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Beastie Boys The Sounds Of Science Shake Your Rump (Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.) Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat Yea... I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night so like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat oowah oowah is my disco call MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose man I'm on time homie... that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point It's the joint Mike D yea... with your bad self running things what was that... With your bad breath onion rings Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz Hurricane you got clout Other DJ's he'll put your head out A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme Or do my thing I'm In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel I might be freakin' or peakin' but I rock well The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols I got the peg leg at the end of my stump Shake your rump A full clout ya'll, a full clout ya'll And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out ya'll A full clout... Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest Yeah we've got beef chief We're knocking out teeth chief And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith I'm Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip no skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope a dope dookies all around the neck *Whoo ha yo garcon the cheque* Running from the law the press and the parents *Is your name Michael Diamond?* No mine's Clarence From downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump Shake your rump Agh-oooooo.... |
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