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      Fight For Your Right To Party
      Brass Monkey

Fight For Your Right To Party
You wake uplate for school and you don't wanna go
You ask your mum please but she still says no
you missed two classes and no homework
but your teacher preaches class like your some kind of jerk

you gotta fight for your right to party

you pops caught you smoking and he said no way
that hipocrite smokes two packs a day
man, living at home is such a drag
now your mum through away your best porno mag

you gotta fight for your right to party

don't step out of this house if thats the clothes your gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mum busted in and said whats that noise?
aw , mum your just jealous it's the beastie boys!

you gotta fight for your right to party
Yeah all i really want is girls!
And in the morning it's, GIRLS!
Cuz in the evening it's, GIRLS!

I like the way that they WALK!
And it's chill to hear them TALK!
And i can aways make them SMILE!
From White Castle to the NILE!

Back in the DAY!
There was this girl around the WAY!
She like my home-piece MCA!
He said he would not give her PLAY!
I asked him please, he said " you MAY!"
Her pants are tight and thats OKAY!
If she would dance i would DJ!
We took a walk down to the BAY!

I hope she'll SAY!
"Hey me and you should hit the HAY!"
I asked her out, she said, "No WAY!"
I should have probably guessed their GAY!
So i broke North with no DELAY!
I heard she moved real far AWAY!
That was two years ago this MAY!
I seen her just the other DAY!
Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay

Girls- to do the dishes
Girls- to clean up my room
Girls- to do the laundry
Girls- and in the bathroom
Girls, thats all i really want is girls
Two at a time i want girls
With new-wave hairdos i want girls
I ought to whip out my girls, girls, girls, girls, girls....
Intergalactic Planetary
Planetary Intergalactic

Another dimension......

Dont you tell me to smile
You stick around I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe its because I'm so versitile
Style profile
I said it always brings me back when I hear "ooh child"
From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the Marathon to the very last mile
If you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You've got gall you've got guile
To step to me I'm a rapophile
If you wanna battle youre in denial
Comin from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
cast you off into exile

Intergalatic Planetary
Planetary intergalactic

Another dimension.....

Jazz & Awol thats our team
step inside the party disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee & cream
Gotta keep it going keep it going full steam
Too sweet to be sour to nice to be mean
On the tough guy style I'm not too keen
Tryin to change the world I will plot & scheme
Mario C likes to keep it clean
Gonna a shine like a sunbeam
Keep on rappin cuz thats my dream
Got an A from Moe Dee for stickin to themes
When it comes to envy yall is green
Jealous of the rhyme & the rhyme routine
Another dimension new galaxy
Intergalatic planetary

Inter galatic planetary
planetary intergalatic

From the family tree of old school hip hop
Kick off your shoes & relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
cuz the music is live like electric shock
I am known to do the Wop (Wop)
Also known for the Flintstone Flop (Flop)
Tammy D gettin biz on the crop (crop)
Beastie boys know to let the beat
When I wrote grafitti my name was slop
If my rap's soups them my beats is stock
Step up from the tables as I start to chop
I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock
If you try to knock me you'll get mocked
I'll stir-fry you in my wok
You knees'll start shakin' & your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock

Intergalactic Planetary
Planetary Intergalactic

Another Dimension.....
do it
Brass Monkey
Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel
Put your left leg down - your right leg up
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey

Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace
When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by - she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey - mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey

Step up to the bar - put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini - thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool
I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp
And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record I got my advance
I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it
We got the bottle - you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get ffffff

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey
"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)

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 Pelé

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

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


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*

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