-Lyrics/Oh Word?-

LYRICS

Oh Word?

Yo what's up sucker MC's. Check your footnotes y'all.
Word up Freddie'll bite your ass, word.

Adrock;
Yo, what the schnitzel. we're back.
Shit's getting duller and duller, and that's a fact.
I don't care what you heard, or care what you seen.
I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine,
because I'm not that hairy. Oh contrary,
I go with the flow though the tempo varies.
So twist the cap and pop the cork.
My name's Adrock Made in New York.

OH WORD?

MCA;
What the ponytail. I don't eat snail.
I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail.
'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls.
And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls.
And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block.
And block party to party, the neighborhood's on lock.
So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking.
The name's MCA. Made in downtown Brooklyn.

OH WORD?

Mike D;
Yo, what the parsley. parsley to the teeth.
I'm a rhyme style writer, you're a rhyme style thief.
I may be paranoid. You tried to fade me.
Here's a song for you, "Lady."
Make you bug out like you don't know what to do.
Your momma says, "shame on you."
When you're dancing with your crew.
So get that poor chicken up off your fork.
My name's Mike D. Made in New York.

OH WORD?

Adrock;
Yo what the talafel. You gotta get up awful
early to fool Mr. Furley.
And that's word to Aunt Shirley, and you could
stick your head in the toilet, give yourself a swirley.
Listen up biters. Go, please stop
while I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop.
Believe what you heard when you talk.
You know it's Adrock. Made in New York.

OH WORD?

MCA;
What the phone booth. Word to hair moose.
You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth.
Don't mean to dis, but I've got to point out,
the hog's tooth belong inside the hog's mouth.
Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees,
"I'll have dog pemmican with my tea."
Now pass the wok, 'cause I'm cookin'.
The name's MCA. Made in Downtown Brooklyn.

OH WORD?

Mike D;
Yo, what the doofus, say good night.
You're Snidely Whiplash, I'm Dudley Do-you-right.
Times are off the hinges. Leave your 2 way at the door.
We're all up the creek, a long way from shore.
Not walking around looking to get you cake.
The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes.
This not a fantasy, and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke.
The name's Mike D. Made in New York.

OH WORD?