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Too Many Rappers Lyrics By Beastie Boys Featuring Nas

    nas
    mic check mic check

    hook nas beastie boys
    one one two two three three
    too many rappers and there’s still not enough mcs
    it goes three three two two one one
    mca adrock 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

    mca
    yo i been in the game since before you was born
    i might still be mcing even after you’re gone
    strange thought i know but my skills still grow
    the 80s the 90s 000s and so
    on and on until the crack of dawn
    until the year 000 and beyond
    stay up all night and i mc and never die
    cause death is the cousin of sleep

    adrock
    because i’m back with a bang boogie oogieoogie
    strawberry letter like shuggie
    oh my god just look at me
    grandpa been rappin’ since ‘8
    i’m supersonic like jj fad
    got crazyass shit pullin’ out the bag
    don’t forget the tartar sauce yo cause it’s sad
    all these crab rappers they’re rappin’ like crabs

    nas
    i have carte blanche the vagabond
    nas is the narcissist my pockets are rotund
    i’m no killa 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 cutthroat in ya beginner
    i ain’t tryin’ to hear your racket
    you work with police dog you snitch you rat
    you wear that jacket

    mike d
    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 books
    nasty nas what’s the word
    count it off on the hook

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    mca
    cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain
    to blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
    my lyrics spin ’round like a hurricane twister
    so get your hologram on offa wolf blitzer
    too many rappers to shake a stick at
    i oughta charge a tax for every weak rap i had to listen to
    cause we be makin’ stacks like stax records
    my squad we gotta pact we’re never coming wack

    adrock
    to all you crab rappers and hackers
    and circuit benders tweaked on splenda
    i take the cake i stole the mold
    the golden microphone well that’s mine to hold
    and why all these biters all up in my crotchspace
    sniffin’ buffin’ huffin’
    and mean muggin’ with a blimpie bluffin
    back up off me suckas you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

    nas
    i’m broader than broadway i was the project hallway
    dual tape recorder lacin’ oratorials all day
    i’m just getting started on this beat this is foreplay
    and when this song’s finished y’all 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
    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 shitty bars
    go back in time send a fax from my car

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    Artist: Beastie Boys Featuring Nas

    Year: 2009

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 360