Beastie Boys - Oh Word? lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Oh Word? lyrics]
Sucka emcees, check the footnotes, ya'll
Word up freddy'll bite cha ass oh, word?
Yo what the schnitzel, we back
Shit's getting duller and duller
And that's the fact
I don't care what you heard
Or care what you seen
I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine
Because I'm not that hairy, oh contrary
I go with the flow though the tempo varies
So twist the cap and pop the cork
You know it's Adrock, made in New York
Oh word?
What the ponytail, I don't eat snail
I'll steal your keys and then
I'll check your mail
'Cause, I'm the creepy crawler that
Be crawling your walls
And I'm the shot caller when
It comes to shot calls
I'll be rockin' parties from block to block
And block party to party
The neighborhood's on lock
So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking
The name's MCA, made in downtown Brooklyn
Oh word?
Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth
I'm a rhyme style writer
You're a rhyme style thief
I may be paranoid, you tried to fade me
Here's a song for you, "Lady"
Make you bug out like you
Don't know what to do
Your momma says, "Shame on you"
When you're dancing with your crew
So get that poor chicken up off your fork
My name's Mike D, made in New York
Oh word?
Yo what the falafel, you gotta get up awful
Early to fool Mr furley
And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could
Stick your head in the toilet
Give yourself a swirley
Listen up, biters, go please, stop
While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop
Believe what you heard, when you talk
You know it's Adrock, made in New York
Oh word?
What the phone booth, word to hair mousse
You're on the corner and you're
Selling a hog's tooth
Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out
The hog's tooth belongs inside
The hog's mouth
Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees
I'll have dog pemmican with my tea
Now pass me the wok cause I'm cookin'
The name's MCA, made in Downtown Brooklyn
Oh word?
Yo, what the doofus, say good night
You're Snidely Whiplash
I'm Dudley Do you-right
Times are off the hinges
Leave your 2-way at the door
We're all up the creek, a long way from shore
I'm not walking around
Looking to get you cake
The D is for Diamond, not for Drakes
This is not a fantasy and I'm not Mr o'Rourke
The name's Mike D, made in New York
Oh word?