"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

(chorus)
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*