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"B-Boy Bouillabaisse"


[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 been 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

The king Ad-Whammy your 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 girlie 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




[Stop That Train]


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 to Coney Island vacation

Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train

They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine

Then I ump the turnstyle I lost my last token

Riding between the cars pissing smoking

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

Then you 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


Trench coat wing tip going to work

And you'll be pulling a train like 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 slide 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 your Lees are 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

I bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias




[Year and a Day]


M.C. 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 M.C.

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 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

for I AM a bard but not the last one

I'm my own king and this is my castle

dwell in realms of now but vidi 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 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 in a day

come what may


I'm fishing with 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 cuz 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 were 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


He goes by the name of Disco Dave




[Hello Brooklyn]


Hello Brooklyn


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

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 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




[Dropping Names]


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


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 Nor is it 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




[Lay It On Me]


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'




[Mike On the Mic]


Here's another one for y'all to peep

It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C.


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

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