B-Boys In the Cut

To the, to the, to the people up top! Bam! God damn! Holy mackerel, pulling suckers' cards out the satchel You can sleep tonight, it's okay B Boys in the cut and we're here to stay Vibration, sensation Chatter up on the mic and it's an incantation Revelation, elation A little patience with the tribulations Heed my flow, I got more in store Rhymes are not just for breakfast any more Always on vacation, like Clark and Rusty Don't wanna make the beer fest, trust me Your wack style is beyond a pale Heel up, wheel up, to the one Judge Smails Come at me with rain, I'm coming back with hail My broad sword will cut through your chain mail Back up, Mike Well, Adrock, one of the greatest of all time, no disrespect I gotta go for mine Big Mike D, number spitting lead paint Bringing it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah A-D-R-O-C-K spells relief There's holes in my story like Leon Spinks' teeth Good grief, the middle name's Keefe I keep a microphone in a little, weird sheath I'm like Oscar the Grouch Trashy, rockin' Derelicte, flashy I keep it raw y'all Just imagine the 42nd Street C train bathroom I sizzle on the mic like a battered fried fish Pundits in the house say -- WHAT! -- that's rich! This is the type of shit that's gonna scratch that itch Now I'm-a set it off from up inside this bitch I see you're looking at me and thinking 'What him do?' Well, I rap upon this mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou Also known as Pretty Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike I switch up my name pretty much how I like This routine dates way back A lot of people may remember this routine But it's evolved now Yeah, from the summer before last Well, my name is Mike D, and I gotta new name, and that new name is LARRY! Well, my name is Adrock, and then I gotta new name, and my new name is HARRY! Well, my name is MCA, but I gotta new name, and that new name is GARY! Well, our DJ's name has stayed the same, 'cause his new name is BARRY!