Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
On location, touring around the nation,
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
Four and three and two and one
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
D. pulled me over, said hide your gold,
I got rhythms. I got rhymes.
I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme driller,
Slow riding, gun hidin' on the go
Beastie Boys always on vacation
And when I'm on the mic, the suckers run
I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow
A mic in my hand and a mouth full of Miller
I got the girlies with the Def behinds
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
The girl is crafty like ice is cold
The girlies I like are underage
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
