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There's a girl over there With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took off her bra Took off her pants You know what I saw?  Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D Get on the mic, g-get on the mic Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike  Let's be real and don't cloud the issue The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to People say that they been missin' me and missin' you Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to You say fuck that yo Holmes fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy you're Dick Butkus One-half science and another half soul His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll Got busy in Frisco fooled around in Fresno Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says no  J-just get on the mic, just get on the mic G-get on the mic, get on the mic Mike  Well, Mike D. is a special individual Pulling out knots and pulling in residuals Go to the movies get the Rolos The cholos riding slow and low Mike on the mic and bust with the solo Mike my stromie don't be so selfish Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish  It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station D-Train ride to Coney Island vacation Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine And then I jump the turnstile I lost my last token Ride between the cars pissing, smoking Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout Policeman told my homeboy "yo put that crack out" You know you light up when the lights go down And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown Same faces every day but you don't know their names Party people going places on the D-Train  Stop that train, I wanna get on  Check it Trench-coat wingtip going to work And you'll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk Pickpocket gangsters paying their debts I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor Prostitutes' spandex caught in the slide doors Now you're tuck between the stations And it seems like an eternity Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity Fifty-dollar fine for disturbing the peace The neck tortoise your Lees are creased Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin' Friday night and Jamaica Queen's funkin' Elevated platform never gonna conform Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes Over the loud speaker about the hard times Sat across from a man readin' El Diario Riding the train down from El Barrio Went from the station straight to Orange Julius I brought a hot dog from who - George Drakoulias  M.C. for what I am and do The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true So as pray and hope and the message is sent And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three Me and Adam and D. were born to M.C. And my body and soul and mind are pure Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure Just lyrics from I to you recited Arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted Enter the arena as I take center stage The lights set low and the night has come of age Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special For I am a bard but not the last one I'm am the king and this is my castle Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last And you can bet your ass  I drop the L. when I'm skiing I'm smoking and peaking I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling along Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong Broke my bindings, the lion with wings Preaching his word in the B. Boy sing I am one with myself as I turn to thee Prefer the dreams to reality I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may  I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout Mix the Bass Ale with the Guinness Stout Fishing for a line inside my brain And looking out at the world through my window pane Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained Everything has changed but remains the same So once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny Feeling as though somebody were testing me He who sees the end from the beginning of time Looking forward through all the ages Is, was and always shall be Check the prophetic sections of the pages  He's in line for the Disco Day  Hello Brooklyn  New York, New York, it's a hell of a town You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down Because they don't know my name they only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know I cut my boss 'cause I don't care You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle You're gonna get smacked with my gold-finger knuckle 'Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader than Broadway Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say I play my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor 'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza If you ask a question you will get the answer Her breast I saw I reached I felt M-O-N-E-Y, the belt I stay at home just like a hermit I got the jammy but I don't got the permit You know why? You got a boyfriend and his name is Slick Nick Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly I shot a man in Brooklyn Just to watch him die  He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost She's slippin' through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost  Well if your world was all black and if your world was all white Well then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right Nicknamed Shamrock but my name is not Shamus Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it Brian If I said that I was weak now, you know I'd be lyin' Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it  You explain to a musician, they know it but they can't do it  I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots More updated on the hip-hop lingo My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card Man, you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man Your face turns red as your glass of wine That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time You should be with me, you should drop that bum 'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum With that big round butt of yours I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin' Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'  Here's another one for y'all to peep It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C  I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle I laid the bait and then she took the tackle Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter I never met a girl that was too finicky If the press has their way then they're going to finish me You might know this but you've never been this see If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D I shed light like cats shed fur Ride around town like Raymond Burr I'm so high that they call me Your Highness So if you don't know me then pardon my shyness I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it  DJ Hurricane When Mike D's in the house, what you gonna do I go AWOL Adrock's in the house, what you gonna do I go AWOL When MCA's in the house, what you gonna do I go AWOL When Hurricane's in the house, what you gonna do He goes AWOL St. James in the house, what's you gonna do Home-1, what you gonna do Got busy in the house, what you gonna do Dust Bros. in the house, what you gonna do Warren G. in the house, what you gonna do Lou Gains in the house, what you gonna do Hollis crew, what you gonna do John Mish in the house, what you gonna do Killa Cutty in the house, what you gonna do Jannet J. in the house Pat Bain's in the house Richard Consen's in the house Good night Amsterdamn Now I want you all to break this down To all the girls All the girls