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Beastie BoysToo Many Rappers (Feat. Nas)

Mic Check
Mic Check
One one two two three three
Too many rappers and
there's still not enough emcees
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
Yo I been in the game
since before you was born
I might still be emceein'
even after you're gone
Strange thought I know but
my skills still grow
The 80's the 90's 2000's and so
On and on until the crack of dawn
Until the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night and I MC
and Never die
cuz death is the cousin sleep
'Cuz i'm back with the bang boogie
oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie
Oh my god just look at me
grandpa been rappin' since 83
Oi'm supersonic like JJ Fad
Got crazy pullin out the bag
Don't forget the tartar
sauce yo cuz it's sad
All these crab rappers
they're rappin' like crabs
I have carte blanche the vagabond
Nas is a narcissist
my pockets are rotund
I'm no killa but compared
to you i'm more realer
You aint a
a mobster or a drug dealer
A slug peeler you're not mafioso no
You aint got the
cutthroat in ya beginner
I aint tryin' to hear your racket
You work with police dog you
snitch you rat you wear that jacket
How many rappers must get dissed
Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist
like Rum in mojitos
Bullets in banditos
Matzah balls and soup
Jackets and Troop
Yes Y'all this is one
for the history books
Nasty Nas what's the word
count it off in the hook
One one two two three three
Too many rappers and
there's still not enough emcees
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

Cuz 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 off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I oughta charge a tax
for every weak rap
I had to listen to
'cuz we be makin' stacks
Like Stax records
My squad we gotta pack
We never coming wack
To all you crab rappers and hackers
And circumventers
souped on splendour
probably wrong
I
take the cake I stole the mould
The golden microphone
well that's mine to hold
And why all these biters all up
in my crotch space
sniffin muffin huffin
And mean muggin' ith a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me sucka
you aint sayin' nothin
I'm broader than Broadway
I was in project hallways
Dual tape recorder lacin'
auditoriums all day
I'm just getting started on this beat
this is foreplay
And when this song finished
y'all can sing along with this
By the way I have a strong fetish
For Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blondes 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 an canvases
Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars
Go back in time
send a fax from my car
One one two two three three
Too many rappers and
there's still not enough emcees
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

Mic Check
Mic Check
One one two two three three
Too many rappers and
there's still not enough emcees
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
Yo I been in the game
since before you was born
I might still be emceein'
even after you're gone
Strange thought I know but
my skills still grow
The 80's the 90's 2000's and so
On and on until the crack of dawn
Until the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night and I MC
and Never die
cuz death is the cousin sleep
'Cuz i'm back with the bang boogie
oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie
Oh my god just look at me
grandpa been rappin' since 83
Oi'm supersonic like JJ Fad
Got crazy pullin out the bag
Don't forget the tartar
sauce yo cuz it's sad
All these crab rappers
they're rappin' like crabs
I have carte blanche the vagabond
Nas is a narcissist
my pockets are rotund
I'm no killa but compared
to you i'm more realer
You aint a
a mobster or a drug dealer
A slug peeler you're not mafioso no
You aint got the
cutthroat in ya beginner
I aint tryin' to hear your racket
You work with police dog you
snitch you rat you wear that jacket
How many rappers must get dissed
Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist
like Rum in mojitos
Bullets in banditos
Matzah balls and soup
Jackets and Troop
Yes Y'all this is one
for the history books
Nasty Nas what's the word
count it off in the hook
One one two two three three
Too many rappers and
there's still not enough emcees
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

Cuz 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 off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I oughta charge a tax
for every weak rap
I had to listen to
'cuz we be makin' stacks
Like Stax records
My squad we gotta pack
We never coming wack
To all you crab rappers and hackers
And circumventers
souped on splendour
probably wrong
I
take the cake I stole the mould
The golden microphone
well that's mine to hold
And why all these biters all up
in my crotch space
sniffin muffin huffin
And mean muggin' ith a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me sucka
you aint sayin' nothin
I'm broader than Broadway
I was in project hallways
Dual tape recorder lacin'
auditoriums all day
I'm just getting started on this beat
this is foreplay
And when this song finished
y'all can sing along with this
By the way I have a strong fetish
For Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blondes 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 an canvases
Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars
Go back in time
send a fax from my car
One one two two three three
Too many rappers and
there's still not enough emcees
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

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