Squat!

Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?
 You know we got a party man, get the other record!
 (Here we go)
 "(Let it go!) Just one more time!"
 It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D
 I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.
 Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
 Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
 Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas
 And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop
 Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?
 The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV
 I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide
 We like four planets on the mic
 Aligned arrays retired all in the days
 Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames
 When I was nine, I played with slime
 Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
 I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung
 I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!
 Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)
 Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies
 Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
 Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
 (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid
 (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid
 (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack
 And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack
 (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world
 For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
 (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this
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 Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock
 Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!
 It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse
 Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass
 But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)
 You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher
 Get on the mic if you love all the creatures
 Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda
 Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter
 Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and
 Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)
 Firm on the mic since my days of a child
 Got a "License To Ill" to flash to police
 The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys
 Bringin "Noise" like P.E. to your TV
 Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed
 Stripped to the rhyme
 And every line made from scratch
 Attached like stripes to shell-toes
 Thin spools that hold the herb
 Mike what's the word? (WORD!)
 It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la
 Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras
 Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh
 And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La
 (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real
 (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal
 (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still
 So here's another dose for you to feel!
 Put ya body in it!
 Come on, squat
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 I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused
 This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused
 It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson
 If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'
 Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump
 The people in the back, they're not the whack whack
 The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle
 And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!
 In my VW I done swung an ep' or two
 The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that
 Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls
 Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock
 Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper
 From the middle school like the educated rapper
 I'm known as an occupational MC
 You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!
 It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)
 Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)
 Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages
 Seen (all over the globe) and all the types
 Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear
 (to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views
 From two crews spittin' for the art of it
 We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)
 Started it ever since we minced meat
 You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog
 Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)
 In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out
 Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done
 So come on party people
 Have (have) have (have) have fun!
 "(Let it go!) Just one more time!"