
Iīll take the opportunity to exercise patience
Iīll see it as a chance to help the other person
Nip it in the bud before it can worsen
A change for me to be strong and sure
As I think on the buddhas who have come before
As I praise and respect the good theyīve done
Knowing only love can conquer in every situation
We need other people in order to create
The circumstances for the learning that weīre here to generate
Situations that bring up our deepest fears
So we can work to release them until theyīre cleared
Therefore, it only makes sense
To thank our enemies despite their intent
The bodhisattva path is one of power and strength
A strength from within to go the length
Seeing others are as important as myself
I strive for a happiness of mental wealth
With the interconnectedness that we share as one
Every action that we take affects everyone
So in deciding for what a situation calls
There is a path for the good for all
I try to make my every action for that highest good
With the altruistic wish to achive buddhahood
So I pledge here before everyone whoīs listening
To try to make my every action for the good of all beings
For the rest of my lifetimes and even beyond
I vow to do my best to do no harm
And in times of doubt I can think on the dharma
And the enlightened ones whoīve graduated samsara
20. Transitions
(instrumental)
21. Mullet Head
Youīre coming off like youīre van damme
Youīve got kenny g, in your trans am
Youīve got names like billy ray
Now you sing hip hop hooray
Put your dakleys and your stone wash on
Watching mtv and you mosh on
#1 on the side and donīt touch the back
#6 on the top and donīt cut it wack, jack
Shiny chrome rims never rusted
Driving through the tunnel, you might get busted
Never trusted, mullet head
You know you took that girl to bed
Cruising 8th street saturday night
Trying to find a head shop, looking to fight
Youīve got that stonewash derriere
Spike the top because the week-end is here
You wanna know whatīs a mullet? well
I got a little story to tell
About a hair style, thatīs way of life
Have you ever seen a mullet wife?
Yo, take a chill b, check out my spillbee
īcause you donīt know about the mullet head
Cruise in my iroc, stonewash on my cock
Got it like that īcause Iīm the mullet head
Put me on trial īcause Iīm worth your while
Pass me the comb īcause Iīm the mullet man
Read the new york post, read a story
About joey buttafooco in all his glory
They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl
Pimpinī amy fisher to the rest of the world
A real lover man, a real cassanova
Joey got horny and now heīs over
Amy got pissed, shot his wife
Joey gest to jail for the rest of his life
Cut the sides, donīt touch the back
22. The Vibes
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I said Iīll make you shake your ass like les macan
And the youīre out talking shit like yosemite sam
Youīve got the elephant feet like les mccan
Up the crack of dawn Iīm on my way
Weīre talking two foot dump and thereīll be no delay
īcause Iīm gone, the shitīs getting out of hand
Iīm changing my middle name to first trem
Iīm walking on the rhythm like philippe petite
Iīve got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be
You ask whatever happenened to the rappinī duke
I heard the captainīs gonna sign him to jive and thatīs the truth
Taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery
I stopped eating chicken īcause the shit was too rubbery
Produce organic from my own yard
Only the freshest herbs and growingīs not too hard
Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb
Waking up my long joint, ready to get some
Looking at my board and my old boots
Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth
And on the court Iīve got game like my brother matt
I give a shout out so where you at
But donīt get souped mathew īcause Iīm a take ya
Horatio park right now and Iīm a shake ya
Give me the fresh count īcause you know that Iīm stressed out
I need some inspiration so get the best out
Like rock master scott, Iīm on the request line
Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time
Good vibes flowing all around
Not a worry in mind as the friends around
A shout out to linda riding pow forever
Well the bird is the word and youīre as light as a feather
Well I smoke a bag of rat weed īcause I donīt care
And Iīm waking old ladies out their underwear
I like the boominī grannies in big old panties
Iīm giving, it to grandma making her crazy
I might be a white boy but Iīm no goofy
Got beats like bobalou on "I love lucy"
Iīm not like the skipper on "fantasy island"
Iīm more like captain shtupping when I go back whylinī
The cire traverse out to death shoot
Or s.t.h. when they let me back at the deuce
īcause I canīt get enough of that funky stuff
When the going gets rough ainīt going out in the sluff
Down with bubble gum and ninth creation
Get down weīve got the sound sensation
Kid fresh is back from the 80īs
And weīre doing it for the ladies
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