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This karaoke version has been produced by Zoom Karaoke and the recording rights are owned and controlled by Zoom Entertainments Limited - Song lyrics: MIC CHECK, MIC CHECK ONE, TWO, THREE TOO MANY RAPPERS AND THERE’S STILL NOT ENOUGH IT GOES THREE, TWO, ONE MCA, AD-ROCK, 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 EVEN AFTER YOU’RE GONE STRANGE THOUGHT, I KNOW BUT MY SKILLS STILL GROW THE EIGHTIES, THE NINETIES TWO-THOUSANDS AND, SO ON AND ON UNTIL THE CRACK OF DAWN UNTIL THE YEAR THREE-THOUSAND AND BEYOND STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND I M.C. AND NEVER DIE, ’CAUSE DEATH IS THE COUSIN OF SLEEP BECAUSE I’M BACK WITH A BANG BOOGIE, OOGIE-OOGIE STRAWBERRY LETTER TWENTY-THREE, LIKE SHUGGIE OH, MY GOD, JUST LOOK AT ME GRANDPA BEEN RAPPIN’ SINCE EIGHTY-THREE I’M SUPERSONIC LIKE J.J. FAD CRAZY AS THIS PULLIN’ OUT THE BAG DON’T FORGET THE TARTAR SAUCE YO, ’CAUSE IT’S SAD ALL THESE CRAB RAPPERS THEY’RE RAPPIN’ LIKE CRABS I HAVE CARTE-BLANCHE THE VAGABOND NAS IS THE NARCISSIST MY POCKETS ARE ROTUND I’M NO KILLER BUT COMPARED TO YOU I’M MORE REAL-A YOU AIN’T A SHOT A MOBSTER OR A DRUG DEALER A SLUG PEELER, YOU’RE NOT MAFIOSO, NO YOU AIN’T GOT THE CUT-THROAT IN YA, BEGINNER I AIN’T TRY’NA HEAR YOUR RACKET YOU WORK WITH POLICE, DOG YOU SNITCH, YOU RAT YOU WEAR THAT JACKET H-H-HOW MANY RAPPERS MUST GET DISSED GIMME EIGHT BARS AND WATCH ME BLESS THIS I START TO REMINISCE OOH, WHEN I MISS THE REAL HIP-HOP WITH WHICH I PERSIST LIKE RUM IN MOJITOS BULLETS AND BANDITOS MATZOH BALLS IN SOUP JACKETS AND TROOP YES, Y’ALL, THIS IS ONE FOR THE HISTORY BOOK NASTY NAS, WHAT’S THE WORD COUNT IT OFF ON THE HOOK ONE, TWO, THREE TOO MANY RAPPERS AND THERE’S STILL NOT ENOUGH IT GOES THREE, TWO, ONE MCA, AD-ROCK, 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 ’CAUSE THIS THE TYPE OF LYRIC GOES INSIDE YOUR BRAIN TO BLOW YOU RUBBISH RAPPERS STRAIGHT OUT THE FRAME MY LYRICS SPIN ’ROUND LIKE A HURRICANE TWISTER SO, GET YOUR HOLOGRAM ON-A OFF-A WOLF BLITZER TOO MANY RAPPERS TO SHAKE A STICK AT, I OUGHT-A CHARGE A TAX FOR EVERY WEAK RAP I HAD TO LISTEN TO ’CAUSE WE’D BE MAKIN’ STACKS LIKE STAX RECORDS MY SQUAD, WE GOT A PACT WE’RE NEVER COMIN’ WHACK TO ALL YOU CRAB RAPPERS AND HACKERS AND CIRCUIT-BENDERS TWEAKED ON SPLENDA I... TAKE THE CAKE I STOLE THE MOULD THE GOLDEN MICROPHONE WELL, THAT’S MINE TO HOLD NOW WHY ARE ALL THESE BITERS ALL UP IN MY AIR SPACE SNIFFIN’, BUFFIN’, HUFFIN’ AND MEAN MUGGIN’ WITH A BLIMPIE-BLUFFIN BACK UP OFF ME, SUCKERS YOU AIN’T SAYIN’ NOTHIN’ I’M BROADER THAN BROADWAY I WAS THE PROJECT HALLWAY DUAL TAPE RECORDER LACIN’ ORATORIALS ALL DAY I’M JUST GETTIN’ STARTED ON THIS BEAT, THIS IS MY PLAY AND WHEN THE SONG’S FINISHED I CAN SING ALONG WITH THIS BY THE WAY I HAVE A STRONG FETISH FOR CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN STEPPERS I HEAR RUSSIAN BLONDE’S 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 AND CANVASES ROCKIN’ STADIUMS AND RUBBISH BARS GO BACK IN TIME SEND A FAX FROM MY CAR ONE, TWO, THREE TOO MANY RAPPERS AND THERE’S STILL NOT ENOUGH IT GOES THREE, TWO, ONE MCA, AD-ROCK, 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
