B-Boys Makin' With the Freak Freak

Yeah, yeah

Putting songs together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee

Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rahmahlzee

Now let me introduce myself on this cut

I'm Ad-Rock, I'm lit like a ****

Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

Kickin' an old school flow like Mike McGill

'Cause Yauch's on the upright, this **** just ain't funny

Got fat bass lines like Russell Simmons steals money

Got clientele, you know I rock well

And then you're on my **** because I'm DFL

Yeah, I'm on upright bass, well it's my favorite ****

I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working at it

I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason

Then I ride the IRT right up to Penn Station

Penn Station up on 8th Ave

Listen all y'all you get the ball bath

He's got the savoir faire because he's debonair

Mike D with the vinyl with the grooves so rare

And the rhymes that we're kicking are doo doo

Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique

I been learning from the elders now it's time to speak

Oh that **** sounds nice

Mike D come on and get it on y'all

Talking **** about a mile a minute

Put the wax on the table and let the DJ spin it

Well excuse me **** can I beg your pardon

I'm gonna see the Knicks up at Madison Square Garden

And like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro

On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo

The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo

You can't sleep 'cause you're Cindy Lou Hoo

Down with The Hurra since the Raising Hell Tour

Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more

Cyndy what? I didn't catch the last one

That **** sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one

Well, I'm not known for my speed raps

So grab the microphone and cut out your claps

Ah yeah, I like that **** is kind of rough

I'll grab a microphone and **** it up

Playa

I might seem out there, a little deranged

I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range

Well, I'm the ladies' choice like I was J.J. Evans

Legalize the **** and I'll say "Thank heavens"

I'm talking PGA Pro Tour 2

I'm Doctor Beppers on the TV, in my golfing shoes

Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot

Then you throw me off the green 'cause I'm strictly hip-hop

Yeah, I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off

I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm Audi, so check me

I've got the Timbos on my toes when I'm on the green

I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things

I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro

I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe

(Yeah, the B-Boys makin' with the freak freak)

Mario's calling Nonni about the pesto pizza

And then he's on a mission and he's checkin' for peacha