Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
  The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to
  People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
  Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
  You say fuck that I say fuck this
  The king Ad-Whammy has never been limp Dick Butkus
  One half science and the other half soul
  His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
  M.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in Fresno
  Got over on your girl cause you know she never says no
  Well Mike D. is a special individual
  Pulling out knots 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
  
  It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
  I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
  Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
  D-Train ride Coney Island vacation
  Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
  They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
  Jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
  Riding between the cars pissing smoking
  Also finger popping
  Two bums fucking I seen them rocking
  Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
  Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
  You know you light up when the lights go down
  Read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
  Same faces every day but you don't know their names
  Party people going placed on the D-Train
  French trench coat wing tip going to work
  Pulling a train like Captain Kirk
  Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
  Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
  Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
  Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong doors
  Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
  Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
  $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
  The neck tortoise the Lees creased
  Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
  Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
  Elevated platform never gonna conform
  Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
  Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
  Over the loud speaker about the hard times
  Sat across from a man readin El Diario
  Riding the train down from El Barrio
  Went from the station straight to Orange Julius
  Bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias
  
  He goes by the name of Disco Dave
  
  New York New York it's a hell of a town
  The Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
  They don't know my name they only know my initials
  Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
  I quit my job I cut my hair
  I cut my boss cause 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 you never thought of
  You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
  Like a buffalo soldier I'm broader than Broadway
  Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
  I play my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
  I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
  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 you will get the 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
  Yes you got a boyfriend and indeed his name is Slick Nick
  that is why Annabelle you're caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
  I ride around town cause my ride is fly
  I shot a man in Brooklyn just to watch him die
  
  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
  If your world was all black and if your world was all white
  Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
  Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus
  Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
  My name is not O'Houigheighi Norisit Brian
  If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'
  Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
  If you explain to a musician he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it
  
  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
  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
  Your face turns red as your glass of wine
  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 Striped 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'
  
  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 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 this see
  If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D
  I shed light like cats shed fur
  Ride around town like Raymond Burr
  I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
  If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
  I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
  Keepin' 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