Letra

Hold up, goddammit, this thing Alright, wait, hold on, Adam This thing keeps falling off Woo, doing it big, ah-ah I'm the lyrical, mathematical genius Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this Internationally known, the longest, the leanest Shout-out to one José Nenis I hit 'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop We got the beat and the beat go drop The ping pong paddle make the battle go pop Now take a look around this spot I'm seeing every detail like an over-cranked camera Sleestaks in the back say, "Damn ya" You say, "I can't" and I say, "Why can't ya?" Chopping the track in the in the land of [unverified] You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna, wanna try this, wanna, wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna, wanna try this, wanna, wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you There's a bird in here That's my DJ, not Doctor Brassiere Dropping bombs like a bombardier Like cacao, it's a chocolatier We're giving y'all a lil' slice of heaven B Boys bringing it back to A7 Deal with the schism, ride on the rhythm Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em I'll stage a coup and usurp your position 'Cause, 'cause like a Mormon, I'm on a mission We're audible-visible, cadence is lyrical Got the mental and physical when the moment is critical You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna, wanna try this, wanna, wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna, wanna try this, wanna, wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you Ruff Uh, Lee Majors come again Like the Six Dil-Million Dollar Man Woo, watch out In the back of the bus, gonna bust Lee Majors style I said stop, watch how I flip Bill Piedmont with the Kung-Fu grip Haymaker, roundhouse, show can't continue At the roller rink down in Virginia Oh yeah, did I spill the beans? I see your grandpa in Apple Bottom jeans A Von Dutch cap, UGG boots to match The word gets out, you can't take it back I'm just a pause tape competition expert winner Just a doggone long-armed tall yarn spinner You want a battle? Easy now, star My DJ's so nasty, he needs a sneeze guard You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna, wanna try this, wanna, wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna, wanna try this, wanna, wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you
Writer(s): Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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