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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight? The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh! Let me tell you what you can do Step outside the cone of silence Too much hatred and violence It's time to rewind We need a military decline Got the power of the mind focused Government like a locust Are we gone or just going? Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the Eyes on the prize and never wane Take the bull by the reins If you want it be the change Like Ghandi and MLK Wait up, got to change the system Need knowledge, power and wisdom Same way I rock this microphone Speak up, just let it be known Hey ladies, fellas And everyone between Take the power back, let them react And let's show them what we mean; Check it out Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the We can work, walk, march and protest Think about how we approach this Ask questions but they keep frontin' Due time we change a little something Hey yo don't you know Won't forget Amaduous Diallo To the crooked people and the crooked cops Got to spread love before the world goes pop Never again should we use the A-bomb We need an international ban on all W.O.M.D.'s gone We need a multilateral disarm Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (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 - 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 - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Butcher Me On The Court
Too Many Elbows To Report Now You're Poking Me In The Eye Bill Laimbeer Motherfucker, It's Time For You To Die Tough Guy, It's Time To Check Yourself Dribbling The Ball Like The Biz Can Be Bad For Your Health Tough Guy, What You Got To Prove Moving Like An Elephant, That's Your Favorite Tough Guy, Your Shit Is Going Out Tough Guy Box Me Out With Your Fat Ass Throw Me Around Like A Bounce Pass You've Got A Tombstone Hanging Over Your Dick Cause A Minor Earthquake When You Throw A Moving Pick Touch Guy, You Think You're Like The Shaq Keep Running Around, You'll Catch A Heart Attack Tough Guy, What Are You Giving Me The Way You're Playing Ball, You'll Stop Me From Living B Tough Guy, Tough Guy Tough Guy, You're Shit Is Weak Tough Guy, You Fucking Freak Tough Guy, I'll Stick I'll Stick Your Shit Tough Guy |
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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 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 - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls To all the French girls To all the Oriental girls Chinese Japanese To all the Swiss girls To the Italian women To the Upper East Side mobiles To all the Jamaican girls And to the topless dancers Australian and Brazilian To the southern belles To the Puerto Rican girls To the stewardesses flying around the world |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? - it's time to get ill Went outside my house - I went down to the deli I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam - I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? - it's time to get ill |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check It's time to let'em know what we expect Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC Hold up wait up you know we come correct You wanna change things up, well hey just get set It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck It's easier to break things than build it correct We've got a president we didn't elect The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect And still the US just wants to flex Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill Hate filled people wanna keep us in check Tearin' down each other is what they expect If you want love well hey that's a bet We've got to give before we can get Waiting like a batter who is on deck When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck So let's calibrate and check our specs We need a little shift on over to the left I don't really know but I suspect I think it's due time that we inspect How they get their information and their facts are checked Another press conference someone's talking out their neck It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill So step up to the window and place your bets Is the US gonna keep breaking necks Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex And the military muscle that he wants to flex By the time Bush is done what will be left? Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque Environmental destruction and the national debt But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest What the real deal why you can't connect Why you hating people that you never met Didn't your mama teach you show some respect? Why not open your mind for a sec? It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight Ain't nobody got to spell it for me Ain't nobody got to yell I can see Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I'll yell in your ear Time for living Time for giving x 4 Ain't nobody to to spell it for me I said ain't nobody got to yell I can see I said ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I will yell in your ear Soul fire Soul fire And we ain't got no water We don't have no water Time for living time for giving No time for making up a monster to sell Time for living time for giving No time for breakin' out a lie to sell |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight Ain't nobody got to spell it for me Ain't nobody got to yell I can see Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I'll yell in your ear Time for living Time for giving (x4) Ain't nobody to to spell it for me I said ain't nobody got to yell I can see I said ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I will yell in your ear Soul fire Soul fire And we ain't got no water We don't have no water Time for living time for giving No time for making up a monster to sell Time for living time for giving No time for breakin' out a lie to sell |
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from Beastie Boys - Remote Control [single] (1999)
'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 - Sure Shot [single] (1994)
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I said I'll make you shake your ass like les macan And the you're out talking shit like yosemite sam You've got the elephant feet like les mccan Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay 'cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand I'm changing my middle name to first trem I'm walking on the rhythm like philippe petite I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke I heard the captain's gonna sign him to jive and that's the truth Taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery Produce organic from my own yard Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb Waking up my long joint, ready to get some Looking at my board and my old boots Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth And on the court I've got game like my brother matt I give a shout out so where you at But don't get souped mathew 'cause I'm a take ya Horatio park right now and I'm a shake ya Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out I need some inspiration so get the best out Like rock master scott, I'm on the request line Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time Good vibes flowing all around Not a worry in mind as the friends around A shout out to linda riding pow forever Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy Got beats like bobalou on 'i love lucy' I'm not like the skipper on 'fantasy island' I'm more like captain shtupping when I go back whylin' The cire traverse out to death shoot Or s.t.h. when they let me back at the deuce 'cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff Down with bubble gum and ninth creation Get down we've got the sound sensation Kid fresh is back from the 80's And we're doing it for the ladies (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I said I'll make you shake your ass like les macan And the you're out talking shit like yosemite sam You've got the elephant feet like les mccan Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay 'cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand I'm changing my middle name to first trem I'm walking on the rhythm like philippe petite I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke I heard the captain's gonna sign him to jive and that's the truth Taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery Produce organic from my own yard Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb Waking up my long joint, ready to get some Looking at my board and my old boots Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth And on the court I've got game like my brother matt I give a shout out so where you at But don't get souped mathew 'cause I'm a take ya Horatio park right now and I'm a shake ya Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out I need some inspiration so get the best out Like rock master scott, I'm on the request line Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time Good vibes flowing all around Not a worry in mind as the friends around A shout out to linda riding pow forever Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy Got beats like bobalou on 'i love lucy' I'm not like the skipper on 'fantasy island' I'm more like captain shtupping when I go back whylin' The cire traverse out to death shoot Or s.t.h. when they let me back at the deuce 'cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff Down with bubble gum and ninth creation Get down we've got the sound sensation Kid fresh is back from the 80's And we're doing it for the ladies (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I Can Hear The Trumpets Blowing Screaming Out The End Of Time
Look Around And Listen And You'll See Every Sign The Waters Are Polluted As The Forests Are Cut Down Bombing And Drilling Deep Below Ground Check The Prophecies From Around The World And Look Around Now As It All Unfurls Look Into Yourself And See What Goes On Get A Feeling In Your Heart Of The Right From Wrong Because The Mother Earth Needs To Be Respected Been Far From Too Long That She's Been Neglected Race Against Race, Such A Foolish Waste It's Like Cutting Off Your Nose To Spit Your Face And At The End Of The Wars, What Was The Cost It's Clear That The Earth Was The One Who Lost We Are One With Her As She Is One With Us It's Unreal How She Is Treated So Unjust As Our Planet Grows Smaller Each And Every Day Everyone Affecting Everyone In Every Way We're All Citizens Of The Worl Community All Here Together And We're Searching For Unity Over The Years, I've Grown And Changed So Much Things I Know Now Years Ago, I Couldn't Touch There Are Things I've Done That I Wouldn't Do Again But I'm Glad That I Did 'Cause I've Learned From Them I Just Try To Stay Present Right Here, Right Now No Worries, No Fears And Without Any Doubts It's About Time 'Cause In These Times, These Changing Times A Transition Is Occuring And I Am Not Blind As The Pendlum Swings A New Age We Enter And With Every Swing, It Draws Closer To The Center Yes The Storm Before The Calm And The Wars That Lead To Love Things Must Run Their Course So We Push And We Shove But We're Here To Work It Out In One Way Or Another To Find A Mutual Respect For Ourselves And One Another And The True Key Is A Trust In Self For When I Trust Myself, I Fear No One Else I Took Control Of My Life, Just As Anyone Can I Want Everyone To See It's In The Palm Of Your Hand The Past Is Gone, The Future Yet Unborn But Right Here And Now Is Where It All Goes On I Know We Can Fix It And It's Not Too Late I Give Respect To King And His Nonviolent Ways I Dream And I Hope And I Won't Forget Someday I'm Going To Visit On A Free Tibet Someday I'm Going To See Us All Joined As One And It Would Be Too Bad To Blow It Up Before We're Done 'Cause We Long Behind The Rage Learning From The Pain The Love Behind The Tension Like The Sun Behind The Rain I'm Sending Loving Light To All That Is To All Creation And The Life We Live I'm Not Preaching Bull Shit, Just Speaking My Mind 'Cause I'm Here Now And It's About Time |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I Don't get Blind Most Of The Time I Don't Drink Wine
