"I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now.
Never. It's all been leading up to this moment.
All right nowright here.
My whole liferight here...."
We got rhyme selections in a wide array
J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez (I have some goodie goods for you to eat)
The party people scream "Ouioui c'est vrai!" (Yes yesit's true)
'Cause I got a remote for my B-Day
Hey I'm A-D-R-O-C-K
I use a microphone like Picasso* used clay
Down with records from around the way
Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay
I rock on the mic from here to Bombay
I'll give it my best and say "Come what may"
'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay
I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pelé
Gettin' oldlike Ali "Boomba Yay"*
So fed up with my Caesar toupee
It's time to speak up and not turn away
Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to loveyou're in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height
I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright
Created a monster with these rhymes I write
Don't say mine are wackplease say goodnight
Now here's a little something that you might not like
My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike
It's a real pity that you people gotta bite
But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice
Readin' in the news'cause I'm Country Mike
Use a microphone like Shazam use tights
Try to keep clear of that hate and spite
So I keep my mind stilllike the still of night
Now who in the world do you want to fight
It's against the system we should unite
Homophobics say "Alright..."
If you learn to love then you might love life
Bringin' back that old New York rap....
Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts
So many billionaires while so many lacks*
To afford the poor decide to react
Come on party peopleshare up your stacks
NowI'm a' break it down to the brass tacks*
Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch
You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch
Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch
I'd like to have a say on the income tax
Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts
No money for health careso what's the catch?
The man got you locked with no keys to the latch
Mike and Adam have got my back
You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps
Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack
Don't smoke cheebacan't stand crack*
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