Nonstop Disco Powerpack

How you feeling Adrock? Well I'm feeling well Bonafide qualified with a story to tell How you feeling Mike D? Well I feel all good All day it's how we play in the neighborhood Well how you feeling MCA? Well I feel right I speak my words on the track 'cause the track sounds tight Well if you're feeling good and you're feeling right Somebody step up and grab the mic Now hello everybody and how you been It's Adrock rappin' on the microphone again I got grace class style finesse and debonair Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just don't care The MC whisperer kinda like a trainer I take sucker rappers I put 'em through a strainer Like macaroni 'cause their shit sounds cheesy Watch how it's done b'woy it looks easy I'm the non-stop going off king pin microphone boss Do my own thing you can't afford the cost Of my rhyme style take you through a turn-style 'Cause I'm live and direct and I'm wicked and wild Because I'm back on a roll got total control I flow like the water out your toiler bowl Your style is cheap boy just like a dutch You know you're not smokin' on the microphone much There's a certain special talent that I never lack Huh ha huh ha and that's a fact 'Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac You better break a wishbone 'cause we're never wack Said we're never that and that is that We're the non-stop disco power pack uh That's right we go all night Who gonna be next to bless the mic Now this it the way we run it down We getting you high on the funky sounds This is the way we get it on B-Boys in the house till the break of dawn See I mix my style up like a cement mixer Smooth and fix ya like a rhyme elixir I said "Yo sound man, make Mike's mic louder" Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder I max and relax champagne mojito Don't go commando don't know bandito Je M'appelle Michel Perignon Me and Claude in the chateau and we got it going on Quincy's in the hot tub like it's '73 Looking over his shoulder and he's looking at me I'm all white in the face towel around my waist What's up with that watch inside that glass case? I got to make my move sneak out the place Undetected not leaving a trace Party's done microphones werecked Wines been drunk and heads been checked I see one last profitable and make my play And pass the microphone to MCA Non-stop, on the top, and you lock, when we rock Never fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip-hop So come on everybody get down, yeah Now it's a spot check hit the deck count down 'Cause I'ma break it down for you how we run it down Pound for pound keep the bass lines round I seen you watchin' jockin' clockin' my sound But for real I'm real glad I grew up in hip hop Still got mad love for a record called "beat bop" It meant a lot spinning on my Walkman Shout out to the African Bam And to the S to the P the double O-N-Y The one MC who you can't deny I'd listen to the records and they'd inspire Sit down to write and the pen breathes fire Construct a rhyme with specific intent Flowin' from and brain cells right through the pen And then I put the book down grab a hold the mic Words flowin' so cold turn water to ice Come through the wire saturate the tape You put me in the mix nice it up with the plate And then they press it on wax sell it in the store The DJ spin the record out on the dance floor Comin' through the speakers to shake your eardrum Brain cells get lit then you hear where we're comin' from Well Adrock (huh) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Mike D (huh) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn MCA (ayah) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Beastie Boys in the house don't stop