too many rappers (new reactionaries version)
Singer: beastie boys
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too many rappers and there's still not enough mc's
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mca
ad-rock
mike d that's how we get it done
like ladies and gents
attention
nas in the house with beastie boys
we can turn it out
perpetrators we can point 'em out
so if you've got something on your mind
let it out
like a nexus-6
comin' home to roost
handheld 58 when it's time to get loose
don't need the ear goggles
just put me through the speakers
like a scientist with tubes and beakers
have mcs over my house and fix 'em brunch
but you rappers? we goin' out - goin' dutch
now pass me the sword - i'll start swingin'
just randomly chopping on a crazy ass mission
because i'm back with the bang boogie
oogie oogie
strawberry letter 23 like shuggie
oh my god
just look at me
grandpa been rappin' since '83
i'm supersonic like j.j. fad
got crazy ass tricks pullin' out the bag
don't forget the tarter sauce
yo
'cause it's sad
all these crab rappers
they're rapping like crabs
i have carte blanche
the vagabond nas is the narcissist
my pockets are rotund
i'm no killer but compared to you
i'm more realer
you ain't a shot caller mobster or a drug dealer
a slug peeler
you're not
mafioso
no
you ain't got the cut throat in ya
beginner
i ain't trying to hear your racket
you work for police
dog
you snitch
you rat
you wear that jacket
how many rappers must get dissed?
give me eight bars and watch me bless this
i start to reminisce and i miss
real hip hop with which i persist
like rum and mojitos
bullets and banditos
matzoh balls and soup
jackets and troop
yes
y'all
this is one for the history books
nasty nas
what's the word? count it off on the hook
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two
three
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too many rappers and there's still not enough mc's
three
three
two
two
one
one
mca
ad-rock
mike d that's how we get it done
like ladies and gents
attention
nas in the house with beastie boys
we can turn it out
perpetrators
we can point 'em out
so if you've got something on your mind
let it out
'cause this the type of lyric that goes inside your brain
to blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
my lyrics spin 'round like a hurricane twister
so get your hologram on off of wolf blitzer
too many rappers to shake a stick at
i ought to charge a tax
for every weak rap
i had to listen to 'cause we'd be makin' stacks
my squad
we got a pact
we're never comin' wack
to all you crab rappers and hackers
and circuit benders tweaked on splenda
i take the cake
i stole the mold
that golden microphone
well
that's mine to hold
now why all these biters all up in my crotch space
sniffin'
buffin'
huffin'
and mean muggin' with the blimpie bluffin
back up off me
sucker
you ain't sayin' nothin'
i'm broader than broadway
i was in project hallway
dual tape recorder lacing oratorials all day
i'm just gettin' started on this beat
this is foreplay
and when the song is finished
i can sing along with this
by the way
i have a strong fetish
for christian louboutin steppers
i hear that russian blonde's the wettest
but anyway
y'all better pay homage to my fellas
and that's what's on my mind
and on the rhyme
who's next up?
aaaaayah
mike d
the man of mystery
history in the making and now we're taking
titles
awards and accolades
skewer the competition as i sharpen my blades
we come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
like pen and paper
like picasso and canvases
rockin' stadiums to shitty bars
go back in time
send a fax from my car
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too many rappers and there's still not enough mc's
three
three
two
two
one
one
mca
ad-rock
mike d that's how we get it done
like ladies and gents
attention
nas in the house with beastie boys
we can turn it out
perpetrators we can point 'em out
so if you've got something on your mind
let it out
that was dope