Too Many Rappers (Clean) - Beastie Boys (野兽男孩)

Mic check mic check

One one two two three three

Too many rappers and there's still not enough emcees

It goes 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 got somethin' on your mind let it out

Because I'm back with a bang boogie oogie oogie

Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie

Oh my God just look at me

Grandpa been rappin' since '83

Oh I'm supersonic like J J Fad

Got crazy a** sh*t pullin' out the bag

Don't forget the tartar sauce yo 'cause it's sad

All these crap rappers they're rappin' like crabs

I have carte blanche the vagabond

Nas is the narcissist my pockets are rotund

I'm no killa but compared to you

I'm more real'a

You ain't a shot a mobster or a d**g dealer

A slug peeler you're not mafioso no

You ain't got the cutthroat in ya beginner

I ain't tryin' to hear your racket

You work with police dog you snitch

You rat you wear that jacket

How many rappers must get dissed

Gimme eight bars and watch me bless this

I start to reminisce oh when I miss

The real hip hop with which I persist

Like rum in mojitos bullets and banditos

Matzah balls in 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

Let's go One one two two three three

Too many rappers and there's still not enough emcees

It goes 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 got somethin' on your mind let it out

'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain

To blow you b******t 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 outta charge a tax for every weak rap

I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks

Like Stax Records my squad we gotta pack

We never coming whack

To all you crab rappers and hackers

And Circuit Fenders two-tone splendor

I take the cake I stole the mold

The golden microphone well that's mine to hold

And why all these biters all up in my crotch space

Sniffin' puffin' huffin'

And mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin

Back up off me sucka you ain't sayin' nothin'

I'm broader than Broadway

I was in project hallways

Dual tape recorder

Lacin' oratorials all day

I'm just getting started on this beat

This is foreplay

And when this song finished

I can sing along with this

By the way I have a strong fetish

For Christian Louboutin steppers

I hear Russian blonde's the wettest

But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas

And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme

Who's next up

Mike D the man of mystery

History in the makin' and now we're takin'

Titles awards and accolades

Scarin' 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 and shitty bars

Go back in time send a fax from my car

One one two two three three

Too many rappers

And there's still not enough emcees

It goes 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 got somethin' on your mind

Let it out