I Took A Sledge Hammer And I Broke My Nine Because Is Mine, Word Is Born I Rhyme And Everey Day I Write The Book Down Line By Line I'm Feeling Good When I Do It Like This So Come On And Turn It Up Because You Can't Resist Because I'm Back With Another Track Wich You Lack 'Cause Things Is Wack And That's A Fact Because I'm On Time, You're Shouting Rewind You Know It's Ad Rock That's Blowing Your Mind My Shit Is Rough And You Know It Is So Damn Tough I'm Getting Intense, Not Talking Nonsese I Made Up My Mind, Not Sitting On The Fence I Don't Always The Right From The Wrong I Do My Best To Figure It Out And Work It Out In The Long I Try To Do A Lot More Than I Can Chew Balance Out My Ambition's What I've Got To Do Because You Hide In Broad Day Light, A Parasite A Hypocrite, You Take A Peek Quick You Turn Your Nose Up, You Think You're High Up You Play It Real Safe And Now Your Shit's Fake I Seen You Hawking And Then You Clock My Style And Then You Try To Play It Off Like You Think You're Wild D.I.Y. That Means Do It Yourself Don't Sit Around Waiting For Someone's Help Don't Sit Back And Say Good Enough Keep On Striving, Reinventing But Keeping It Off The Cuff So Kick The Level Up Cuhootnified Mackadocius Vibes Positively Fortified I'm Throwing Rhymes Kicking Them Downtown Traveling High Speed Through The Underground I Kick It Free Style, Make It Worth Your While I've Got Shelves Of Rhymes That I Keep On File I'm Feeling Good Now Back Home Again New York City Is The City That I Feel At Home In A Blast From The Grasshoff Awhile It's Been Stepping Into The Future Again I'm Straight From The 88 To 93 To 94, I'm Out The Door Step Into The Party With The Fila Fresh Gear People Looking At Me Like I Was David Koresh Here Kicking Rhymes From The Heart 'Cause That's Where I'm At Fuck The Bullshit, Be It Far From Me To Pop That In The Search For Truth, I Go A Lot Of Ways There's Not A Lot Of Peace, That I Find These Days I Try To Stay Cool, I Try To Stay Calm But My Life Is Getting Hectic Like A Smoke Bomb So I'll Say It Like The Group Huggy Bear There's A Boy-Grrrl Revolution Of Wich You Should Be Aware You Can't Dis Me, It Ain't Worth It, B You Put Yourself Down And You Don't Even See Cause I Don't Play That, I Know Who I Am For A Minute, I Did But Now I'm Back Again I'm Feeling Strong See, Trust Myself G Well I Stopped Smoking Cheeba And That Was Part Of The Key We've Got Fire, We Need Water, So I Guess I Ought To Leave You Broke In A Comatose State Of Mind And I'm Blind And I'm Working Overtime, So Check It I Keep My Rhymes In A Little Black Book And I Know You Want To Take Another Look |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Who is the man coming down your block
It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Maestro
Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man. |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
The Maestro
Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man. |
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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)
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 - 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 - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now what the blood clot, I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor? It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour A phenomenon pandemonium The club is blowing up like plutonium What's all the fanfare what's the to do We're known to bring the hullabaloo On stage or at the spa Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha There's a commotion that's goin' down I talk more shit then drown the clown I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say Ten nine eight seven six five four I get upon the mic and I'm a even the score One two three, three to two one Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip Pass me the mint for the julep Tell me everybody where is the love Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha Communicator check one two one two This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu Set the bullshit to warp factor one Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun Oh mai oui, you can catch me At Jean Vie with a pastry C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha Ha haha haha! Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin' Goin' rao rao with the Dungeons & Dragons You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind But if they don't dance and then they won't dance Then they can kiss my fuckin' ass 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
(Beastie Boys)
Our Evening Began In Peter Scharro's Confortable Study In His New York Townhouse Where The Candle Light Was Just Right The HiFi Was In The Background And The Wine Was Delicious... [Laughing] What's The Secret Peter Naturally I'll Say Its The Wine Mmm It Does Go Well With The Chicken Delicious again Peter |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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Our Evening Began In Peter Scharro's Confortable Study In His New York Townhouse Where The Candle Light Was Just Right The HiFi Was In The Background And The Wine Was Delicious... [Laughing] What's The Secret Peter Naturally I'll Say Its The Wine Mmm It Does Go Well With The Chicken Delicious again Peter |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Biz Vs. The Nuge
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home Oh They're Comin' Home |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home
They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home Oh They're Comin' Home |
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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 - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Back on the scene for y'all people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright 'Cause George W's got nothing on me We got to take the power from he When I'm on the mic I feel good to go Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know And my, my zodiac sign is Scorpio Look what the cat dragged in The creme de la creme without the skin So take a rest and mind your own biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan Let's go to work, get those hands clappin' Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate Don't underrate how I operate It ain't what you say, it's what you mean Intention leads to action, that is my theme So pay attention now as I begin to recap Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you Brand new The time and place for the mind is here and now Keep the mind present less to worry about But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo Like George Whipple on New York One Got a hairy ass and that's no fun I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone And on the microphone you know that I'm at home It's time we looked past all our differences An' that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you And that's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you |
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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 - Sure Shot [single] (1994)
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 - Ill Communication (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 [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 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 Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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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 - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
Son Of Neckbone - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I Wish For Peace Between The Races Someday We Shall All Be One
Why Fight Yourself This One's Called Rectify There's Something Coming To The Surface There's Fire All Around But This Is An Illusion I've Seen Better Days Than This One I've Seen Better Nights Than This One Tension Is Rebuilding Something's Got To Give Someday We Shall All Be One Jesus Christ We're Nice |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I wish for peace between the races
Someday We shall All be One *Why fight yourself* This one is called "rectify" There's something coming to the surface There's fire all around But this is all illusion I've seen better days than this one I've seen better nights than this one Tension is rebuilding Something's got to give Something's got to give Someday We shall All be One *Jesus Christ we're nice* |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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 - Check Your Head (1992)
Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would 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 dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all So whatcha whatcha whatcha want I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt I said where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes? *Yeah, you can't front on that* Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time I'm losin' my mind *Yeah, you can't front on that* But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech *Yeah, you can't front on that* So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would 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 dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all So whatcha whatcha whatcha want I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt I said where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes? *Yeah, you can't front on that* Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time I'm losin' my mind *Yeah, you can't front on that* But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech *Yeah, you can't front on that* So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would 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 dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all So whatcha whatcha whatcha want I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt I said where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes? *Yeah, you can't front on that* Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time I'm losin' my mind *Yeah, you can't front on that* But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech *Yeah, you can't front on that* So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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 - So What'cha Want (All The Way Live Freestyle Version)(Explicit) [single] (2004)
Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would 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 dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all So whatcha whatcha whatcha want I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt I said where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes? *Yeah, you can't front on that* Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time I'm losin' my mind *Yeah, you can't front on that* But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech *Yeah, you can't front on that* So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) |
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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 - 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 - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I sneak a chicken tikka Marsala at a gala event I represent that's stupid that's for sure You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature" I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye All this cheese is gonna make me cry Gorgonzola, Provolone Don't even get me started on this microphone Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis Got the edge and I've got the advantage If you could see things from my vantage Point then you could better understand this I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight When it comes to panache I can't be beat I got the most style from below 14th street Internationally known as the Keebler Elf Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps Posing like you're rolling with that camp In layman's terms let me break it down You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama? Goodness gracious golly gee Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie! Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! Freak out with the genie |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
Shambala - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Shambala - Beastie Boys
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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 - Root Down [single] (1995)
Sabrosa - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (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 - An Open Letter To Nyc [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)
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 - Root Down [single] (1995)
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound (Chorus) Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound (Chorus) Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound (Chorus) Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound (Chorus) Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - An Open Letter To Nyc [single] (2004)
Now, get busy
Once upon a time up on this mic MC's be really workin' on what they write With the sound delight we rock all night And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight We're international like Matt Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei Still around the way is where we'll stay Say what we mean, mean what we say Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and What we do now is future molding Columbine bowling, childhood stolen We need a bit more gun controlling Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!" Rockin' this flow I could go all night I'm not here to fight, or incite I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright I'm getting kind of tired of the situation The US attacking other nations And narrations on every station False election's got me losing my patience I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way And yes I got to say fuck the KKK And oh yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you say Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long I went to get a loan and they asked my race I wrote down human inside the space It's a disgrace how they try to debase It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice With the rhyme precise, the word is nice So please pass me the Reunite on ice Well let's go to work and not beserk 'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt Try to smooth it out like Levert Keep the mind alert and not revert Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now, get busy
Once upon a time up on this mic MC's be really workin' on what they write With the sound delight we rock all night And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight We're international like Matt Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei Still around the way is where we'll stay Say what we mean, mean what we say Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and What we do now is future molding Columbine bowling, childhood stolen We need a bit more gun controlling Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!" Rockin' this flow I could go all night I'm not here to fight, or incite I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright I'm getting kind of tired of the situation The US attacking other nations And narrations on every station False election's got me losing my patience I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way And yes I got to say fuck the KKK And oh yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you say Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long I went to get a loan and they asked my race I wrote down human inside the space It's a disgrace how they try to debase It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice With the rhyme precise, the word is nice So please pass me the Reunite on ice Well let's go to work and not beserk 'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt Try to smooth it out like Levert Keep the mind alert and not revert Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest (chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face (repeat chorus) Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage (repeat chorus) I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six-acap |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest (chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face (repeat chorus) Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage (repeat chorus) I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six-acap |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest (chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face (repeat chorus) Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage (repeat chorus) I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six-acap |
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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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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Actin' like the last generation on earth
