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    Paul's Boutique 1989 ©

    B-Boy Bouillabaisse

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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'

    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

    1989 ©

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