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And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne."
We rode for six hours the we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?"
I said, "I didn't." - but I know he did
The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money."
Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky
He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" - and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
"I'm Mike D. and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect"
M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out - the music stopped
His boy had beef - and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.

Lyrics by D. McDaniels, J. Simmons, and The King
Music by R. Rubin, J. Simmons, and The King
c 1986 by Def Jam Music Inc. (ASCAP)/Brooklyn Dust Music (ASCAP) rights
reserved


Posse In Effect
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Yes, yes, y'all - you don't stop
You keep it on - and shockin' the place
Well I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove
Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wild
A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed
I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis
I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Moose
I'm schoolin' in the boys' room - coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall - man I should of oughtta hit him
Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em
Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
While you were at a party - your girlfriend fessed
I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious
Fly around the world - but it makes me nauseous
Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week
I got to the party - and I did the freak
I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan killer - a rhyme driller
A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser
The turntables - up on the drum riser
The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter
I know that I'm fly man there's no need to flatter
I travel around the globe - it's keeping girlies dizzy
My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy y'all

You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted
Cheaper than a hot do with no mustard
You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted
Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted
I'm from downtown the city of Manhattan
I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
Word.

Lyrics by M. Diamond, R. Rubin, A. Yauch, and The King
Music by R. Rubin
c 1986 by Def Jam Music Inc. (ASCAP)/Brooklyn Dust Music (ASCAP) rights
reserved


Rhymin' And Stealin'
--------------------

Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest

(chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face

(repeat chorus)

Ali Baba and the forty thieves

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking
Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage

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over the place He goes to sleep by falling down on his face Sometimes known
as the leader of the homeless Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than
smokin' the rocks Johnny Ryall He drinks where he lies He's covered with
flies He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes Go upstate and get
your head together Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather
Detox at the flop house no booze allowed Remember the good old days with
the rockabilly crowd Memphis is where he's from He lives in the street but
he's no bum A rockabilly star from the days of old He used to have teeth
all filled with gold A platinum voice but only gold records On the bass was
boots on the drums was checkers Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny
Ryall *Who do you think you are* Johnny Ryall Donald Trump Donald Tramp
living in the Men's Shelter Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter
Skelter He asks for a dollar you know what it's for Bottle after bottle
he'll always need more He's no less important than you working class stiffs
Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss Paid his dues playing the
blues He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes Elvis shaved his head
when he went into the army *That's right y'all his name is* Johnny Johnny
Ryall I looked out the window and seen his bald head I ran to the fridge
        and pulled out an egg Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair
        Launched that shot and he was caught out there Saw the convertible
driving by Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly He went for his to find
he didn't have one Put him in check correct with my egg gun The egg a
symbol of life Go inside your house and bust out your wife Pulled out the
jammy he thought it was a joke The trigger I pulled his face the yoke
Reached in his pocket took all his cash Left my man standing with an egg
moustache Suckers they come a dime a dozen And when I say dozen you know
what I'm talking about Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg He was playing the
wall and then he broke his leg Tossed it out the window three minutes hot
Hit the Rastaman he said *bloodclot* Which came first the chicken or the
egg I egged the chicken then I ate his leg Riding the trains in between
cars When I pull out the station *you're gonna get yours* Drive by eggings
plaguing L.A. *Yo they just got my little cousin ese* Sometimes hard boiled
sometimes runny It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy People laugh it's
no joke My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke *Now they got me in a
cell* but I don't care It was then that I caught catching people out there
We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back We began to attack the
eggs did crack on Haze's back Sam I am down with the program Green eggs and
ham Yosemite Sam Come Halloween you know I come strapped I throw it at a
sucker K-pap You made the mistake you judge a man by his race You go
through life with egg on your face You woke up in the morning with a
peculiar feeling You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
Families puck rocks the businessman I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand
Not like the crack that you put in a pipe But crack on your forehead here's
a towel now wipe They can't catch me never gonna find me They're never
gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter Pulled over to the
river to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the
bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing across the country listening to my
8 track Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack Long
distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular She said that she was
sorry and I said yeah the hell you were Check my rear view mirror check the
gold tooth display Check the odometer and I was on my way Cause I'm a high
plains drifter the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter a pirate on
cassette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't
step to me or you're gonna get mushed Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes
Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the
Motel 6 It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks Concoct a black and
tan in my brandy snifter I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter Cash flow
getting low so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a
better place to rob Left the car outside with the engine still revvin' Time
to get busy at 7-Eleven Went inside to make my withdrawal I would've took
what he had had had I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me
on the price So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice Mellow
like Jell-O cool like lemonade Made my getaway and I thought that I had it
made I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star Look in my rearview
mirror seen a police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I
couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary Crazy
Larry on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I
did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi
straight and I pulled over to the right Cop knocked on my window and said
Boy where's the fire you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front
tire *Outta the car longhair* your goose is cooked Read me my rights
fingerprinted and booked Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury Wherever I
hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry Every dog will have its
day and mine will be in front of a jury I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm
never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the
tank with the drunk called Otis With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of
3-day old beer My man turned to me and said why are you here? I said I'm
charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing Phony paper passing at Nix
Check Cashing Went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key Harry Houdini'd out the
cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee Took the bailiff's wallet and went
straight to O.T.B. I had a good feeling easy come easy go I bet on one
horse to win and your mother to show And sure enough that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win Broke into my new car
with a wire coat hanger Hot wired hot wheeled and *Suzy is a headbanger*
Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over Like bumping
around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover Expanding
the horizons and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of sucker
M.C. amateurs Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z. Ben Franklin with the
kite getting over with the key Rock shocking the mic as many times times
the times tables Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables I've been
dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge An M.C. to a degree
that you can't get in college The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I
eat I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium the
radium E M D squared Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared
It's the sound of science Public service announcement time and money for
girls covered with honey You lie and aspire to be as cunning Reeling and
rockin' and rollin' B size D cup Order the quarter deluxe why don't you
wake up My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector Had to get up to get
the Jimmy protector Went berserk and worked and exploded She woke up in the
morning and her face was coated Buddy you study the man on the mic D. do
what you like Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration To peep that freak
unique penetration I figured out who makes the crack It's the suckers with
the badges and the blue jackets A professor of science cause I keep
droppin' it I smell weak cause you keep poppin' it People always asking
what's the phenomenon Yo what's up know what's going on No one really knows
what I'm talking about Yeah that's right my name's Yauch Ponce De Leon
constantly on The fountain of youth not Robotron Peace is a word I've heard
before So move and move and move upon the dance floor I'm gonna die gonna
die one day Cause I'm goin and goin and goin this way Not like a roach or a
piece of toast I'm going out first class not going out coach Rock my Adidas
never rock Fila *I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla* With my
nose I knows and with my scopes I scope What I live I write and that is
strictly rope I've got science for any occasion Postulating theorems
formulating equations Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken
gizzards with a girl named Lizzy Dropping science like when Galileo dropped
his orange Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet Never sleep alone
because Jimmy's the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When
the troubles arise I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like
the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me
young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside
your B.M.W. I got lucky I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I
schlepped on my mitten Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing Proud
Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay
the tool Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Customs jail me over an herb
seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed Not perfect grammar always
perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds Out of
your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and
your mother Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so
what the fuck you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side Cause you know why a you
see H. I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place Takin' life as it comes no
fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on
my box makin' music for the many Know alota funky girls who like to do
their thing A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin'
like Bob Dylan I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little
dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit
man I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's limp
dick Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy
things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a
dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's
affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got
your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood yes
sorry charlie Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your
only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you
clock me you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac My
veins are like vines Filled with red wine Poetry in motion coconut lotion I
had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced
little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Give time
for your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you
let me So peace out now, and keep peacing out Full throttle to the bottle
and full full clout And I'm out Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to
        ya There never was a city kid truer and bluer There's more to me
        than you'll ever know And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Ton
Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck
Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out
looking for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and
dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on my bib I'm
wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing I'll bring you back to
the place and your dress I'm peeling Your body's on time and your mind is
appealing Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling Some such
nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing Talking to a girl telling her I'm
all knowing She's talking to the kid to the who I'm telling here every lie
that you know that I never did Me in the corner with a good looking
daughter I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter We were
cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet In my apartment I
begged her please stop it The gift of gab is the gift that I have And that
girl ain't nothing but the blue plate crab Special at Woodman's in Essex
Mass Educated no stupid yes And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh I'm
not James at 15 or Chachi in charge I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living
large With the white sassoons and the looks that kill Makin' love in the
back of my Coupe De Ville I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on
zootie I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie Cause I
don't kinda go for that messin' around You be listening to my records' a
number one sound Step to the rhythm step step to the ride I've got an open
mind so why don't you all get inside Tune in tune on to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like fish to my line She's got a gold tooth you know she's
hardcore She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door Break up
with your girl it ended in tears Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear I call
her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking The phone booth on the
[Image] corner is damp and it's stinking She said come on over it was me
that she missed I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I