Paul Revere

Here's a little story I gots to tell

About three bad brothers you know so well

It started way back in history with Adrock, MCA and me, Mike D

I been had a little horsey named Paul Revere

Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer

Ridin' cross the land, kickin' up sand

Sheriff Posse is on my tail 'cause I'm in demand

One lonely Beastie I be

All by myself without nobody

The Sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat

The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat

Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy

His name is MCA, I said howdy, he said hi

He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed

Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst

The brew was in my hand, and he was on my tip

His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for asip

He said: Can I get some?

I said: You can't get none

I had a chance to run

But he pulled out his shotgun

Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead

He put the gun to my head and this is what he said

My name is MCA, I got a license to kill

I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill

So what do we have here?

And outlaw and his beer

I run this land, you understand, I've made myself clear

We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin

As if this story's over, but it's ready to begin

I've got the gun, you've got the brew

You've got two choices of what you can do

It's not a tough descision as you can see

I can blow you away or you can ride with me

I said: I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border

The Sheriff is after me for what I did to his daughter

I did it like this, I did it like that

I did it with the whiffle ball bat

So I'm on the run, the cop's got my gun

Right about now it's time to have some fun

The King Adrock, that is my name

And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot

The beat was-a-bumpin' and the girlies was hot

This dude was starin' like he knows who we are

So we took the empty spot next to him at the bar

MCA said: Yo, you know this kid?

I said I didn't but I know he did

The kid said: Get ready, 'cause this ain't funny

My name is Mike D and I'm about to get money

He pulled out the jammey, aimed it at the sky

He yelled, stick 'em up and let two fly

Hands went up and people hit the floor

He wasted two kids that ran for the door

I'm Mike D and I get respect

Your cash and your jewelery is what I expect

MCA what with it, and he's my ace

So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face

The piano player's out, the music stopped

This boy had beef, and he got dropped

Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold

I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold