MIC CHECK, MIC CHECK
ONE, TWO, THREE
TOO MANY RAPPERS AND
THERE'S STILL NOT ENOUGH M.C.S
IT GOES THREE, TWO, ONE
MA, AD-ROCK, MIKE D.
THAT'S HOW WE GET IT DONE, LIKE
LADIES AND GENTS, ATTENTION
NAS IN THE HOUSE
WITH BEASTIE BOYS
WE CAN TURN IT OUT
PERPETRATORS
WE CAN POINT 'EM OUT
SO, IF YOU GOT SOMETHIN'
ON YOUR MIND, LET IT OUT
YO, I BEEN IN THE GAME
SINCE BEFORE YOU WAS BORN
I MIGHT STILL BE M.C.-ING
EVEN AFTER YOU'RE GONE
STRANGE THOUGHT, I KNOW
BUT MY SKILLS STILL GROW
THE EIGHTIES, THE NINETIES
TWO-THOUSANDS AND, SO
ON AND ON
UNTIL THE CRACK OF DAWN
UNTIL THE YEAR
THREE-THOUSAND AND BEYOND
STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND I M.C.
AND NEVER DIE, 'CAUSE DEATH
IS THE COUSIN OF SLEEP
BECAUSE I'M BACK WITH A BANG
BOOGIE, OOGIE-OOGIE
STRAWBERRY LETTER
TWENTY-THREE, LIKE SHUGGIE
OH, MY GOD, JUST LOOK AT ME
GRANDPA BEEN RAPPIN'
SINCE EIGHTY-THREE
I'M SUPERSONIC LIKE J.J. FAD
CRAZY AS THIS
PULLIN' OUT THE BAG
DON'T FORGET THE TARTAR SAUCE
YO, 'CAUSE IT'S SAD
ALL THESE CRAB RAPPERS
THEY'RE RAPPIN' LIKE CRABS
I HAVE CARTE-BLANCHE
THE VAGABOND
NAS IS THE NARCISSIST
MY POCKETS ARE ROTUND
I'M NO KILLER
BUT COMPARED TO YOU
I'M MORE REAL-A
YOU AIN'T A SHOT
A MOBSTER OR A DRUG DEALER
A SLUG PEELER, YOU'RE NOT
MAFIOSO, NO
YOU AIN'T GOT THE CUT-THROAT
IN YA, BEGINNER
I AIN'T TRY'NA
HEAR YOUR RACKET
YOU WORK WITH POLICE, DOG
YOU SNITCH, YOU RAT
YOU WEAR THAT JACKET
H-H-HOW MANY RAPPERS
MUST GET DISSED
GIMME EIGHT BARS
AND WATCH ME BLESS THIS
I START TO REMINISCE
OOH, WHEN I MISS
THE REAL HIP-HOP
WITH WHICH I PERSIST
LIKE RUM IN MOJITOS
BULLETS AND BANDITOS
MATZOH BALLS IN SOUP
JACKETS AND TROOP
YES, Y'ALL, THIS IS ONE
FOR THE HISTORY BOOK
NASTY NAS, WHAT'S THE WORD
COUNT IT OFF ON THE HOOK
ONE, TWO, THREE
TOO MANY RAPPERS AND
THERE'S STILL NOT ENOUGH M.C.S
IT GOES THREE, TWO, ONE
MA, AD-ROCK, MIKE D.
THAT'S HOW WE GET IT DONE, LIKE
LADIES AND GENTS, ATTENTION
NAS IN THE HOUSE
WITH BEASTIE BOYS
WE CAN TURN IT OUT
PERPETRATORS
WE CAN POINT 'EM OUT
SO, IF YOU GOT SOMETHIN'
ON YOUR MIND, LET IT OUT
'CAUSE THIS THE TYPE OF LYRIC
GOES INSIDE YOUR BRAIN
TO BLOW YOU RUBBISH RAPPERS
STRAIGHT OUT THE FRAME
MY LYRICS SPIN 'ROUND
LIKE A HURRICANE TWISTER
SO, GET YOUR HOLOGRAM
ON-A OFF-A WOLF BLITZER
TOO MANY RAPPERS TO SHAKE
A STICK AT, I OUGHT-A CHARGE
A TAX FOR EVERY WEAK RAP
I HAD TO LISTEN TO
'CAUSE WE'D BE MAKIN' STACKS
LIKE STAX RECORDS
MY SQUAD, WE GOT A PACT
WE'RE NEVER COMIN' WHACK
TO ALL YOU CRAB RAPPERS
AND HACKERS
AND CIRCUIT-BENDERS
TWEAKED ON SPLENDA
I... TAKE THE CAKE
I STOLE THE MOULD
THE GOLDEN MICROPHONE
WELL, THAT'S MINE TO HOLD
NOW WHY ARE ALL THESE BITERS
ALL UP IN MY AIR SPACE
SNIFFIN', BUFFIN', HUFFIN'
AND MEAN MUGGIN'
WITH A BLIMPIE-BLUFFIN
BACK UP OFF ME, SUCKERS
YOU AIN'T SAYIN' NOTHIN'
I'M BROADER THAN BROADWAY
I WAS THE PROJECT HALLWAY
DUAL TAPE RECORDER
LACIN' ORATORIALS ALL DAY
I'M JUST GETTIN' STARTED
ON THIS BEAT, THIS IS MY PLAY
AND WHEN THE SONG'S FINISHED
I CAN SING ALONG WITH THIS
BY THE WAY
I HAVE A STRONG FETISH
FOR CHRISTIAN
LOUBOUTIN STEPPERS
I HEAR RUSSIAN BLONDE'S
THE WETTEST
BUT ANYWAY, I BETTER PAY
HOMAGE TO MY FELLAS
AND THAT'S WHAT'S ON MY MIND
AND THE RHYME, WHO'S NEXT UP
MIKE D. THE MAN OF MYSTERY
HISTORY IN THE MAKIN'
AND NOW WE'RE TAKIN'
TITLES, AWARDS AND ACCOLADES
SCARIN' THE COMPETITION
AS I SHARPEN MY BLADES
WE COME TOGETHER
LIKE PEANUT BUTTER
AND SANDWICHES
LIKE PEN AND PAPER
LIKE PICASSO AND CANVASES
ROCKIN' STADIUMS
AND RUBBISH BARS
GO BACK IN TIME
SEND A FAX FROM MY CAR
ONE, TWO, THREE
TOO MANY RAPPERS AND
THERE'S STILL NOT ENOUGH M.C.S
IT GOES THREE, TWO, ONE
MA, AD-ROCK, MIKE D.
THAT'S HOW WE GET IT DONE, LIKE
LADIES AND GENTS, ATTENTION
NAS IN THE HOUSE
WITH BEASTIE BOYS
WE CAN TURN IT OUT
PERPETRATORS
WE CAN POINT 'EM OUT
SO, IF YOU GOT SOMETHIN'
ON YOUR MIND, LET IT OUT