Boys Beastie lyrics
Boys Beastie lyrics
"Hold It Now, Hit It Lyrics"
Medicocriminal Entomology Lyrics
When unidentified remains are relinquished to our care That are so decayed and liquefied as to make diagnosis quite a chore When the putrescent canvas of death is teeming with bristling life With tiny anthropoid stowaways nestled in every pore... My autopsy technicians mistake the corpse shudder for a cadaveric spasm But upon
When unidentified remains are relinquished to our care That are so decayed and liquefied as to make diagnosis quite a chore When the putrescent canvas of death is teeming with bristling life With tiny anthropoid stowaways nestled in every pore... My autopsy technicians mistake the corpse shudder for a cadaveric spasm But upon
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pocket with another dollar bill
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got home because I'm out all day
What's the time? - it's time to buy ale
Peter eater - parking meter all of the time
If I run out of ale - it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking - chicken eating - dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Dow with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle
Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle
(chorus) Hold it now - hit it!<
Old To Begin Lyrics
Embrace the senile genius Watch him re?nvent the wheel I don't need your summary acts, summary acts To give into the narrative age Old to begin I will set you back, set you back, set you Old to begin I will set you back, set you back, set you You get to feeling like a fixture Set in 1966 Time came
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Embrace the senile genius Watch him re?nvent the wheel I don't need your summary acts, summary acts To give into the narrative age Old to begin I will set you back, set you back, set you Old to begin I will set you back, set you back, set you You get to feeling like a fixture Set in 1966 Time came
M.C. - Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.
I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony - "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A.
Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising - I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car - I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice
My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis
I can relate The story of my life No brighter hope No stronger emotion I believed I could die over you How you could ever Break down and never see me through Through my darkest night And as I lie awake One prayer within me burning And there's no price on what you hold Till it's gone A
(repeat chorus)
Hip-hop, body rockin' - doing the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps
I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerk
Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're wet behind the ears
You like men - and we like beer.
La Dernire Marche Lyrics
De loin ils sont venus, de par l'autre mer La coque heurtant les crtes durcies par les nuits froides Hautes silhouettes de pluie dresses sur l'horizon Ils striaient l'eau dormante de blmes corchures Au matin ils ont march le long des mornes plaines Les pierres, une une, ont roul sous leurs pas Dans le fracs des armes qui bat
(repeat chorus)
King of the Ave. with the Def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
Cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed
Pump it up homeboy - just don't stop
Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot
I take no slack cause I got the knack
And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack
The King Adrock - that is my name
And you're drinking Moet - we got the champagne
A quarter dropping - going shopping buying wigs
Surgeon general cut professor - D.J. Thigs
(repeat chorus