The Brouhaha Beastie Boys (Ft. Mix Master Mike)

Now what the blood clot, I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop?
Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Willis? Who the illest?
You know my name's Adam, stop callin' me Phyllis
Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor?
It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour
A phenomenon, pandemonium
The club is blowing up like plutonium

What's all the fanfare, what's the to do
We're known to bring the hullabaloo
On stage or at the spa
Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha
‘Cause it's a brouhaha
‘Cause it's a brouhaha

There's a commotion that's goin' down
I talk more shit than drown the clown
I'm like that freak from Cirque du Soleil
With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say

Ten nine eight seven six five four
Get upon the mic and I'm a even the score
One two three, three to two one
Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun