Mic check, mic check      One, one, two, two, three, three   Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees   It goes three, three, two, two, one, 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 emceein' even after you're gone   Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow   The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so      On and on until the crack of dawn   Until the year 3000 and beyond   Stay up all night, and I emcee and never die   'Cause death is the cousin of sleep      Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie   Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie   Oh, my God, just look at me   Grandpa been rappin' since '83      Oh, I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad   Got crazy ass shit pullin' out the bag   Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad   All these crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs      I have carte blanche, the vagabond   Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund   I'm no killa, 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 cutthroat in ya, beginner   I ain't tryin' to hear your racket   You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket      How many rappers must get dissed   Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this   I start to reminisce, oh, when I miss   The real hip hop with which I persist      Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos   Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop   Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books   Nasty Nas, what's the word, count it off on the hook      Let's go! One, one, two, two, three, three   Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees   It goes three, three, two, two, one, 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 bullshit rappers straight out the frame   My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister   So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer      Too many rappers to shake a stick at   I outta charge a tax for every weak rap   I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks   Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack      To all you crab rappers and hackers   And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor   I take the cake, I stole the mold      The golden microphone, well that's mine to hold   And why all these biters all up in my crotch space?   Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin   Back up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'      I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways   Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day   I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay   And when this song finished, y'all 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 shitty bars   Go back in time, send a fax from my car      One, one, two, two, three, three   Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees   It goes three, three, two, two, one, 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