Now I chill real ill when I start to chill    When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills    Sipping pints of ale out the window sill    When I get my fill I'm chilly chill    Now I just got home because I'm out on bail    What's the time? - it's time to buy ale    Peter eater - parking meter all of the time    If I run out of ale - it's Thunderbird wine    Miller drinking - chicken eating - dress so fly    I got friends in high places that are keeping me high    Dow with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle    Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle       (chorus) Hold it now - hit it!          M.C. - Adam Yauch in the place to be    And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.    I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney    For real, not phony - "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni    I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day    And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A.    Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising - I'm never ever losing    I'm in my car - I'm going far and dust is what I'm using    Around the way is where I'm from    And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum    Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice    My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis          Hold it now, hit it!         Hip-hop, body rockin' - doing the do    Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue    Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps    My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps    I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce    I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose    Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum    I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from    Cheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerk    Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work    You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're we behind the ears    You like men - and we like beer.          Hold it now, hit it!         King of the Ave. with the Def female    You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale    Cooling at the crib watching my TV    Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed    Pump it up homeboy - just don't stop    Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot    I take no slack cause I got the knack    And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack    The King Adrock - that is my name    And you're drinking Moet - we got the champagne    A quarter dropping - going shopping buying wigs    Surgeon general cut professor - D.J. Thigs          Hold it now, hit it!