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And on the cool check in 
Center stage on the mic 
And we're puttin' it on wax 
It's the new style 
 
Four and three and two and one What up! 
And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!) 
Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't 
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint 
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick 
I'm not surprised you're on my dick 
B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D. 
Ah yeah, that's me 
I got franks and pork and beans 
Always bust the new routines 
I get it - I got it, I know it's good 
The rhymes I write - you wish you would  
I'm never in training - my voice is not straining 
People always biting and I'm sick of complaining 
So I went into the locker room during classes 
Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses 
You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan 
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin' 
 
There it is - kick it!!! 
 
Father to many - married to none 
And in case you're unaware I carry a gun 
Stepped into the party - the place was over packed 
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back 
I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped 
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped 
I got money in the bank - I can still get high 
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly 
I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed 
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head 
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page 
The girlie's I like are underage Check it! 
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like 
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike 
Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green 
I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been 
 
There it is - kick it!!! 
 
You wanna know why - because I'm 
October 31st - that is my date of birth 
I got to the party and I did the Smurf 
Taxing all females from coast to coast 
And when I get my fill I'm chilly most 
We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel 
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell 
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best 
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west 
K-I-N-G-A-D whammy 
All the fly ladies are on my jammy 
Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental 
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental 
Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt 
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt 
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo 
Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo 
 
Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop 
And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...mmm drop 
 
Coolin' on the corner on a hot summers day 
Just me, my posse and M.C.A. 
A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing 
Twenty-two automatic on my person 
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger 
My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger 
Some voices got treble - some voices got bass 
We got the kind of voices that are in your face 
Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun 
Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum 
I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block 
I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock 
I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice 
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce 
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads 
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads