Get on the mic Mike lets be real and dont 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 lets show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo holmes fuck this
The king Ad-Whammy your Dick Butkus
One half science and the other half soul
His names Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
M.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says no
Well Mike D. is a special individual
Pulling out knots 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 stromy dont be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
Its 4:00 a.m. Ive got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
Ive got nothing to lose so Im pissin on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried Im headed for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
Theyll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
Then I ump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
Then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you dont know their names
Party people going placed on the D-Train
Trench coat wing tip going to work
And youll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket 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
Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
$50.00 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 Queens funkin
Elevated platform never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductors 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 bought a hot dog from my man 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 Im 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
Im my own king and this is my castle
dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
seen a glimpse from ahead and I dont think its gonna last
and you can bet your ass
I drop the L. when Im skiing
Im smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
cant stop the mindfuck when its rolling along
cant stop the smooth runnins when the shits 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 The
I prefer the dreams to reality
I prefer my life dont need no other mans wife
dont need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
but its good to have turn to be a king for a day
or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day
come what may
Im fishing with my boat and Im fishing for trout
mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
fishing for a line inside my brain
and looking out at the world through my window pane
every day has many colors cuz 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 goes by the name of Disco Dave
Hello Brooklyn
New York New York its a hell of a town
The Bronx is up and Im Brooklyn down
They dont know my name they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job I cut my hair
I cut my boss cause I dont care
You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
Youre gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
Youll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
Like a buffalo soldier Im broader than Broadway
Keep keepin on I dont 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 dont got the permit
Yes you got a boyfriend and indeed his name is Slick Nick
that is why Annabelle youre caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
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
Shes slippin through his fingers as shes movin out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
If your world was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldnt get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not OHouigheighi Nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak you know Id be lyin
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
If you explain to a musician hell tell that he knows it but he just cant do it
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
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
You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl 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
Id like to butter your muffin Im not bluffin
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin
Heres another one for yall to peep
Its 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 theyre going to finish me
You might know this but youve never been this see
If I ate spinach then Id be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like Raymond Burr
Im so high that they call me Your Highness
If you dont 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 its got clout to it
Its a trip its got a funky beat and I can bug out to it
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