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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Here's A Little Story I've Got To Tell | ||||
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| DreamWeaver | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 8:07 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00  |  Now here's a little story - I've got to tell About three bad brothers - you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi" He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, "Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin "Now I got the gun - you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this - I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun And right about now - it's time to have some fun The King Adrock - that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." We rode for six hours the we hit the spot The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot This dude was staring like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?" I said, "I didn't." - but I know he did The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money." Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" - and let two fly Hands went up and people hit the floor He wasted two kids that ran for the door "I'm Mike D. and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player's out - the music stopped His boy had beef - and he got dropped Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.  This message was edited by DreamWeaver on 6-6-01 @ 8:18 AM | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 9:43 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | kick-ass summer music (and guitar by Slayer's Kerry King) No sleep til - Brooklyn ! Foot on the pedal never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job ain't a job it's a damn good time City to city I'm running my rhymes. On location touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm willing and able. Ain't no faking your money I'm taking Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking. While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys at the garden cold kickin' it live. No sleep till - Another plane another train another bottle in the brain Another girl another fight another drive all night. Our manager's crazy he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus. Tour around the world you rock around the clock Plane to hotel girls on the jock. We're trashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while. Four on the floor ad-rock's out the door M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore. We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back. No sleep til - No sleep til Brooklyn ! No sleep til Brooklyn ! Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. ! Get on the mike my man! Born and bred Brooklyn U.S.A. They call me Adam Yauch but I'm M.C.A.. Like a lemon to a lime a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women. Got limos arena TV-shows autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes get out of my way Taxing little girlies from here to L.A.. Waking up but I get to sleep 'Cause I'll be rockin' this party eight days a week! No sleep til - No sleep til Brooklyn! No sleep til Brooklyn !  | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 11:54 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Sabotage i can't stand it i know you planned it but i'm gonna set it straight, this watergate i can't stand rockin' when i'm in here because your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear so while you sit back and wonder why i got this fuckin' thorn in my side oh my, it's a mirage i'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage so listen up 'cause you can't say nothin' you'll shut me down with a push of your button? but i'm out, and i'm gone i'll tell you now i keep it on and on 'cause what you see you might not get and we can't bet so don't you get souped yet you're schmeing on a thing that's a mirage i'm trying to tell you now it's sabotage why; our backs are now against the wall listen all of y'all it's a sabotage i can't stand it, i know you planned it but i'm gonna set it straight this watergate i can't stand rockin' when i'm in this place because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face but make no mistakes and switch up my channel i'm buddy rich when i fly off the handle what could it be, it's a miracle you're scheming on a thing; that's sabotage  | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 12:36 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night so like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat oowah oowah is my disco call MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines I bust rhymes I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose I'm on time homie that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point it's the joint Mike D Yeah?with your bad self running things What's up with your bad breath onion rings Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beaches down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz Hurricane you got clout Other DJ's he'll take your head out A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme Or do my thing I'm In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel I might be peakin' or freakin' but I rock well The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols I got the peg leg at the end of my stump Shake your rump Full Clout y'all Full Clout y'all And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out y'all Full Clout Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest Yeah we've got beef chief We're knocking out teeth chief And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip no skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope a dope dookies all around the neck Whoo ha got them all in check Running from the law the press and the parents Is your name Michael Diamond? No mine's Clarence From downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump Shake your rump  person i've ever met and that may be as close to the real thing as i'm ever gonna get but my quarter's gonna run out now or so i'm told i guess i'd better go sit down and wait for you till my coffee gets cold... | ||||
| Tony Metropolis | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 5:08 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | Girls Girls - all I really want is girls And in the morning it's girls Cause in the evening it's girls I like the way that they walk And it's chill to hear them talk And I can always make them smile From White Castle to the Nile Back in the day There was this girl around the way She liked by home-piece M.C.A. He said he would not give her play I asked him, "Please?" - he said, "You may." Her pants were tight and that's ok If she would dance - I would D.J. We took a walk down to the bay I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!" I asked her out - she said, "No way!" So I broke North with no delay I heard she moved real far away That was two years ago this May I seen her just the other day Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay Girls - to do the dishes Girls - to clean up my room Girls - to do the laundry Girls - and in the bathroom Girls - that's all I really want is girls Two at a time - I want girls With new wave hairdos - I want girls I ought to whip out my - girls, girls, girls, girls, girls! "I am a sophisticated sex robot sent back in time to change the future for one lucky lady."-The Shermanator | ||||
| SweetAngel | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 10:23 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey here's how you feel Put your left leg down your right leg up Tilt your head back let's finish the cup M.C.A. with the bottle D. rocks the can Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moet we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us Adrock drinks three Mike D. is D. Double R. foots the bill most definitely I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well I got a Castle in Brooklyn that's where I dwell (repeat chorus) Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace When it's time to get ill I pour it on my face Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice Come on y'all it's time to get nice Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by she gave me the eye I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it with the Monkey mixed it in the cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip the girl she gave me lip It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip (repeat chorus) Step up to the bar put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it We had a case in the place and we went right through it You got a dry Martini thinking you're cool I'll take your place at the bar I smack you off your stool I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin' Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin' The song and dance keeping you in a trance If you don't buy my record I got my advance I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it We got the bottle you got the cup Come on everybody let's get ffffff This message was edited by SweetAngel on 6-6-01 @ 10:25 PM | ||||
| Rone | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 10:42 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Things get hectic quick From the satellite dish to your joy stick It's the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won't change your situation Have you seen what I mean I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams So I say this rhyme built by design To take you beyond space and time Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal The man pushing buttons on remote control Until your back's up against the wall You never know yourself that much at all So you've got to share your love with a friend That's all that you've got left in the end Living in this city of pure confusion People mislead by their own illusion All this action, no satisfaction We're all linked together like a chain reaction Play or fold, love is bold What is the future that will unfold? Some like it hot, others like it cold But we all want to hold the remote control Things get hectic quick All of the sudden I'm in the thick Too much drama all around Distractions booming in sensuround Like a rainy day's Earth won't sit still Sliding on down a hill Sometimes life seems to stall So never be ungrateful y'all So I got a little something for your pay per view Like Don King I've got the crazy hair do We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol Controlled on Earth by remote control  | ||||
| Drusilla fag-hag | posted on 10-20-2001 @ 4:53 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | Paul Revere is such an awesome song. i just remember like 7 years ago hanging out outside of mcdonalds with some friends late one night sitting on the rail singing paul revere. | ||||
| Kid Afrika | posted on 10-20-2001 @ 9:08 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 |
Just had to do it, sorry.
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| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-23-2001 @ 9:59 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Ok...somebody had to post this song...might as well be me. Kick it! You wake up late for school man you don't wanna go You ask you mom, "Please?" but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk You gotta fight for your right to party You pops caught you smoking and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag Bust it! (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys!  | ||||
| Drunken GW I Pissed on a Church to get this Status. | posted on 10-23-2001 @ 10:31 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | INTERGALACTIC Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it  If your parents never had children, chances are you won't either. | ||||
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