Billy Madison wrote:
> that one was about alt.beastie.
>
> this one is about the beasties.
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>
> Now listen they s****t yachts and mansions
> IM a monkey times expansiona
> Get on the mic cause you know the mission
> mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
> spitting brass monkey when you scream and shout
> You missed our ***** and you wanted us Ill
> When I get my fill I'm chilly chill And it's chill
> when I hear the talk, so i walk the walk
> And when I'm on the mic - you're the sucka on the block
> Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
> mix masters in the posse and he's more than able
> do you like burgers with cheese like swiss
> He recognized the lyric scheme and he decided to Buddhist
> (boo-this)
> I have got determination -- bass and highs
> benchillin on the spot if the microphone dies
> MCA -sup? I got more flow to give ya
> sometimes you are known as the political leader
> Serve you on a platter like a funky beat
> and I can bug out -It's a trip so neat
> suckers they lighten up a dime a dozen
> lighten up Like the sun metal head's still frozen
> radar detector to tell me where to shoplift
> digging down deep in the record bins
> you lie and aspire to be as cunning
> The Sea is in Orbit as the bees are to honey
> me with the honey and a good looking sister
> I'm on your headphones running through like "hey mister"
> blow the smoke out, visions, haunted tranquilizer
> Why you wanna be ILL when you drink BUDWEISER
> If not for vice grips and some brand new small pliers
> i'd be sweating hits like wet clothes in a dryer
> can't stop my mouth when the bass is running
> not faking just a machine making music so cunning
> I saw a man in brooklyn and explained to a musician
he said get on the mic cuz you know the mission
> dissed in the middle of a mix master beat
> if you can't stand the switchen get out of the heat
> and What You Give up Is What You Get in return
> and Some others feel that they have yet to learn
> at least we are left and I See (N Y C WTC )
> some are working to end this misery, so it be.
> check the funky cost with my life not uptight
> whatcha wanta to do for you, to make it right
> just do it. like 89. YEAH RIGHT!
> You can kiss my ass you funky boss
> like the punks at def. jam and DJ double R's
> you will see when you've got so much clout streaming
> s****ting crazy see thru threads that you've never even seen
> please clear the ICE for the HONKY RING
> we've got the rhyme and reason but no Concert freebies
> sicker than ill just like the beasties
> kills To pay off the suing Booming' Grannies
> old Navy's girl got netty socks and on her butt leather panties
> we've got space on patrol
> and we can better this planet
> if you preach to the world , then it might be as you plan it
> no time for breaking' out like the presents to sell at any price
> someday we shall all be 1 and you know we're nice
> people come together now it's about time jesus christ
> don't need to be judged you got the right
> keep bouncing' lil' bumpkin'
> like thanksgiving stuffing'
> on an island I must be mistaken
> busted In The city When I Awaken
> Some Old Bull**** i got the Ill Communication
> call up little nasty when I'm on vacation
> I'm thinking you are silly when you throw a spiral pick
> then get off my dick like the falcon named vick
> because I've got the flow and no one can stop this
> i can't stand you're scheming, and i plan to drop it
> I shall drive the mustangs going left to right
> you know I'm getting goosebumps when M.C's come fight
> battle rhymes on my burner keep me jamming all night
> with the herb I'm representing burning innocents so bright
> find a mutual respect for 1 another
> technology put me in touch with my former brother
> so many cultures still left behind
> in a 3rd world logic is hard to find
> rage against the machine is a matrix dream
> when 2 are killed, you may begin to scream"
> listen-
> want what you're wi****ng turn the pages back to fiction
> get on the mic cause you know the mission
> It ain't no big secret he switches bass like a ninja
> just cause he is drunk-doesn't mean he will remember ya
> check it out because my head is where I'm At
> get out of my head if you loved heart attack (man)
> he'll be rolling lyircs over You to change your (evil) ways
> rapped about the opposite in my younger days
> there's a b-boy revolution of which you should se aware
> mix master mike's a blast - from out of no (under) where?
> I'm straight from the 80's beating rhymes **** the bull****
> a fan put a countdown, working overtime, so check this
> fast imagery of what you see like hyper space
> Adrock pass the Mike and I'll light up the place
> I pledge here B4 everyone and even beyond
> the Drama, the yoga and the rhymes that spawned
> People always say my style is wild
> Putting Shame In Your Game was pretty mild
> its Resolution Time with this Dope Little Song
> animated thoughts in a world gone wrong
> Mike d beamed in Remotely for his drum solo
> then you bust thru the curtain with Remote Control
> MCA in all orange and the monks are here
> you now he is flowing prose and what you will hear
> So like speakers bust bass I'm gonna carry my rhyme
> Once again I'm all wrapped up in flypaper time
> Mix Master Mike with the scratch and in the know
> There is no other worthy quest So on I go
> all about Tibet and the Buddha's that i know
> Ode To Michelle's Farm whiffleball Bonus Batter
> heres the sheriff now Transit Cop- Holy Snapper!
> Don't think too much I'm a long way from thinking
> the places spaces parks tend to be for drinking
> picture this eyes wide shut to see
> I feel I'm coming down strong with unity
> what do you do when your b-side are alive
> and how much oil does it take just to drive
> i don't like the polluted air when they refine
> but a new Hum2 with valet when i dine
> i thought I'd do a tribute with my time
> so ode to the beasties
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> 'this is mine'
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>
> ..|., 1 month
> hope y'all make it
> *Space Out~
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