Animal drums like he's Dr. Teeth
It goes red light, green light, 1, 2, 3
One large coffee, fuck you, peace
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
I was a fiend before I became a teen
Melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream
Music-orientated, so when hip hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Song: Microphone Fiend
Artist: Eric B. and Rakim
Materials used: crushed ice cream cones and melted ice cream
These MCs is eatable
I'm renting the universe
But the stars don't fit and my bars are too mega
Is the fruit of my labor, my plate is full of color
Arugula and rutabaga, share the food with my neighbor
Truly innovative like Fela Kuti and Ginger Baker
Expand your consciousness and dismiss the foolishness
[Not my favorite KRS song...but that's because they're all good.]
Tasty like a souffle, a French croissant on Tuesday
Rappers be booty
Goofy, that's how they crew stay
In the middle of wack, my soul sticks to a track
[I love Common.]
I never kissed the ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses
Thick, and I lasted past these rat bastards
I keep all my rhymes in my LeSportsac
[For an awesome list of all the food-related lyrics ever written by the Beastie Boys, check out this post by The Food in My Beard.]
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye
I got to do my thing and that's no lie