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Do it, ah, let's do it
Ah, let's do it, ah, let's do it
Ah, let's do it, ah, let's do it
Ah, let's do it with the disco fluid
Well, like the Blackbyrds I'm-a do it fluid
I'm building rhymes like buildings like a Stonehenge druid
Step up and get enlightened, educating the mind
I play the tape forward, it's not time to rewind
Step inside the motherfucker and I get my flow on
Amalgamating styles so I've got something to grow on
Seasons change when it comes their time
Falls brings the winter and on back to springtime
Well, it's the King Ad-Rock and that's who I am
Listen all of y'all, I'm not the Son of Sam
'Cause I'm thin and I don't grin
But check it out people 'cause I loves to go and swim
Caught up on the phone, fiber optic distraction
Information super highway got the brain contraction
I'm the Kung Fu master vs. The Sumo wrestler
Got the beats in Manhattan you can hear in Westchester
Well, my mother was born out in Coney Island
Raised on the LES, Manhattan Island
My dad came out from Detroit and they had me
And then back through Ellis Island goes the family tree
Well, I'm a six point seven on the Richter Scale
I've got rhymes gallore and then I never fail
Like gravy to potatoes, Luke to Darth Vader
I'm a souped-up sucker and I'll see you all later
Let's do it, ah, let's do it
Ah, let's do it, do it, do it, do it
Let's do it, ah, let's do it
Ah, let's do it, do it, do it, do it
You see me comin' down the block with the funky cuts
You say, "Hey, Mike D" and I say, "Mike deez nuts"
I've got attractions like I'm Elvis Costello
Adam Yauch, you grab the mic cause you know you're my mellow
Well, when I get it into the zone
I'm gonna take it to a place where I'm all alone
Well, when I got my shit with my rhyme style's kicking
My brain is flowing honest like Abe Lincoln
'Cause I'm the fuckin' rhythm ace with the rhyme selection
Listen all of y'all, I rap with perfection
Because I got the motherfuckin' old school flavor
That you savor, so watch your behavior
Talking other dimensions, levels higher
Why did Billy Joel say, "We Didn't Start the Fire"
Take you to another realm, ugh, another level
I've got the funky rhymes but I'm not the funky devil
I step from minute to minute, lifetime to lifetime
Step from stage to stage to see it all unwind
Slowly but surely I seek to find my mind
And every wall that I face is of my own design
Glendale Boulevard, boulevard
Glendale Boulevard, that's where I'm at
It's where I'm at, where I live, check it-check it out
Because my head is like a sieve and, yo, we turn it out
Do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it
A'ight, we got the funk
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
We got the funk
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
What the, we got the f-f-funk
Rrrrr!
We got the funk
We got the funk