(A) 59 Christie Street      There's a girl over there   With long brown hair   I took her to the place   I threw the mattress in her face      Took off her shirt   Took off her bra   Took off her pants   You know that I saw      A wick-wick-wack      (B) Get On The Mic      One, two      Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song   Out to my main homie, Mike D      Alright, lets kick it   Ready, go      Get on the mic   Get get on the mic   Just get on the mic   Get on the mic, Mike      Let's be real and don't cloud the issue   The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to   People say that they be missin' me and missin' you   Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to      You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this   I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus   One half science, and another half soul   Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll      Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno   Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no      So just get on the mic   Just get on the mic   Get get on the mic   Get on the mic, Mike      Well Mike D is a special individual   Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals   Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low   Mike on the mic and bust with the solo      Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish   Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish      At the fever      (C) Stop That Train      It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale   I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail   Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station   D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation      This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train   They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine   And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token   Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking      Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout   Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"   You know you light up when the lights go down   And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown      Same faces every day but you don't know their names   Party people going places on the D-Train      {Stop that train, I wanna get off}      Check it      Trench coat wing tip going to work   And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk   Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts   I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz      Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor   Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door   Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity   Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity      A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace   The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased   Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin   Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'      Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform   Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm   Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes   Over the loud speaker about the hard times      Sat across from a man reading El Diario   Riding the train down from the El Barrio   Went from the station to Orange Julius   I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias      (D) Year And A Day      MC, for what I am, and do   The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true      So as pray and hope and the message is sent   And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt   Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three   Me and Adam and D were born to MC      And my body and soul and mind are pure   Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure   Just lyrics from I to you recited   Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted      Enter the arena as I take the center stage   The lights set low and the night has come of age   Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional   Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special      I am the one and I am the master   I am the king and this is my castle   Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past   Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last      And you can bet your ass      I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking   I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend   Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along   Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong      Broke my bindings, the lion with wings   Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing   I am one with myself as I turn to The   I prefer the dreams to the reality      I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife   Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife   But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day   Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day      Come what may      I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout   Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout   Fishing for a line inside my brain   And looking out at the world through my window pane      Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained   Everything has changed but remains the same   So once again the mirror raised   And I see myself as clear as day      And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny   Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me   He who sees the end from the beginning of time   Looking forward through all the ages   Is, was, and always shall be   Check the prophetic sections of the pages      Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave   He goes by the name of Disco Dave      Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave   Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave   Disco Dave   Disco Dave      (E) Hello Brooklyn      Hello Brooklyn      New York, New York, it's a hell of a town   You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down   Because they don't know my name, only know my initials   Building bombs in the attic for elected officials      I quit my job, I cut my hair   You know I cut my boss because I don't care   You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle   You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle      'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of   You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off   I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway   Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say      I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors   I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor      'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza   If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped   I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza   If you ask a question, then you will get your answer      Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt   M.O.N.E.Y. the belt   I stay at home just like a hermit   I got the jammy but I don't got the permit      You know why?   You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick   Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick   I ride around town cause my ride is fly   I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}      (F) Dropping Names      (Take PCP)      He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost   He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost   She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast   He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost      Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white   When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?   I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus   Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous      My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian   If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying   Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it   {Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}      (G) Lay It On Me      Lay it on me now   Not so hard man      Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits   Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots   More updated on the hip-hop lingo   My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo      Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card   Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte   Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne   They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man      Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine   That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time   Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum   'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum      With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin   I'm not bluffin'   Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'   Stuffin', stuffin'      Stuff it buddy      (H) Mike On the Mic      Here's another one for ya'll to peep   It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?      I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle   I laid the bait and then she took the tackle   Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster   Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter      I've never met a girl that was too finicky   If the press has their way then they're going to finish me   You might know this, but you've never been to see   If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D      I shed light like cats shed fur   Ride around town like a Raymond Burr   I'm so high that they call me Your Highness   So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness      I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to   I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to   I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it   {It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}      (I) A.W.O.L      DJ Hurricane      When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   I go A.W.O.L.      Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   I go A.W.O.L.      When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   I go A.W.O.L.      When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   He goes A.W.O.L.      Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   [Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?   Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?   [Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?   [Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?      Jazzy Jay in the house   Bad Brains in the house   Original Concept in the house      Good night Amsterdam      Now I want you all to break this down      To all the girls   To all the girls