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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn Now, let me introduce myself, I'm Ad Rock (Rock) No matter what you order from I got it in stock (stock) We doin our thing, well we got it on lock (lock) Gonna pop off the lip with the old non-stop So take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got (got) I'll take a licking, still tick tick tock (tock) Smoked salmon, ate old school lox (lox) A zooted buddha baby and I buy gray socks It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please (please) Stinkin' nasty, like the head cheese (cheese) Cat scans, honorary degrees Rhymes fresh pressed like eighty-three Lees You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on Well that's all I got, except I just got ( ?? ) Touchin' all my nails when my feets in the cab (cab) I am {?} but her past is bad (bad) All you perfect bums that are into crabs (crabs) Come take a shower and wash that ass Rock non-stop in the New York City (City) Got the heat on the mic lookin so damn pretty (pretty) Sittin' by me well it must feel shitty (shitty) The real thing to say, here it goes, tough titty I got my rhymes in the picture and it's time to floor (floor) I'm at the two and I'm screamin four (four) Get into your party as I declare war (war) I'm gonna feed this hunger that smile like a dinosaur You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on On and on, to the break of dawn |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
It's hot here gotta say it's so
I got you right where I want Got an honest face so you turn your back When in doubt run up your attack At one time you were slick and your grill was cold And now funny how the shit gets old You can run, you can run but it will catch up Like now see me, I'll show you up Now you wanna get back when you had your shine But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme Can't stop won't stop no compromise It's a house of cards built out of lies Coming down like a bird floating on the mist Turn on the track back track and twist You work hard to climb the list Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) You're caught now by the skin you're in In a bind now your thoughts go to all your sins Hits much harder back better count on that I tell you what we know always holds us back Now you mutter and you stutter and you putter don't stop I got in your heart and I shook you up In a bind now you're caught by the fear setting in Choked on the thought that you don't it again Keep the competition in check You draft your plans at your drafting desk You try to play to win but now you lost Like clams with no tartar sauce Wcheming in the attic, thought you had it So dramatic I got the stats mathematics, automatic-systematic She's super bad now, whatcha watcha want now? I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger, danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win Don't play no game that I can't win |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Put this on a zip disc, send it to your lawyer,
Tell him to file me under funky Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner Sometimes i get paid thai as a starter My other order pad see yew is much darker Ad Horovitz, I take a shvitz I'm known for my glamour and my glitz check it As I bust I really must encrust This microphone rust with diamond fairy dust I don't wear crocs and I don't wear sandals The pump dont't work 'cause the vandals took the handle Stop singing that song in the wrong key What you looking at? Funky Donkey Funky Donkey I go wooooo like a fire engine Flashing lights to get your attention So stop sweating me about the weather Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk Well I was swimming in the water of the ocean Like Dr. Jekyll with the magic potion We're brad new, never ever the same "What's that what's that what's the name?" Funky Donkey Funky Donkey Funky Donkey |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Yes, yes, yes
Ill out the gate, I set it off I suppose you're exposed, so get lost You break off, cut all connections Join the sucker emcee witness protection Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-MIKE D! Slip off my lows in the place to be Always on time so I never botch The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch Now here's a little somethin for ya I'ma grab a little and store yah Do some balancin' for ya And if you feelin' chilly I'ma get you a shawl Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D Don't really get in the press like Z 'Cause I speak my conscience and speak my mind Don't trip and flip and then I stop to find Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back Laugh and crack guns while squads smokin' crack The odds are stacked for those who lack Been a lucky motherfucker when it comes to that I slow roast, I'm steady tappin' Oh yes, I guess I'm the toast of Manhattan In Miami, I'm sleazy with John Salley Shout to Andre, Lee on Tally Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya This shit is crazy This shit is cra-zyyyy! (DING) Dr. Karl to proceed, a/k/a Jewish Dr. Bombay is the ladies choice Step on stage so we smoke and dry moist Every time I bring it twoice as noice Now he's a breddern, take an Excedrin Aldermen check your rhymers Tippy Hedrin I'm undefined, I'm gettin much finer Steady loungin in my La-Z-Boy recliner Bruisin' and jabbin', amped up on coffee Like kids goin wild at the sight of Mr. Softee I smash around the corner (GASP) and sneakin up When you're breathin down your neck (GASP) just keepin up Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Doing it big
