Paul's Boutique
Album - 25 luglio 1989 - Debaser id 11677

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
And I beat a body down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio staying up all night
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin'
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
Oowah oowah is my disco call
MCA *hu-huh* I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers and chicken and you'll be picking your nose
Man, I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point
*It's the joint*

Mike D (yeah?) with your bad self runnin' things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings
Well, I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout
Other DJs he'll put your head out
A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing I'm
In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be peakin' or freakin' I rock well
The Patty Duke Show, the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaicans got mangoes
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
*Shake your rump*

Full clout y'all, full clout y'all
and when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out y'all
Full clout

Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah we've got beef chief, we're knocking out teeth chief
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith
I'm like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip? no skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
*Woo-ha got them all in check*
Running from the law, the press, and the parents
*Is your name Michael Diamond?*
No mine's Clarence
From downtown, Manhattan, The Village
My style was wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
*Shake your rump*

"One two three four"
"One two three four"
"One two three four"
Oh Wine Cooler

Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna' work on Maggie's farm no more
Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
With the hand me down food and the hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
Better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks

Well..
Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall
Kickin' uptown Kickin' downtown Kickin' crosstown
Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall

He drinks where he lies He's covered with flies
He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes
Well You go upstate and get your head together
Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather
Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from um in Tennessee
He lives in the street but he's no bum no
He's a rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
He got a platinum voice but only gold records
On the bass was boots and on the drums was checkers
Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny Ryall
"Who do you think you are"

Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall
Takin' the night train Takin' the O.E.
Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall

"One two three four"
"One two three four"
"One two three four"
"One two three.."

Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar you know what it's for
Man bottle after bottle he always needs more
He's no less important than you working class stiffs
He drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss
He paid his dues playing the blues
He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
"That's right y'all his name is"
Johnny - Kick it

Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall
Johnny Ryall Johnny Rya..

Check the cooled wax

'Cause I'm a high plains drifter And I'm the drifter
The high plains drifter And I'm the drifter
They can't catch me never gonna find me
They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter

Pulled over to the river to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track
I reached behind the seat to snatch a cool one from the pack
A long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
Check the rear view mirror check the gold tooth display
Check the odometer and I was on my way

Cause I'm the high plains drifter the best that you can get
A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette
Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
Don't step to me 'cause you're gonna get mushed cinaster..

I'm doin' 120 plowing over mail boxes
Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
Spend another night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks and then I..
Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter
Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job
I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
I left my car outside and the engine still revvin'
Time to get busy (takin' care of business) at 7-Eleven
And then I went inside to make my withdrawal
I saw all that he had but I had to take it all
Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price
So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
'Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
I made my getaway and then I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star
Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car
Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap
Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry
I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night
I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right
The cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire
You've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
"Outta the car longhair" your goose is cooked
Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked

Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry
Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury
I'm the High Plains Drifter you know I'm never in a hurry

Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis
With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer
My man turned to me and said why are you here?
I said I'm charmin' I'm dashing I'm rental car bashin'
Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing
I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
He said you behave or we'll throw away the key
Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee
I took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
I had a good feeling easy come easy go
I bet on one horse to win and another just for show
And sure enough that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
Hot wired hot wheeled and "Suzy is a headbanger"

Hey...
Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling
Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
Such and such will be the bass that I'm throwing
I'm talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing well..
She's talking to the kid to the kid
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did

Hey ladies *a get funky*
*All the ladies in the house*
*The ladies the ladies*

Well...
Me in the corner with a good looking daughter
I dropped my drawers and said "welcome back Kotter"
We was cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment I begged her please stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothing but a crab
Educated no stupid yep
And when I say stupid I mean stupid fucked up
I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge
I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large
With the white sassoons and the looks that kill
Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville then
I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
You be listening to my records' a number one sound
Just step to the rhythm step step to the ride
I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside
Tune in tune on to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like bees to a hive

Hey ladies *a get funky*
Hey hey hey hey ladies
*Girls girls*
Hey hey hey hey ladies
One more time *ain't it funky now*
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey ladies
*Ain't it funky*

You know that..
She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore
She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door
Break up with your girl it ended in tears
Vincent Van Gogh go and mail that ear
Call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinkin'
The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinkin'
Said come on over it was me that she missed
I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you and you went (girls girls girls) insane
You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train well...
Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak man
Sucking down pints till I didn't know
Woke up in the morning at the one Ton Ho
Cause I announce I like girls that bounce
With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
Girls with curls and big long locks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Walking high and mighty like she's number one
*She thinks she's the passionate one*

Hey ladies *a get funky*
*What's that*
*Good god*
*Good god* *Damn*
*Good god*
*Baby baby baby baby*
*Is it funky brother*
*Hee ha ha ha*
Hey hey hey hey ladies
Hey hey ladies

Jeb... get away from the barbecue man
Don... get the hell away from that thing
Don’s, give me a kiss
Won’t you come and give me a
kiss

Some static started in the pool hall
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
Then I met this girl she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the booty with a Plank Bee
Cause me and my crew were out breakin' windows
The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those
Possession is half the law
I had my routines before all y'all
Your whole life is comin' apart at the seams
You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines
See I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie
Right now I wish I had another hash brownie
Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass
Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfuckin' ass
You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat
"See I personally I wouldn't even wanna' go out like that"

I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it
I don't buy cheeba I grow it
"I'm a farmer"
People always trying to get next to me
I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy
I smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer
Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser
Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush
You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror
My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her
You can't deny me you always want to try me
Yo you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast
Smokin' that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street
The only cop with a rope chain with the walking the beat
So like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'
Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'
Space cake cookies I discover who I am
I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains
Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants
My mind is kinda' rhymin' and I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink
So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning
I feel like it is always the beginning
Of another rhyme I'm rappin' MC'in' I rock
You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped

Riddle me this brother can you handle it
Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
It's not how you play the game it's how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to
I once was lost but now I'm found
The music washes over and you're one with the sound
Who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall
I think I'm starting to peak now, Al
From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Only 24 hours in a day
Only 12 notes a man can play
Music for all and not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers
Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers
If not for my vices my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires
So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business with pleasure way too much
I mean wine and women and song and such
I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak
Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Give to the poor and I always give thanks
Got more stories that J.D. Salinger
I hold the title and you are the challenger
I've got money like Charles Dickens
Got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens
Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman
*Never gonna let them say that I don't love you*
My noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin' of course
Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn
Sippin' on wine and mackin'
Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin'
Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me
*Being very proud to be an M.C.*
And the man upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
The bass is bumpin' from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance
They tell us what to do? Hell no!
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

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