Too Many Rappers (New Reactionaries Version) [feat. Nas]

Mic check, mic check
One (one), two (two), three (three)
Too many rappers and theres still not enough MCs
It goes three (three), two (two), one (one)
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D thats 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 youve got something on your mind, let it out
Like a Nexus-6, comin home to roost
Handheld 58 when its time to get loose
Dont need the ear goggles, just put me through the speakers
Like a scientist with tubes and beakers
Have MCs over my house and fix em brunch
But you rappers? We goin out - goin dutch
Now pass me the sword - Ill start swingin
Just randomly chopping on a crazy ass mission
Because Im back with the bang boogie
Oogie oogie
Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh my god, just look at me
Grandpa been rappin since 83
Im supersonic like J.J. Fad
Got crazy ass tricks pullin out the bag
Dont forget the tarter sauce, yo, cause its sad
All these crab rappers, theyre rapping like crabs
I have carte blanche
The vagabond Nas is the narcissist
My pockets are rotund
Im no killer but compared to you
Im more realer
You aint a shot caller mobster or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, youre not, mafioso, no
You aint got the cut throat in ya, beginner
I aint trying to hear your racket
You work for police
Dog, you snitch, you rat
You wear that jacket
How many rappers must get dissed?
Give me eight bars and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce and I miss
Real hip hop with which I persist
Like rum and mojitos
Bullets and banditos
Matzoh balls and soup
Jackets and troop
Yes, yall, this is one for the history books
Nasty Nas, whats the word? Count it off on the hook
Lets go. One (one), two (two), three (three)
Too many rappers and theres still not enough MCs
It goes three (three), two (two), one (one)
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D thats 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 youve got something on your mind, let it out
Cause this the type of lyric that 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 ought to charge a tax, for every weak rap
I had to listen to cause wed be makin stacks
(Like Stax Records)
My squad, we got a pact, were never comin wack
To all you crab rappers and hackers
And circuit benders tweaked on Splenda
I take the cake, I stole the mold
That golden microphone, well, thats mine to hold
Now why all these biters all up in my crotch space
Sniffin, buffin, huffin
And mean muggin with the Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucker, you aint sayin nothin
Im broader than Broadway
I was in project hallway
Dual tape recorder lacing oratorials all day
Im just gettin started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when the song is finished, I can sing along with this
By the way, I have a strong fetish
For Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear that Russian blondes the wettest
But anyway, yall better pay homage to my fellas
And thats whats on my mind
And on the rhyme
Whos next up? (Aaaaayah)
Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the making and now were taking
Titles, awards and accolades
Skewer the competition as I sharpen my blades
We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin stadiums to shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car
One (one), two (two), three (three)
Too many rappers and theres still not enough MCs
It goes three (three), two (two), one (one)
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D thats 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 youve got something on your mind, let it out
That was dope