B-Boy Bouillabaisse

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
To all the girls
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials

Stuff it buddy
Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast

Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

One half science, and another half soul

Sat across from a man reading El Diario

Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I prefer the dreams to the reality
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum
Disco Dave
(B) Get On The Mic
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Alright, lets kick it

[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?
With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I've never met a girl that was too finicky

I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus

Lay it on me now
And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
(C) Stop That Train
Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}
Went from the station to Orange Julius

I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it

He goes A.W.O.L.
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Get on the mic

Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
With long brown hair
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt

Fishing for a line inside my brain

Get get on the mic

Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum

(F) Dropping Names
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots

The lights set low and the night has come of age
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
MC, for what I am, and do
I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Good night Amsterdam
I stay at home just like a hermit
Out to my main homie, Mike D
I shed light like cats shed fur

Over the loud speaker about the hard times
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Enter the arena as I take the center stage
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
Hello Brooklyn

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous
You know that I saw
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
You know why?
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
He goes by the name of Disco Dave
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
(E) Hello Brooklyn
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
Bad Brains in the house

People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform

But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Just lyrics from I to you recited

Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown
Just get on the mic
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
Get get on the mic
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no
There's a girl over there
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I am one with myself as I turn to The
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
(D) Year And A Day

Just get on the mic
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
One, two
Everything has changed but remains the same

Took off her shirt
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
And looking out at the world through my window pane
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I threw the mattress in her face
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
(Take PCP)
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
(G) Lay It On Me
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Took off her bra
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
I go A.W.O.L.

I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
I go A.W.O.L.
I took her to the place
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Jazzy Jay in the house

Well Mike D is a special individual

Not so hard man

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza

Same faces every day but you don't know their names

Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
(I) A.W.O.L
Disco Dave
And I see myself as clear as day
When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr

I'm not bluffin'
A wick-wick-wack
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three

Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white

Now I want you all to break this down

Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past

I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
Stuffin', stuffin'
I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors

Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Original Concept in the house
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
I go A.W.O.L.
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout

I am the king and this is my castle
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
Ready, go
I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife

At the fever
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
DJ Hurricane
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Come what may
So just get on the mic
Check it
My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
So as pray and hope and the message is sent
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He who sees the end from the beginning of time

Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
Trench coat wing tip going to work
Looking forward through all the ages

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town

Get on the mic, Mike
Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
Is, was, and always shall be
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped

D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation
You might know this, but you've never been to see
I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I quit my job, I cut my hair
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
And you can bet your ass
You know you light up when the lights go down
So once again the mirror raised
(H) Mike On the Mic
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Get on the mic, Mike
Broke my bindings, the lion with wings

And my body and soul and mind are pure

If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
Party people going places on the D-Train

M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
I am the one and I am the master
Riding the train down from the El Barrio

And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token

Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
Took off her pants
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle