Well how you feeling Ad Rock Well I'm feeling well

Bonafide qualified with a story to tell

Well how feeling Mike D Well I feel all good

All day is how we play ing the neighborhood

Well how you feeling MCA Well I feel right

I swing my words on the track

Cause the track sound tight

So if you're feeling good and you're feeling right

Uhh somebody step up and grab the mic

Well hello everybody and how you been

It's Ad Rock rapping on the microphone again

I got grace class style finesse and debonaire

Murderalize motherf**kers cause I just don't care

The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer

I take sucker rappers I put 'em through a strainer

Like macaroni cause the shit sound cheesy

Watch how it's done boy it looks easy

The non-stop going off kingping microphone

Boss do my own thing you can't afford the cost

Of my fly styles that complete the turnstile

Cause it's live and direct and I'm wiggidy wild

Now get your ass on the floor I got total control

I flow like the water out your toilet bowls

Your style is cheap boy just like a Dutch

You know you're not smoking on the microphone much

There's a certaing special talent that I never lack

Huh hah huh hah And that's a fact

Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac

You better break a wishbone cause we never wack

Then we never that and that is that

And we're the nonstop disco powerpack

Uhh that's right we go all night

Who gonna be next to bless the mic

Now this is the way we run it down

We're getting you high on the funky sound

This is the way we get it on

B-Boys ing the house til the break of dawn

See I mix my style up like a cement mixer

Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir

Hey yo yo soundman make Mike's mic louder

Don't make me sound cheap

Like a box of douche powder

I'll max and relax champag-no ego

Don't know commando don't know bandito

Je m'appelle Mich è le very long

Me and Dawn ing the shack and we got it going on

Prince he's ing the hot tub like it's seventy-three

Looking over his shoulder and he's looking at me

I'm up right ing the face towel around my waist

What's up with that watch inside the glass case

I go to make my move sneak out the place

Undetected Not leaving a trace

Party's done microphone threat

Rhymes been jumped and heads been checked

I see one last profiterol I make my play

And pass the microphone to MCA

Non-stop from the top when you clock then we rock

Them not kicking them not sticking

We be making hip-hop

So c'mon everybody get down yeah

Now there's a spot check get the dead count down

Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down

Pound for pound keep the basslines round

See you rocking clocking checking my sound

But I grew up with hip-hop

Still got mad love for a record called Beat Rock

It mean a lot spinning on my Walkman

Shoutout to the Afrika Bam

And to the X to the the double O N Y

The one emcee who you can't deny

At least he threw me records that made heads fly

Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire

Construct a rhyme with specific intent

Flipping all the braincells right to the pen

And then I put the root down when I hold the mic

Words flowing so cold turn water to ice

Come through to rock such a rate to tape

You put me ing the mix like up at the plate

And then they press it on wax sell it ing the store

The DJ's screaming kick it out on the dancefloor

Coming through the speaker to shake your eardrum

Braincells get with it make you hear where we're from

Ad Rock

Huh Get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

Now Mike D huh Get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

And MCA yeah get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

Beastie Boys ing the house don't stop