I'm the lyrical mathematical genius Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this Internationally known, the longest, the leanest Shout out the one Jose Nenis I hit'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop Yeah, we got the beat and the beat go drop The ping pong paddle make the batter go pop Now take a look around this spot I'm seeding every detail like an over-cranked camera Sleestacks in the back say "Damn ya!" You say "I can't", and I say "Why can't ya?" Chopping the track in the - in the land of You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you There is a bird in here That's my D.J. not Dr. Brassiere Dropping bombs like a bombardiere Cocao he's a chocolatiere We're giving y'all a little slice of heaven B Boys bringing it back to A7 Deal with the schizm ride on the rhythm Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em I'll stage a coup and usurp your position 'Cause like a mormon, I'm on a mission We're audible-visible, cadence is lyrical Got the mental and physical when the moment is critical You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you Lee Majors come again Like the 16 billion dollar man Ooh watch out, in the back of the bus, gonna bust Lee Majors style I said stop watch how I flip Bill Piedmont with the Kung Fu grip Haymaker round house show can't continue At the Roller Rink down in Virginia Oh, did I spill the beans I see your grandpa in apple bottom jeans A Von Dutch cap, Ugg boots to match Once the word gets out you can't take it back I'm a pause tape competition expert winner Just a doggone long armed tall yarn spinner You want to battle? Easy now, star My DJ's so nasty he needs a sneeze guard You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit
Bring it 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 stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics Roll without 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 will 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 Now, it's Ad Rock rappin' I'm back again Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and it's wack my friend I'm a mack so relax or end up chillin' I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin' I burn you to a crisp sucker, back up off the toaster I make you sick like a Kenny Rogers Roaster See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocio I check my rearview, emcees ain't gettin closer People think I'm slow, 'cause I'm just not one to challenge See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent." Fly around the clock like disco donut I'm like a tailer 'cause I got the thing sewn up Or a proctologist, I move asses Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants You heard me rap and now watch me dance (Long burn) (Long burn) (Long burn) (Long burn) Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter Like goodness me or empty john We done did it again and our game is still on It's not tic-tac-toe or Operation Just holdin' it down like the gravitation Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue String of nuts like the name is Mike Pizzini Or a fine household name like Sergio Tacini Now that we're here, back and raising hell I'm runnin' wild like rats in the Taco Bell On the mic I sit, the match gets lit Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant Makin music from librarians to curly jocks The rapper Mike D not Goldilocks |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Step off my Seco, dressed up tuxedo Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flamethrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I’m getting bolder, competition is waning I got the feeling and assume the lane and We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Armed insurrection, popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I’m like an ornithologist when I get pissed You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted And sifted, I’m just whiffed And when I catch MCs it’s time for wing-clipping I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running and gone 'Cause I’m about the best and if you diss than that’s wrong We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf And you can show it to your friends and say “that’s my old self” Can’t do me nothing, can’t tell me nada Don’t quote me now because I’m doing the lambada The forbidden dance, here’s my chance To make romance in my B-boy stance Parlay romancing into the financing Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson The roaches check in, but they never check out I set the record straight, no doubt We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
(Well how you feelin Ad Rock?) Well I'm feelin well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell (Well how feelin Mike D?) Well I feel all good All day is how we play in the neighborhood (Well how you feelin MCA?) Well I feel right I swing my words on the track cause the track sound tight (So if you're feelin good and you're feelin right) (Uhh, somebody step up and grab the mic) [Ad Rock] Well hello everybody and how you been It's Ad Rock rappin on the microphone again I got grace class style finesse and debonaire Murderalize motherfuckers cause I just don't care The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer Like macaroni cause the shit sound cheesy Watch how it's done boy, it looks easy The non-stop, goin off, kingpin, microphone boss do my own thing, you can't afford the cost of my fly styles that complete the turnstile Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wiggidy wild! Now get your ass on the floor, I got total control I flow like the water out your toilet bowls Your style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch You know you're not smokin on the microphone much There's a certain special talent that I never lack Huh hah huh hah! And that's a fact Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac You better break a wishbone cause we never wack Then, we never that and that is that And we're the nonstop disco powerpack! Uhh, that's right, we go all night Who gonna be next to bless the mic? [Beastie Boys] Now this is the way we run it down We're gettin you high on the funky sound This is the way we get it on B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn [Mike D] See I mix my style up like a cement mixer Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic louder Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder I'll max and relax, champag-no ego Don't know commando, don't know bandito Je m'appelle Michele, very long Me and Dawn in the shack and we got it goin on Prince he's in the hot tub like it's seventy-three Lookin over his shoulder and he's lookin at me I'm up right in the face, towel around my waist What's up with that watch inside the glass case? I go to make my move, sneak out the place Undetected! Not leavin a trace Party's done, microphone threat Rhymes been jumped, and heads been checked I see one last profiterol, I make my play And pass the microphone to MCA [MCA] Non-stop, from the top, when you clock, then we rock Them not kickin, them not stickin, we be makin hip-hop (So c'mon everybody get down... yeah) Now there's a spot check, get the dead count down Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down Pound for pound, keep the basslines round See you rockin, clockin, checkin my sound {?} but I grew up with hip-hop Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Rock" It mean a lot spinnin on my Walkman Shoutout, to the Afrika Bam' And to the X to the {?} the double-O-N-Y The one emcee, who you can't deny At least he threw me records, that made heads fly Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire Construct a rhyme, with specific intent Flippin all the braincells right to the pen And then I put the root down when I hold the mic Words flowin so cold turn water to ice Come through to rock such a rate to tape You put me in the mix like {?} up at the plate And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store The DJ's screamin kick it out on the dancefloor Comin through the speaker to shake your eardrum Braincells get with it make you hear where we're from [Outro: Beastie Boys] Ad Rock, HUH! Get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Now Mike D, HUH! Get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn And MCA (yeah) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Beastie Boys in the house, DON'T STOP!!! [echoes] |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
You talk and talk and you just can't stop
Every word comes to mind, it's a crock What you say is lackluster I thrash emcees who try to bring a filibuster Yeah, right, get OK Give me somethin' new to start the day Said see you later When you comin' home? It's a gift, it's a curse, it's a telephone Now let's start over with a nice clean slate Please stop stressin' with the hurry up date Heard you the first time, that sounds great But back up out my space, OK? (Yeah yeah, right right) OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! Wrapped in pink ribbon, so pretty My name's Mike D from New York City I guess it's all in the mind What I leave behind Go to these schools like a nice mad professor Then I show chagrin every word that you utter Yes you said you are a big deal But money calm down, for real! Got to control my mind Got to slow down, rewind What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? (What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? What is goin' on in my head?) Now I don't give a fuck who the hell you are Please stop shoutin' in your cellular I never asked you for part of your day So please stop shoutin' in your phone, OK? You lie like a plainclothes cop Take a number take a look and take stock Take a minute, get your mind unlocked Get the rhythm when I do the wop What's goin' on in my head? And why has the sky gone all red? Be kind, rewind At least tell me what it is I did Or just say what should I say Hmmm... OK! (Yeah yeah, right, right) OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Say it
To the heart of the matter, the mic I shatter So cold on the mic I make your teeth chatter While you climb the corporate ladder To make your pockets fatter We be flipping styles like pancake batter Looking through your binos spying on me But I'm running like a rhino on a drinking spree You call yourself an MC but what's your truth? Gotta let it loose inside the toll booth Suckers sniffin' on socks chewin' on rocks No complication want the combination to the lock You wanna get inside well then you best knock knock And when you get on you got to rock non-stop Once it hits your mind what'cha gonna do? Don't keep it inside you've got to Say it: let it out, let it out Scream it: gonna shout, gonna shout Write it: put it out, put it out Say it: gotta get it out, get it out Watchout come again now sucker Yaa Well I can feel it my bloodstream, see it in they eyes People lining up for their own demise To help the man make weapons to monetize Corporate violence we can't abide You can keep your bottle service and your cabana But your ass drunk like you slipped on a banana Like nick nack patty wack you've got to let it out From the mind to the mic to the word to a shout Mind to the rhyme paper to the pen The brand new dance called the David Rodigan You sure your reallly wanna let me begin You can't stop me rhymin' when I'm on, I'm all in Stop before it comes true Once it hits your mind what'cha gonna do? Don't keep it inside you've got to Say it: let it out, let it out Scream it: gonna shout, gonna shout Write it: put it out, put it out Say it: gotta get it out, get it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Now, it's suffice to say that I'm nicer
Nice in the cut and yes I'm the slicer Or should I say, I'm the filet-er I hate the game, I hate the player But don't get discombobulated and upset Because trust me, we ain't even begun yet Mike D has gotta rock it we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock down, rock it we rock it non-stop MCA gotta rock, we rock it non-stop And you don't stop, the body rock Watch me make the fire, now I make it sizzle As I flip your omelette at the D Pizzle Like Molto Mario, they call me Taster D Or a quick fire challenge put that {?} on G.D. You can, {?} and fortified Not squares on the block and not taken for a ride Mike D gotta rock and we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock gotta rock and we rock it non-stop MCA gotta rock and we rock it non-stop And then you don't stop, the body rock Got things {?} bubblin up and they're out of my hands And I don't never claim that sounds too grand Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust You gotta be the one to dance and that's a must Yes I cuss when I grab my nuts Got a six finger demon says excuse our dust Mike D's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop MCA's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop And you don't stop, for what, to what |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Another official selection from the Bill Harper collection
Hey Adam it's Bill, um thanks |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Oh!!
