And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic
And we´re puttin´ it on wax
It´s the new style

Four and three and two and one (What up!)
And when I´m on the mic - the suckers run (Word!)
Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain´t
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I´m not surprised you´re on my dick
B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.
Ah yeah, that´s me
I got franks and pork and beans
Always bust the new routines
I get it - I got it, I know it´s good
The rhymes I write - you wish you would I´m never in training - my voice
is not straining
People always biting and I´m sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during classes
Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses
You´re from Secausus - I´m from Manhattan
You´re jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin´

There it is - kick it!!!

Father to many - married to none
And in case you´re unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party - the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper ´cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut ´cause I´m fully strapped
I got money in the bank - I can still get high
That´s why your girlfriend thinks that I´m so fly
I´ve got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar I´d be Jimmy Page
The girlie´s I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
I´ll steal your honey like I stole your bike
Your father - he´s jealous ´cause I´m making that green
I´ve got the girlie´s numbers from the places I been

There it is - kick it!!!

You wanna know why - because I´m
October 31st - that is my date of birth
I got to the party and I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill I´m chilly most
We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle ´cause it´s the best
But I´m fly at Fat Burger when I way out west
K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
All the fly ladies are on my jammy
Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo

Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...drop

Coolin´ on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger´s on the trigger
My posse´s gettin´ big - and my posse´s gettin´ bigger
Some voices got treble - some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum
I´m the king of the Ave. - and I´m the king of the block
I´m M.C.A. - and I´m the King Adrock
I´m Mike D. - I got all the fly juice
On the checkin´ at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads