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Squat!

Turn that shit off man, what's wrong with you man?

You know we got a party man, get the other record

(Here we go)

(Let it go)

Just one more time, from 'Stix N Stonz'It's the M I K E, ohh, to the D

I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.

Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree

Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2GTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas

And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop

Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me

The guy ya bit ya style from off the TVI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day

My essays are felt worldwide

We like four planets on the mic

Aligned arrays retired all in the days

Game, too blam for these lames

(Baby, baby)When I was nine, I played with slime

Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes

I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung

I got my own crew called the nasal tongueYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin'

(Okay)

Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies

Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box

Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix(Disc jock)

It be some classic material kid

(Disc jock)

Got the calm cats blowin' their lid

(Disc jock)

You get plush off the rackAnd buy plenty or more we got em by the stack

(Disc jock)

Got us walkin' all over the world

For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls

(Disc jock)

You can't get enough when we servin' thisCome on Squat, come on Squat

Come on Squat, come on Squat

Come on Squat, come on Squat

Come on Squat, come on SquatNow we'd like to introduce to you, Ad RockAd Rock in the house you don't stop

It's the B E A S T I E B O Y S with the most finesse

Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass

But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass

(What?)

You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher

Get on the mic if you love all the creaturesWell yeah, I got these fishes swimmin' 'round my baracuda

Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter

Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level

And smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle

(Oww)Firm on the mic since my days of a child

Got a 'License Too Ill' to flash to police

The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys

Bringin' 'Noise' like P.E. to your TVAiyyo, this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed

Stripped to the rhyme

And every line made from scratch

Attached like stripes to shell-toes

Thin spools that hold the herb

Mike what's the word?

(Word)It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la

Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardis Gras

Party people cross and bump they go, ooh, and they, ahh

And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La(Disc jock)

Get the people dancin for real

(Disc jock')

Theater holdin' mass appeal

(Jock)(Disc jock)

You can't get enough still

So here's another dose for you to feel

Put ya body in itCome on Squat, come on Squat

Come on Squat, come on Squat

Come on Squat, come on Squat

Come on Squat, come on SquatI'm feelin' good, damn good but also confused

This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused

It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson

If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'Now, the people in the front, you do the bump, bump

The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack

The people in the middle, come on and wiggle, wiggle

And the people on the side, we can all take a rideIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two

The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that

Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls

Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad RockWell, I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper

From the middle school like the educated rapper

I'm known as an occupational MC

You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly

(Rock)

Reachin' elevations too far for the eye

(Eye)

Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages

Seen and all the types

(All over the globe)Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear

(To clean out ya lobe)

And listen to a few views

From two crews spittin' for the art of it

We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of itStarted it ever since we minced meat

You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog

Stay there, I'ma play there

('Cuz they pay there)

In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we outSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done

So come on party people

Have, have, have fun

(Have, have)(Let it go)

Just one more time, from 'Stix N Stonz'

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