This routine dates way back A lot of people may remember this routine but it's evolved, now Yeah from the summer before last Well my name's Mike D and I got a new name And that new name is Larry Well my name is Ad Rock, and then I got a new name And my new name is Harry Well my name is MCA, but I got a new name And that new name is Gary Well my DJ's name, it stayed the same 'Cause his new name is Larry |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Awww shit
Woah, what? And... Front (front), back (back), sucker then a snack pack (pack) I (I) got (got) lawn mower whack (whack) Get (get) down (down) grade A ground round Sound that you're loving, giving (giving) us a pound (pound) Full (full) force (force) Lisa (Lisa) dope jam All (all) night (night) listening to Dope Man You can (you can) say (say) yes we're looking pretty (pretty) Money (money) making (making) New York City! |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep ‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83 Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I aint tryin’ to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist, like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong) I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space? sniffin, muffin, huffin And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that’s what’s on my mind, and the rhyme who’s next up? Mike D. The man of mystery History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’ Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Make Some Noise [single] (2011)
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Step off my Seco, dressed up tuxedo Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flamethrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I’m getting bolder, competition is waning I got the feeling and assume the lane and We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Armed insurrection, popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I’m like an ornithologist when I get pissed You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted And sifted, I’m just whiffed And when I catch MCs it’s time for wing-clipping I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running and gone 'Cause I’m about the best and if you diss than that’s wrong We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf And you can show it to your friends and say “that’s my old self” Can’t do me nothing, can’t tell me nada Don’t quote me now because I’m doing the lambada The forbidden dance, here’s my chance To make romance in my B-boy stance Parlay romancing into the financing Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson The roaches check in, but they never check out I set the record straight, no doubt We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me |
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from Shrek Forever After (슈렉 포에버) [ost] (2010)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from Cool - Legends (2009)
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice) |
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from Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers (feat. Nas) [single] (2009)
Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep ‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83 Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I aint tryin’ to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist, like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong) I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space? sniffin, muffin, huffin And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that’s what’s on my mind, and the rhyme who’s next up? Mike D. The man of mystery History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’ Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 5 - The Hit Men (2009)
How here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy His name is M.C.A., 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 a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, "Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin "Now I got the gun - you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision 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's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this - I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun And 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 the we hit the spot The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot This dude was staring like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar M.C.A. 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's Mike D. and I'm about to get money." Pulled out the jammy - 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 jewelry is what I expect" M.C.A. was 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 His boy had beef - and he got dropped Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2008)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2008)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh my god now take a look at me My life line's run by AT&T They got their wires all up in me Is push and pull the way it's got to be Once again I'm all wrapped up in me and me |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh my god now take a look at me My life line's run by AT&T They got their wires all up in me Is push and pull the way it's got to be Once again I'm all wrapped up in me and me |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Body movin, body movin,
A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin, body movin, We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc Let your spine unwind just take a risk I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn Tell me party people is that so wrong The ship is docking, inter-lockin And up-rockin electro-shocking We're getting down computer action Do the robotic satisfaction All of y'all get off the wall Have a ball and get involved with Body movin, body movin with the A-1 sound sound so soothing Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin bodies in motion cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music drivin you insane You can't explain to people this type of mind frame Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap I'm fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin not perfection Let me get some action from the back section Body movin, body movin, A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin, body movin, We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin Mike D with the master plan Ooh my my and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream Ooh god damn The creme de la creme is who I am MCA where have you been Packed like sardines in the tin So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim Adrock light up the place And if you pull my card you pull the ace And if you ask me turn up the bass And if you play defender I could be your hyper space Body movin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear Alex and Marilyn
They're Lovey and Thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And Rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On Hornblower's lederhosen Like Walt Disney he'll be frozen And then the Swiss Hall of Fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin His name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector Clouseau and Derek Flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to Dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Rewind the tape and punch me in Like Chuck D with the where you never been I'm in I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin' Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin MCs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines Yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dedication - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dedication - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys
Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes Can I get a witness to testify Open your eyes realize electrify So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed A set back ain't all that much problem to invade So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes realize electrify |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes Can I get a witness to testify Open your eyes realize electrify So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed A set back ain't all that much problem to invade So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes realize electrify |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the Chorus And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back'cause that's the way I've got to live So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Gravy and King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the words ain't mine I just pass em along For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes And more crimes are committed as I say these lines |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall, I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad, it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live Never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live Never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvy and King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the words ain't mine I just pass 'em along For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes And more crimes are committed as I say these lines |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What's pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of all my sight Is not what I find when I reach into the light I have lost my mind I'm walking through time Deluded as the next guy Pretending and hoping to find That distant peace of mind I don't know Who does know There is no Where to go It's not so simple as I try to wish But then again what is? There is no other worthy quest So on I go I don't know Who does know There is no Where to go I don't know Who does know Where to go I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What's pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of my sight Is not what I find when I reach into the light I have lost my mind I'm walking through time Deluded as the next guy Pretending and hoping to find That distant peace of mind I don't know Who does know There is no Where to go It's not so simple as I try to wish But then again what is? There is no other worthy quest So on I go |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
And what do you do when
Your man kills himself and How do I make friends now And where is my Mom I need to show her that She taught me And please let me Die an instant death Venom are from Newcastle |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
And what do you do when
Your man kills himself and How do I make friends now And where is my Mom I need to show her that She taught me And please let me Die an instant death |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4
ANOTHER DIMENSION X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X6 Well, now don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Like no ones beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because we're so versetile Style, profile I said It always brings me back when I hear ooh child From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon to the very last mile Well if you battle me I feel reviled People always sayin my style is wild You got goal, you got guile To step to me, I'm a rap-o-phile If you wanna battle you're in denial Comin' from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY, PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X2 Jazz and AWOL thats our team Step into the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Well I have to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean With the tough guy style I'm not to keen Tryin' to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Goin shine like gaze on tv Keep on rappin' cause that's my dream Thank Mo Dee for stickin to the beats Now when it comes to envy ya'll is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension a new galaxy Intergalactic Planetary INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY, PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4 From the family tree of old school hip-hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks Your rhymes are spread just like a pox Cause the music is loud like an electric shock I am know to do the wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D gets biz on the crops Beastie Boys known to let the beat Drop When I write graffiti my name was Slop If I rap soup my beats is stock Step from the table when I start to chop I'm the lumberjack DJ ADrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees start shakin and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X6 |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Like a broken clock that can't tell time Like a thick ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One two one two this is just a test Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long Like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong Like fudge and caramel they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if, I bet As time goes by in this give and take As long as I learn I will make mistakes What do I want? What do I need? Why do I want it? What's in it for me? It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One two one two this is just a test |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Like a broken clock that can't tell time Like a thick ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One two one two this is just a test Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long Like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong Like fudge and caramel they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if, I bet As time goes by in this give and take As long as I learn I will make mistakes What do I want? What do I need? Why do I want it? What's in it for me? It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One two one two this is just a test |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Nowhere left to hide Picture this now crystal clear Nothing left to hold her here And creeping up meanwhile Traces of a smile Eyes open wide to see if I could fly |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Nowhere left to hide Picture this now crystal clear Nothing left to hold her here And creeping up meanwhile Traces of a smile Eyes open wide to see if I could fly |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin to the broad day light g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it No limits to this style you know you can't lock it First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze Every thought in the mind is a planted seed So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack Before you know it they're boomeranging on back I'm the king of boogle there is none higher I get 11 points off the word quagmire Fools can't see me and that's how it is And that's how I like it cause that's my biz Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin to the broad day light g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright Time's an illusion as the moments race by Too fast to really grasp though we may try Deny, till we die, ooh my my These thoughts that mislead and then multiply Second by second and minute by minute It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it Shakin mind breakin on their own demise Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes So tell me what you need that you have got Fiending on power will make your blood clot It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong That's why we can't all just get along We're all connected like a Leggo set One equaling one together like a croquette Whether we have or have not yet met It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin to the broad day light g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain The selfish ways just can't maintain But these are the breaks when you try and come fake Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12 I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf You be like hello nasty where you been It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on I get so hyped when I hear this song It's gonna keep me happy like all day long So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash Multinationals spreading like a rash I might stick around or I might be a fad But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin to the