You're gonna fuck up a place for new birth You're cutting the last of the forests on the planet Only a few hundred years since Columbus landed Well it's due time that we look and pay attention As the windows who knows show the knowledge with us 'Cause it's the one that we prayed for, from on the earth I give the wisdom to folks, you know whole worth In these great times we still neglect When they invent this land, don't give the due respect 'Cause the FBI and the CIA The whole federal government, the FDA Well, the system doesn't work and it must be changed And there's more people in the pen everyday So I visualize resolution Yo, everyday is in a state of evolution Evolution time Evolution time Revolution time Revolution time Revelation time Revelation time Resolution time Resolution We come a long way with the peace in the East But on the home front, they're wild in the streets As it gets got hear a changing in same And this is the Millennium still felt today I hear the same stories time after time The stories of fear, through violent crimes Committed by hatred by satient beings Who shall loose by kindness and it's plain to see Now we don't have to stand for this oppression any longer If we stand together, there's nothing stronger We must interconnect it as though we sure have won If we want to avoid planetary destruction So I work and I work because the hate in my mind Has assumed the truth and I know I'll find And I visualize resolution See it all as a state of constant evolution Evolution time Evolution time Revolution time Revolution time Revelation time Revelation time Resolution time Resolution The world leaders were terrified of loosing their pride Their spoiled children tellin' little wack lies Vanishing numbers of unimaginable destruction Sure as we boast they're at their last production Threatening and challenging nature against nation Walkin' down the road of total annihilation Sprouting threats is insecure Guns are for the fighting and they're immature And it all stems from self-important police Thinking that we're better than our fellow human beings So I wanna empower the limit I can And pass it along so we can do pass the pan Some times I sit and I watch my mind Watchin' my thoughts as they reel and wind And stop and visualize resolution For everyday is in a state of evolution Evolution time Evolution time Revolution time Revolution time Revelation time Revelation time Resolution time Resolution |
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from Beastie Boys - Remote Control [single] (1999)
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 - Check Your Head (1992)
Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know Why it's'cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin' I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feelin' that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked! You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn't finish 'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'Cause you're wack son Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your shit'll be stinking When I go for mine And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all You can't say shit Because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all over the long haul You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know Why it's cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin' I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feelin' that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked! You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle. So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn't finish 'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'Cause you're wack son Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your shit'll be stinking When I go for mine And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all You can't say shit Because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all over the long haul You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece
But If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least What's Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk True Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk And This Is Me, Y'All- I M.C., Y'All My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please And Now I'd Like To Introduce I'll Pass The Mic To D. For A Fist Full Of Truth The Name Is D., Y'All And I Don't Pay And I Can Rock A Block Party 'Til Your Hair Turns Grey "So, What You Sayin'?" I Explode On Site And Like Jimmy Walker I'm "Dynomite" And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic So Adrock C'mon And Do Anything You Like I'm The A.D.R.O.C.K. In The Place With The Bass I'm Going All The Way I Can't Stop Y'All Tick Tock Y'All And If You Think That You're Slick You'll Catch A Brick Y'All 'Cause I'm A Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out But For Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn' So Rock Rock Y'All Tick Tock Y'All To The Beat Y'All C'mon And Rock Y'All I Give Thanks For Inspiration It Guides My Mind Along The Way A Lot Of People Get Jealous, They're Talking About Me But That's Just 'Cause They Haven't Got A Thing To Say Everybody's Rapping Like It's A Commercial Actin' Like Life Is A Big Commercial So This Is What I've Got To Say To You All Be True To Yourself And You Will Never Fall And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To The A So What's Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A. I've Been Coming To Where I Am From The Get Go Find That I Can Groove With The Beat When I Let Go So Put Your Worries On Hold Get Up And Groove With The Rhythm In Your Soul And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To My Brother Adrock C'mon And Shine Like A Light Yes Yes Y'All And Yes Yes Y'All I'm Always On Time Never The Less Y'All And That's Right Y'All, I Shed Light Y'All I've Got No Time In My Life To Get Uptight Y'All So What You Gonna Say That I Don't Know Already? I'm Like Clyde And I'm Rockin' Steady But Time Flies When You're Having Fun So Mike D C'mon And Get Some M.I.K.E. To The D. You Come And See Me And You Pay A Fee Do What I Do Professionally To Tell The Truth I Am Exactly What I Want To Be Now Ad-Rock And M.C.A. Let's Rock This Joint In The Old School Way Well I'm On 'Til The Crack Of Dawn Mowing Down M.C.'s Like I'm Mowing A Lawn I Go Off Like Nothing Can Phase Me You Think We'll Ever Meet Stevie? One Of These Days, D. But I Can Stand My Ground And I Am Down To Wax An M.C. Who Acts Like A Clown But For Now, I'd Like To Ask You How You Like The Feel Of The Bass In Your Face In The Crowd |
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