(A) 59 Christie Street



There's a girl over there

With long brown hair

I took her to the place

I threw the mattress in her face



Took off her shirt

Took off her bra

Took off her pants

You know that I saw



A wick-wick-wack



(B) Get On The Mic



One, two



Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song

Out to my main homie, Mike D



Alright, lets kick it

Ready, go



Get on the mic

Get get on the mic

Just get on the mic

Get on the mic, Mike



Let's be real and don't cloud the issue

The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to

People say that they be missin' me and missin' you

Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to



You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this

I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus

One half science, and another half soul

Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll



Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno

Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no



So just get on the mic

Just get on the mic

Get get on the mic

Get on the mic, Mike



Well Mike D is a special individual

Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals

Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low

Mike on the mic and bust with the solo



Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish

Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish



At the fever



(C) Stop That Train



It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale

I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail

Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station

D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation



This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train

They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine

And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token

Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking



Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout

Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"

You know you light up when the lights go down

And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown



Same faces every day but you don't know their names

Party people going places on the D-Train



{Stop that train, I wanna get off}



Check it



Trench coat wing tip going to work

And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk

Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts

I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz



Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor

Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door

Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity

Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity



A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace

The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased

Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin

Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'



Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform

Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm

Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes

Over the loud speaker about the hard times



Sat across from a man reading El Diario

Riding the train down from the El Barrio

Went from the station to Orange Julius

I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias



(D) Year And A Day



MC, for what I am, and do

The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true



So as pray and hope and the message is sent

And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt

Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three

Me and Adam and D were born to MC



And my body and soul and mind are pure

Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure

Just lyrics from I to you recited

Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted



Enter the arena as I take the center stage

The lights set low and the night has come of age

Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional

Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special



I am the one and I am the master

I am the king and this is my castle

Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past

Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last



And you can bet your ass



I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking

I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend

Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along

Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong



Broke my bindings, the lion with wings

Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing

I am one with myself as I turn to The

I prefer the dreams to the reality



I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife

Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife

But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day

Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day



Come what may



I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout

Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout

Fishing for a line inside my brain

And looking out at the world through my window pane



Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained

Everything has changed but remains the same

So once again the mirror raised

And I see myself as clear as day



And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny

Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me

He who sees the end from the beginning of time

Looking forward through all the ages

Is, was, and always shall be

Check the prophetic sections of the pages



Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave

He goes by the name of Disco Dave



Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave

Disco Dave

Disco Dave



(E) Hello Brooklyn



Hello Brooklyn



New York, New York, it's a hell of a town

You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down

Because they don't know my name, only know my initials

Building bombs in the attic for elected officials



I quit my job, I cut my hair

You know I cut my boss because I don't care

You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle

You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle



'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of

You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off

I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway

Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say



I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors

I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor



'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza

If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped

I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza

If you ask a question, then you will get your answer



Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt

M.O.N.E.Y. the belt

I stay at home just like a hermit

I got the jammy but I don't got the permit



You know why?

You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick

Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick

I ride around town cause my ride is fly

I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}



(F) Dropping Names



(Take PCP)



He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost



Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white

When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?

I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus

Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous



My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian

If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying

Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it

{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}



(G) Lay It On Me



Lay it on me now

Not so hard man



Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits

Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots

More updated on the hip-hop lingo

My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo



Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card

Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte

Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne

They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man



Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine

That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time

Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum

'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum



With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin

I'm not bluffin'

Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'

Stuffin', stuffin'



Stuff it buddy



(H) Mike On the Mic



Here's another one for ya'll to peep

It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?



I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle

I laid the bait and then she took the tackle

Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster

Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter



I've never met a girl that was too finicky

If the press has their way then they're going to finish me

You might know this, but you've never been to see

If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D



I shed light like cats shed fur

Ride around town like a Raymond Burr

I'm so high that they call me Your Highness

So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness



I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to

I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to

I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it

{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}



(I) A.W.O.L



DJ Hurricane



When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

I go A.W.O.L.



Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

I go A.W.O.L.



When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

I go A.W.O.L.



When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

He goes A.W.O.L.



Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?

Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?

[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?



Jazzy Jay in the house

Bad Brains in the house

Original Concept in the house



Good night Amsterdam



Now I want you all to break this down



To all the girls

To all the girls