broad day light g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright Junior |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Like a broken clock that can't tell time Like a thick ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One two one two this is just a test Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long Like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong Like fudge and caramel they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if, I bet As time goes by in this give and take As long as I learn I will make mistakes What do I want? What do I need? Why do I want it? What's in it for me? It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One two one two this is just a test |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick It's the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won't change your situation Have you seen what I mean I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams So I say this rhyme built by design To take you beyond space and time Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal The man pushing buttons on remote control Remote control Until your back's up against the wall You never know yourself that much at all So you've got to share your love with a friend That's all that you've got left in the end Living in this city of pure confusion People mislead by their own illusion All this action, no satisfaction We're all linked together like a chain reaction Play or fold, love is bold What is the future that will unfold? Some like it hot, others like it cold But we all want to hold the remote control Remote control Things get hectic quick All of the sudden I'm in the thick Too much drama all around Distractions booming in sensuround Like a rainy day's Earth won't sit still Sliding on down a hill Sometimes life seems to stall So never be ungrateful y'all So I got a little something for your pay per view Like Don King I've got the crazy hair do We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol Controlled on Earth by remote control |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick It's the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won't change your situation Have you seen what I mean I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams So I say this rhyme built by design To take you beyond space and time Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal The man pushing buttons on remote control Until your back's up against the wall You never know yourself that much at all So you've got to share your love with a friend That's all that you've got left in the end Living in this city of pure confusion People mislead by their own illusion All this action, no satisfaction We're all linked together like a chain reaction Play or fold, love is bold What is the future that will unfold? Some like it hot, others like it cold But we all want to hold the remote control Things get hectic quick All of the sudden I'm in the thick Too much drama all around Distractions booming in sensuround Like a rainy day's Earth won't sit still Sliding on down a hill Sometimes life seems to stall So never be ungrateful y'all So I got a little something for your pay per view Like Don King I've got the crazy hair do We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol Controlled on Earth by remote control |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Go by the name of the King Ad Rock
Super educated I'm smarter than Spock spock Everytime you hear you will agree Ain't no brother like the K-I-D d You know what I mean? yup yeah I'm tellin' you with the echo... I'm tellin' you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Go by the name of the King Ad Rock
Super educated I'm smarter than Spock spock Everytime you hear you will agree Ain't no brother like the K-I-D d You know what I mean? yup yeah I'm tellin' you with the echo... I'm tellin' you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What makes you feel
And why you gotta be Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world So sick and evil I know you don't know What makes you feel Like you got miracle whip appeal Who made you the judge an jury Ain't you never heard of privacy What makes this world So sick and evil You figure it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What makes you feel
And why you gotta be Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world So sick and evil I know you don't know What makes you feel Like you got miracle whip appeal Who made you the judge an jury Ain't you never heard of privacy What makes this world So sick and evil You figure it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people 'Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say it So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say it So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear alex and marilyn
They're lovey and thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On hornblower's lederhosen Like walt disney he is frozen And then the swiss hall of fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin My name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause i Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector clouseau and derek flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Mario rewind the tape and punch him in Like chuck d with the where you never been I'm in Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause I get I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin', movin on Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin mcs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all Can't, won't, don't stop |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear alex and marilyn
They're lovey and thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On hornblower's lederhosen Like walt disney he is frozen And then the swiss hall of fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin My name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause i Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector clouseau and derek flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Mario rewind the tape and punch him in Like chuck d with the where you never been I'm in Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause I get I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin', movin on Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin mcs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all Can't, won't, don't stop |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hello.
It's times like this when I just can't stop Can't wind your body without the body rock Got schemes schematics blue prints on file You gotta have dreams to make it all worthwhile So as I take my time and realign I wonder what it is I hope to find I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast Adrock with the New Addition Edition Gettin on down for the year 2000 A slight distraction can get you paid And when it comes to that type shit I paved the way BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin on and on Dogs love me'cause I'm crazy sniffable I bet you never knew I got the ill peripheral In your home I'm cloned I'm on your headphones I love it when you spazz out all alone 'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key I'm unlockable so don't check me Got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind The sky is falling and I'm falling behind So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain Insane mind games move quick like flames So now I wonder how sometimes you never know Who be rockin y'all in stereo in stereo in stereo in stereo No time like the present to work shit out That's what I'm going on and on and on about Not fakin just makin beats in the dungeon Keep that shit funky'cause the odor is pungent No shame in my game just par for the path I try to hone my craft because at hands the task But I find I'm not playing with a full deck I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec All I wanna know is when is checkout time So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme And when I'm with my man Shadi rock at the gates We'll be rockin rhythms over disco breaks BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin on and on Hubiera una vez un gran rey que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hello...
