Writer(s): Adam Horovitz, Adam Yauch, Michael Diamond
A- just plug me in
Just like I was Eddie harris
You're eatin' Crazy cheese
Like you would think I'm from paris
You know I get fly
You think I get high
You know that I'm gone
And I'm- a tell ya All why
So tell me Who are you dissin' Maybe I'm missin'
The reason that You're smilin' Or wildin'
So listen In my head I just wanna Take 'em down
Imagination Set loose
and I'm Gonna shake 'em down
Let it flow Like a mud slide
A- when I get on I like to ride and glide
I've got depth Of perception In my text y'all
I get props At my mention 'cause I vex y'all
So what you What you What you want
A- you're so funny
With the money That ya flaunt
I said Where'd you get your Information from
huh You think that You can front
When revelation Comes
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Well they call me Mike
d The ever lovin' man
I'm like spoonie gee
Well I'm The metro politician
You scream
And you holler About my chevy impala
But the sweat Is gettin' wet
Around the ring Around your collar
But like a dream
I'm flowin' Without no stoppin' Sweeter than A cherry pie with Reddi whip toppin'
From mic to mic Kickin' it wall- to- wall
Well I'll be Callin' out you people Like a casting call
A- well it's whacked When you're jacked In the back of a ride
With your know With your flow
When you're out Gettin' by
Believe me A- what ya see Is what ya get
And you see me A- comin' off As you can bet
Well I think I'm losin' my mind This time
This time I'm losin' my mind
That's right Said I think I'm losin' my mind This time
This time I'm losin' my mind
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That I talk about I'm tired of drivin'
It's due time That I walk about
But in the meantime I'm wise to the demise
Got eyes In the back of my head So I realize
A- well I'm dr. spock I'm here to rock y'all
I want ya off the wall If you're playin' The wall
I said what you What you What you want
I said what you What you What you want
Y'all suckers Write me checks And then they bounce
So I reach into My pocket for The fresh amount
See I'm the long leaner Vincent the cleaner
I'm the illest Mother f####r From here to gardena
Well I'm as cool As a cucumber In a bowl of My hot sauce
You never Rhyme or reason But got no cause
But if you're Hot to trot You
think you're Slicker than grease
I've got news For you crews
You'll be suckin' Like a leech
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So what you What you What you want
I said What you What you What you want
I said What you What you What you want
