Beastie Boys - Long Burn the Fire lyrics

This is it y'all, some nasty sh**s for ya Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2" 'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzazz You're stealing my book like I was Grandmaster Caz Got rhymes about antihistamines and an*lgesics Rhyme about expectorants, y'all don't see it Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme Burn like fire when I step on the scene I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head I've got tiger's claws that'll scratch you dead I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough So step back and check yourself This MC's got weapons that'll ruin your health So if you're feeling strong, then reach for yours My book is my shield and my mic is my sword, sword, sword... *Long burn the fire The truth shall set you free* Now it's Adrock rappin', I'm back again Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and that's wack, my friend I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin' I take that sh** serious like Jerome to grillin' I burn you to a crisp, s**er, back up off the toaster I make you sick like at Kenny Rogers Roaster See this rap thing is all about the braggadocio I check my rear view, MCs ain't gettin' closer People think I'm slow 'cause I'm just... I'm underchallenged See me, you're like, "Man, that's remarkable talent" Live 'round the clock like Disco Donut I'm like a tailor 'cause I got the thing sewn up Or a proctologist, I move a**es Got so much heat that I fog your mom's gla**es Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants You heard me rappin' now watch me dance Long burn the fire The truth shall set you free Save the date for when they hoist our number to the rafters Above the haters, you can hear our laughter Like Willis Reed or Elton John We done been in the game and our game's still on It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation Just holding it down like the gravitation To all the heads that said, "No can do" Adrock's in the bath filled with chocolate fondue Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini "Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?" Running wild like rats in the Taco Bell On the mic I spit, the match it's lit Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt Making music for librarians to burly jocks The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks