Mic Check (Nas). Mic Check. One (one) two (two) three (three). Too many rappers and there?s still not enough emcees. It goes three (three) two (two) one (one). MCA Adrock Mike D that?s how we get it done like. Ladies and gents attention Nas in the house. With Beastie Boys we can turn it out. Perpetrators we can point ?em out. So if you got somethin? on your mind let it out. Yo I been in the game since before you was born. I might still be emceein? even after you?re gone. Strange thought I know but my skills still grow. The 80?s the 90?s 2000?s and so. On and on until the crack of dawn. Until the year 3000 and beyond. Stay up all night and I M.C. and Never die cuz death is the cousin sleep. ?Cuz i?m back with the bang boogie. oogie oogie. Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie. Oh my god just look at me grandpa been rappin? since. ?83. Oi?m supersonic like J.J. Fad. Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag. Don?t forget the tartar sauce yo cuz it?s sad. All these crab rappers they?re rappin? like crabs. I have carte blanche the vagabond. Nas is a narcissist my pockets are rotund. I?m no killa but compared to you i?m more realer. You ain't a ?.. a mobster or a drug dealer. A slug peeler you?re not mafioso no. You ain't got the cutthroat in ya beginner. I ain't tryin? to hear your racket. You work with police dog you snitch you rat you. wear that jacket. How many rappers must get dissed. Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this. I start to reminisce when I miss. The real hip hop with which I persist. like Rum in mojitos. Bullets in banditos. Matzah balls and soup. Jackets and Troop. Yes Y?all this is one for the history books. Nasty Nas what?s the word count it off in the hook. One (one) two (two) three (three). Too many rappers and there?s still not enough emcees. It goes three (three) two (two) one (one). MCA Adrock Mike D that?s how we get it done like. Ladies and gents attention Nas in the house. With Beastie Boys we can turn it out. Perpetrators we can point ?em out. So if you got somethin? on your mind let it out. Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain. To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame. My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister. So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer. Too many rappers to shake a stick at. I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap. I had to listen to ?cuz we be makin? stacks. Like Stax records. My squad we gotta pack. We never coming wack. To all you crab rappers and hackers. And circumventers. *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong). I. take the cake I stole the mould. The golden microphone well that?s mine to hold. And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space?. sniffin muffin huffin. And mean muggin? with a Blimpie Bluffin. Back up off me sucka you ain't sayin? nothin. I?m broader than Broadway I was in project hallways. Dual tape recorder lacin? auditoriums all day. I?m just getting started on this beat this is. foreplay. And when this song finished y?all can sing along with. this. By the way I have a strong fetish. For Christian Louboutin steppers I hear Russian. blondes the wettest. But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas. And that?s what?s on my mind. and the rhyme who?s next up?. Mike D. The man of mystery. History in the makin? and now we?re takin?. Titles awards and accolades. Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades. We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches. Like pen and paper like Picasso & canvases. Rockin? stadiums and shitty bars. Go back in time send a fax from my car. One (one) two (two) three (three). Too many rappers and there?s still not enough emcees. It goes three (three) two (two) one (one). MCA Adrock Mike D that?s how we get it done like. Ladies and gents attention Nas in the house. With Beastie Boys we can turn it out. Perpetrators we can point ?em out. So if you got somethin? on your mind let it out