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
hook
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
hook
Artist: Beastie Boys Featuring Nas
Year: 2009
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 360