So Mike D What`s Up? Yo Yauch What`s Up? Come On Mike Let`s
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many
Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You
Know He`s Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He`ll Build
You A Cabinet I`m Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It`s
His Girdle That`s Tipping Me Off Mike D`s Out Back And He`s Growing
Onions I`ve Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon`s I`ve Been
Going Nuts Gettin` All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I`m
Getting Souped Up It`s Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New
Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I`m After I`ll Be In
The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They`ll Even Print My
Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here`s Another Special Of The Day
I`ve Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet
Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It
Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put
The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound
At Which Many Were Shocked I`ve Got A Million Ideas That I Ain`t
Even Rocked I`ve Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head
Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You`re An Idea Man
Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You`re Bound To Take A Stand
`Cause I`m Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of
Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It`s
Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat
Yo Yauch What`s Up? Mike D What`s Up? Come On Yauch, Let`s Tear
It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of
Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park `Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme
Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The
Rhyme`s A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don`t Bite
My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I`ll Be Thinking
`Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And
Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You`ve Never Even Seen
Before What I`m Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift
Store I Won`t Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time
To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya
Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles `Cause There`s
So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank
Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks
I`ll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I`ll Sell All My Stuff
"I`m Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I`ve Had Enough"