It's times like this when I just can't stop Can't wind your body without the body rock Got schemes, schematics, blueprints on file You got to have the dreams to make it all worthwhile So as I take my time and realign I wonder what it is I hope to find I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast Ad Rock with the New Edition Gettin' on down for the year 2000 A slight distraction can get you paid And when it comes to that type shit, I paved the way B-Boys to the early morn B-Girls be rockin' on and on B-Girls to the break of dawn B-Boys be rockin' on and on Dogs love me cause I'm crazy sniffable Now I bet you never knew I got the ill peripheral In your home I'm cloned I'm on your headphones I love it when you spaz out all alone 'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key I'm unlockable so don't check me I got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind The sky is falling and I'm falling behind So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain Insane mind games move quick like flames So now I wonder how sometimes you never know Who be rockin' y'all in stere-ere-o In stere-ere-o, in stere-ere-o, in stereo No time like the present to work shit out That's what we going on and on and on about I'm not fakin', just makin' beats in the dungeon Keep that shit funky 'cause the odor is pungent No shame in my game just par for the path I try to hone my craft because at hands the task But I find I'm not playing with a full deck I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec All I wanna know is when is checkout time So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme And when I'm with my man Shadi rock at the gates We'll be rockin' rhythms over disco breaks B-Boys to the early morn B-Girls be rockin' on and on B-Girls to the break of dawn B-Boys be rockin' on and on On and on On and on... (repeats) *Hubo una vez un gran rey Que tenia muchas tierras, un castillo y tambien un amor Hubo una vez un gran rey Que tenia muchas tierras, un castillo y tambien un amor O el rey O o el rey* |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention That I am well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose you so and so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you everybody I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane if it don't rain Sucker MC's are problematic I love it when you hit those switches A curve ball's what my pitch is So here we here we come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects Read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen everybody let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all those people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention That I am well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose you so and so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you everybody I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane if it don't rain Sucker MC's are problematic I love it when you hit those switches A curve ball's what my pitch is So here we here we come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects Read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen everybody let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all those people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can
Come on now I've got the D double O, D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice 'Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get nice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kreme Kenny Rogers' "Gambler" is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know You know we break it down, going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin' with Mario Well my name is Ad Rock I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me 'cause I just don't know I'm known to Mop I'm known to Glo But don't get mad 'cause I gots to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say Gotta get down Mix Master cut faster Mix Master cut, cut, cut faster All top secret and classified I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified I never wanna let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area Causing all kinds of hysteria My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry, I'll take care of ya Me and Adam, Adam and the Mario C In the studio it's the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what you got to say Goddamn that DJ made my day |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hey yo Adam what's up? This is Mix Master Mike
I'm calling from Sacramento. Um I've been wanting to hook up with you maybe on some tracks. I've got some shit right here if you could.. My turntable's through a wah wah pedal. It's called the tweak scratch 'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can Come on.. I've got the D double O D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice voice 'Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get noice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage whoo Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage 3 MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say "My god" "oh Mike" "All the time" Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kremes Kenny Rogers' Gambler is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know know You know we break it down going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin with Mario whoowee Well my name is Adrock I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me cause I just don't know I'm known to mop I'm known to glow glow But don't get mad cause I got to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what cha got to say "Gotta' - Gotta' - Gotta' get down" Mix Master ah cut faster Ah Mix Master ah cut cut ah cut faster All top secret and classified fied I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified whoowee I never wanna' let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area haa Causing all kinds of hysteria My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry I'll take care of ya Me and Adam Adam and Mario C In the studio with the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what you got to say "God damn that DJ made my day" _biz markie_ You came off with that one Joe, oh my goodness |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well We be kickin bass all up in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition we've got them locked U.N.I.T.E. A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite BBoys of the world unite I went inside the deli and my man's like what I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So 'Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set' Automation circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap People of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 1200's I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin action Do it like this for the intergalaction I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In money makin it's how we do I be smokin roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron) HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS We keep it movin to the broad daylight BGirls of the world unite alright Keep it on and on |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well We be kickin bass all up in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition we've got them locked U.N.I.T.E. A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite BBoys of the world unite I went inside the deli and my man's like what I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set" Automation circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap People of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 1200's I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin action Do it like this for the intergalaction I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In money makin it's how we do I be smokin roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron) HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS We keep it movin to the broad daylight BGirls of the world unite alright Keep it on and on |
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from Beastie Boys - Triple Trouble (Clean) [single] (2004)
If You
