Kickin' Wicked Rhymes

Excuse me, uh, ladies and gentlemen? We regret to inform you that the rock band Warp 97 Will not be joining us this evening But instead, here to kick some wicked rhymes (C'mon, get up) (Gimme the mic, gimme the mic!) Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller Kickin' like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection" Kickin', kickin' like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection" Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller (yeah!) Hello everybody, to you and yours My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo Been down with the Hurra since like, umm '86 Call the paramedic 'cause my man is sick I kick it like Ronaldo from Brazil, it's ill I've gots to get my medicine and chill It's just I'm gettin' heated by the way things is Who says racism ain't the same biz? It's a joke what the man calls "rehabilitation" Keepin' all the money for the business relation People in New York gettin' mad as hell We should rob the cops for the keys to the cell Tell Giuliani, "Go to hell and stick it!" My name is Ad-Rock and I'm known to cold kick it Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller Kickin' like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection" Kickin', kickin' like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection" Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller (Check it out) Just get ready 'cause it's far from funny My name is Black Thought and I'm 'bout to make money Cut the flamethrower back, taking things over dundee Dance on yo' ass like the Brass monkey Who handle and tuck? I'm Philly, like gamblin' huh So scramble and duck, It's like I'm cockin' hammers to buck The party people throw they mitts up, that's if ya get it I spit the most blaze alphabetic They used to call me hot-headed Now they call me crown-dreaded Black I'm Hurricane Carter, puttin' rappers on they back Make ya drop ya spliff and throw up ya cognac Dealin' with this, I bring the full-frontal attack The Intergalactic Planetary master, Black Thought Storm like Hurra, bring the weather report And let em' know you been around since hot sauce and chicken Fat rope chains, and wicked rhymes, I'm kickin' like H-U-double R-to the-A, from around the way Kickin' every day of the week to a dope beat You can't sleep on this style, 'cause it's buck wild Flippin' this shit 'cause we so versatile Makin' you shake similar to an earthquake When I take the stand, mic in hand Then I land like Delta, you never felt a- 'Nother brother that could come and melt ya Helped ya when you was down and out, got mad clout Jealous? What's that all about? We come hard, just like an all-out blitz We make hits, then I'm eatin' eggs and grits I don't quit, 'cause I spit the flame that's hot We rock non-stop up and down your block As the clock starts tickin,' the lighter starts flickin' Now I'm eating chicken with the rhymes that I'm kickin' Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller Kickin' like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection" Kickin', kickin' like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection" Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller (Kick it on the amp!) Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller Kickin' like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection" Kickin', kickin' like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection" Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller (Kick it on the amp!)