And on the cool check in
  Center stage on the mic
  And we're puttin' it on wax
  It's the new style
      Four and three and two and one What up!
  And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!)
  Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
  And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
  Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
  I'm not surprised you're on my dick
  B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.
  Ah yeah, that's me
  I got franks and pork and beans
  Always bust the new routines
  I get it - I got it, I know it's good
  The rhymes I write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my voice is not straining
  People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
  So I went into the locker room during classes
  Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses
  You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan
  You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'
      There it is - kick it!!!
      Father to many - married to none
  And in case you're unaware I carry a gun
  Stepped into the party - the place was over packed
  Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
  I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
  You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
  I got money in the bank - I can still get high
  That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
  I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed
  Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
  If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
  The girlie's I like are underage Check it!
  Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
  I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
  Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
  I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been
      There it is - kick it!!!
      You wanna know why - because I'm
  October 31st - that is my date of birth
  I got to the party and I did the Smurf
  Taxing all females from coast to coast
  And when I get my fill I'm chilly most
  We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
  And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
  I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
  But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west
  K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
  All the fly ladies are on my jammy
  Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental
  Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
  Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt
  I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
  Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
  Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo
      Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop
  And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...mmm drop
      Coolin' on the corner on a hot summers day
  Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
  A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing
  Twenty-two automatic on my person
  Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
  My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger
  Some voices got treble - some voices got bass
  We got the kind of voices that are in your face
  Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun
  Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum
  I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block
  I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock
  I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice
  On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
  Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
  Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads