Oh Word?

Yo, what's up, sucker MC's?
 Check the footnotes, y'all
 Word up
 Freddie will bite your ass
 (Arf!) Oh word?
 (Adrock) Yo, what the schnitzel, we back
 Shit's getting duller and duller and that's the fact
 I don't care what you heard or care what you seen
 I swear it wasn't me in "Bear" magazine
 Because I'm not that hairy, oh contrary
 I go with the flow though the tempo varies
 So twist the cap and pop the cork
 You know it's Adrock, made in New York
 Oh word?
 (MCA) What the ponytail, I don't eat snail
 I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail
 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls
 And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls
 I'll be rockin' parties from block to block
 And block party to party, the neighborhood's on lock
 So hide your eyes. Wait, I saw you looking
 The name's MCA, made in Downtown Brooklyn
 Oh word?
 (Mike D) Yo, what the parsley, parsley to the teeth
 I'm a rhyme style writer, you're a rhyme style thief
 I may be paranoid, you tried to fade me
 Here's a song for you, "Lady"
 Make you bug out like you don't know what to do
 Your momma says, "Shame on you"
 When you're dancing with the crew
 So get that poor chicken up off that fork
 My name's Mike D, made in New York
 Oh word?
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 (Adrock) Yo what the falafel, you gotta get up awful
 Early to fool, Mr. Furley
 And that's word to Aunt Shirley, and you could
 Stick your head in the toilet, give yourself a swirlie
 Listen up, biters. Go, please stop
 While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop
 Believe what you heard when you talk
 You know it's Adrock, made in New York
 Oh word?
 (MCA) What the phone booth, word to hair mousse
 You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth
 Don't mean to dis but I've gotta point out
 The hog's tooth belongs inside the hog's mouth
 Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees
 I'll have dog pemmican with my tea
 Now pass me the wok 'cause I'm cookin'
 The name's MCA, made in Downtown Brooklyn
 Oh word?
 (Mike D) Yo, what the doofus, say good night
 You're Snidely Whiplash, I'm Dudley Do-you-right
 Times are off the hinges, leave your two-way at the door
 We're all up the creek, a long way from shore
 I'm not walking around, looking to get you cake
 The D is for Diamond, and it's not for Drake
 This is not a fantasy, I'm not Mr. O'Rourke
 The name is Mike D, made in New York
 Oh word?