I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now

Never

It's all been leading up to this moment

All right now right here

My whole life right here

We got rhyme selections in a wide array

J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez

I have some goodie goods for you to eat

The party people scream Oui oui c'est vrai

Yes yes it's true

'Cause I got a remote for my B Day

Hey I'm A D R O C K

I use a microphone like Picasso*used clay

Down with records from around the way

Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay

I rock on the mic from here to Bombay

I'll give it my best and say Come what may

'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay

I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pel

Gettin' old like Ali Boomba Yay*

So fed up with my Caesar toupee

It's time to speak up and not turn away

Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray

D D Dive*

So Socialize

Open up your ears and clean out your eyes

If you learn to love you're in for a surprise

It could be nice to be alive

I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height

I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright

Created a monster with these rhymes I write

Don't say mine are wack please say goodnight

Now here's a little something that you might not like

My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike

It's a real pity that you people gotta bite

But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice

Readin' in the news 'cause I'm Country Mike

Use a microphone like Shazam use tights

Try to keep clear of that hate and spite

So I keep my mind still like the still of night

Now who in the world do you want to fight

It's against the system we should unite

Homophobics say Alright

If you learn to love then you might love life

Bringin' back that old New York rap

Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts

So many billionaires while so many lacks*

To afford the poor decide to react

Come on party people share up your stacks

Now I'm a' break it down to the brass tacks*

Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch

You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch

Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch

I'd like to have a say on the income tax

Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts

No money for health care so what's the catch

The man got you locked with no keys to the latch

Mike and Adam have got my back

You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps

Turn on the P A and rock your shack

Don't smoke cheeba can't stand crack*