If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere Run this rap game like a brigadier I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven Snares on the five and thirteen Rhymes on time and that's the given We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' The source of the problem is at the origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn Cerrone on the microphone I am Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar My rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that? Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed We're originators you can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e 'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle thus making their beauty a bit awkward |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here Because Your Crystal Bal Ain't So Crystal Clear So While You Sit Backand Wonder Why I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side Oh My, It's A Mirage I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin' You'll Shut Me Dow With A Push Of Your Button? But I'm Out And I'm Gone I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On 'Cause What You See You Might Not Get And We Can Bet So Don't You Get Souped Yet You're Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage I'm Trying To Tell You Now It's Sabotage Why; Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It But I'm Gonna Set It Straight This Watergate I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My Face But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle What Could It Be, It's A Miracle You're Scheming On A Thing; That's Sabotage |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information From You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes You Can't Front On That Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time This Time I'm Losing My Mind You Can't Front On That But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach You Can't Front On That So What'cha Want |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Fresh Dressed, 'cause I shop at Modell's
Deep in Brooklyn, I ride the L Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Murrow out on Avenue L. Well, we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks With the diamond stylus yo, we cutting wax We're the super elastic bubble plastic Got ethereal material that's straight up classic You try to vex reject but you should respect Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx So don't start to flex up in the discotheque Or we'll make you extinct like a tyranosaurus rex We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads, Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Como esta? Ho fato molte telefonate I said OOPS! Gotcha, clutch like Piazza Sneak between the sheets, so hide the matzoh Holla back challah bread...next We are the crew that put the crew in cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D, the one who put the satin in your panties Time to count MC's in this place to be Not 5 not 4 not 2 just 3 We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? Roundhouse kick the mic out your hand Drunken Mantis, my name brand So if you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam Ginip Ginop, I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop So pack up your bags and your mic and don't wait E.T. phone home, now get the fuck out my face You know we shake 'em, bake 'em, then we take 'em Treat MC's like leaves, go out and rake 'em Sell our CD's on Canal before we make 'em But to serve you on a platter like steak-ummm We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen
Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre Nice up the sound for the A to D I'm a Wonderama snake can winner Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner I'm the one that one that dance contest 'Cause you know I dance the best All you gotta do is do your thing you see 'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be My name is Adrock and I aim to please And I gotta spread love in society We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form What you saw what you heard I get involved I might disturb And if you want what's going down You might just get that silky sound So what'cha want? So what'cha need? I've got the fonts you want to read Get in the game you gotta scheme All the same I've got the team More new wave not OG Walking down the block you say "Yo D! When you coming out with the new CD That spreads love in society?" We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form Goto goto goto goto Don't mess with crack or the baking soda Whether in the high rise where you live like Rhoda Or in the shack and you live like Yoda Once again it's on like a brand new morn Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm All you spazzes and you freaks Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique If it don't hurt nobody else than Don't be afraid to be yourself and Special dedication and so on to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The only air time you get is on bloopers Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space So renovate or evacuate You better think twice before you start flossing I been in your bathroom often Taking punk MC's out I'm all about My to do list today is turn the party out Getting hot in here no room to breath I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Adrock So here's a match my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog I'm in your crawl space You're in front of my house and you know that's wack Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack You suckers try to front like you've got the force But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course Don't even get me started on intercourse... A 14! 9 Don't step into my zone or even periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase You tried to take my title now put it back in place But now you're busted wearing panties and lace Steeling my style from my trophy case But my drive's secure like an army base You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me I'm in your crawl space Schematics, blueprints and microfilm Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area Omnipresent and omnipotent My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents This means huge compared to very small You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall? 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof They're like anvils lined up on a roof Waiting to drop on your corny melon 'Cause were not buying what you're selling First you want to battle then you start to whine You're looking hungry, it must be snack time So run home where you feel safe But don't sleep Cochise I'm in your crawl space |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Yo what the schnitzel we're back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact I don't care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist the cap and pop the cork My name's Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name's MCA made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here's a song for you "Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Yo what the falafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk My name is Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the phone booth word to hair mouse You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I'll have dog pemmican with my tea Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' The names MCA made in Downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo, what the doofus, say good night You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the hinges leave your 2-way at the door We're all up the creek a long way from shore Not walking around looking to get you cake The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke The name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Woof Woof Woof |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now my name is Ad-Rock I've got a story to tell
When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Oh you didn't know I got the flow I could sing, rap, dance in just one show With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin Mother fuckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins Hey could you please pass me the peas? And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze I'm the player and the coach, I'm no roach I bought my grandma a brand new broach Well I'm MCA with a story to tell When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin' I'll take you to task everyone of y'all draftsman I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin' Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin' Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin' I'm party crashin' so you better battin' Down those hatches stop procrastin' Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Went to the top and never went pop and Came back down but still not stopping I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?" Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan So start packing because I'm back in The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan Now push the pause button then start ducking Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton EF shhhhhhhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2009-05-13 20:45:21
Subject : Beastie Boys - Sabotage
