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B-Boy Bouillabaisse

This song is by Beastie Boys and appears on the album Paul's Boutique (1989).

This song contains a sample from "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin.
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B-Boy Bouillabaisse
[59 Chrystie Street]
There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face
Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know what I saw

[Get On the Mic]
"One, two
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song
Out to my main homie, Mike D
Aight, yeah, ready?

Get on the mic
Get, get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an emcee you must listen to
People say that they been missin me and missin you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

Well, you say fuck that yo holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science and another half soul
Nickname Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So, just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get, get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pullin out knots and pullin in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos
The cholos ridin slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

[Stop That Train]
It's four A.M. I got the Hasenpfeffer Ale
I got nothin to lose and so I'm pissin on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers
In the back of the one train
They be kickin out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile
I lost my last token
Right between the cars
Pissin, smokin

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post
Fulton Street, downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people goin places on the D-Train

"Stop that train I wanna get off"

Check it

Trench coat, wing tip, going to work
And you'll be pullin a train like a Captain Kirk (Jerk)
Pick pocket gangsters payin their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie (Bernhard) Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, starin at the floor
Prostitute's spandex caught in the slide door
Now you're stuck between the stations
And it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

Got a fifty dollar fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise, your Lee's are creased
Hot cuppa coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from my man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog, from who?
George Drakoulias

[A Year and a Day]
Emcee, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam, and the lyrics, true

So, as I pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am livin in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the Dude, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D, were born to emcee

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you, recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed, and indicted

Enter the arena as I take center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the Ed is special

For I am the bard and I am the last one
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preachin his word to the B. Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to Thee
Prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have a turn to be the king for a day
For a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day
Come what may

I'm fishin in my boat and I'm fishin for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishin for a line inside my brain
And lookin out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So, once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am goin to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feel as though somebody, somewhere, is testin me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was or always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

EZ Mike with the Disco Dave
By the n-n-name of the D, D-D-Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave

[Hello Brooklyn]
Hello Brooklyn

New York New York, it's a hell of a town
You know The Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is somethin that you never thought of
You'll be stickin up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier broader than Broadway
Keep keepin on I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturbed my neighbor
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped

I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question then you will (shall) get your answer
Her breast I saw, I reached, I felt
M-O-N-E-Y the belt

I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
You know why? You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy, limp dick

I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn
"Just to watch him die"

[Dropping Names]
He thrusts his fists against the post, he still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post, he still insists he sees a ghost
She's slipping through his fingers as she's moving out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post, he still insists he sees a ghost

Well, if your world was all black, and then your world was all white
Well, then you wouldn't get much color outta life now, right?
A nickname Shamrock, well my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous

My name is not O'Houlihee, nor is it Brian
I said that I was weak, man, you know I'd be lyin
Well, suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
"Ya explain to a musician, them knew it, but them can't do it"

[Lay It On Me]
"Uh, funky bass, lay it on me now, not so hard, man"

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin much Buddha and smokin much hoots (lay it on me now)
More updated on the hip-hop lingo (not so hard, man)
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man, you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin out the colors I be buggin on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Your face turns red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time (lay it on me now)
Girl, you should be with me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum

With that big, round butt of yours
I'd like to butter your muffin, I'm not bluffin
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgivin stuffin
"Hey what it?"
Stuffin, stuffin, stuff it buddy

[Mike On the Mic]
Here's another one for y'all to peep
It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait, then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

Never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might notice, you never been to sea
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light, cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high they call me Your Highness
So, if you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud 'cause you know it's got clout to it
"It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it"

DJ scratches: "Good times"

DJ Hurricane!
When Mike D's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
I go AWOL!
Adrock's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
I go AWOL!
When MCA's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
I go AWOL!
When Hurricane's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
He goes AWOL!

Cey City's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Home-one, what'cha gonna do?
Captain Pissy in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Mike G in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Mookie's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Hollis Crew, what'cha gonna do?
Jarvis in the house, what'cha gonna do?
When Killa Cutty's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house!
Yo, good night Amsterdam

"Now I want you all to break this down"

To all the girls...


Written by:

Michael Diamond / Adam Horovitz / John King / Michael Simpson / Adam Yauch

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