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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn Now, let me introduce myself, I'm Ad Rock (Rock) No matter what you order from I got it in stock (stock) We doin our thing, well we got it on lock (lock) Gonna pop off the lip with the old non-stop So take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got (got) I'll take a licking, still tick tick tock (tock) Smoked salmon, ate old school lox (lox) A zooted buddha baby and I buy gray socks It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please (please) Stinkin' nasty, like the head cheese (cheese) Cat scans, honorary degrees Rhymes fresh pressed like eighty-three Lees You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on Well that's all I got, except I just got ( ?? ) Touchin' all my nails when my feets in the cab (cab) I am {?} but her past is bad (bad) All you perfect bums that are into crabs (crabs) Come take a shower and wash that ass Rock non-stop in the New York City (City) Got the heat on the mic lookin so damn pretty (pretty) Sittin' by me well it must feel shitty (shitty) The real thing to say, here it goes, tough titty I got my rhymes in the picture and it's time to floor (floor) I'm at the two and I'm screamin four (four) Get into your party as I declare war (war) I'm gonna feed this hunger that smile like a dinosaur You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on On and on, to the break of dawn |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
It's hot here gotta say it's so
I got you right where I want Got an honest face so you turn your back When in doubt run up your attack At one time you were slick and your grill was cold And now funny how the shit gets old You can run, you can run but it will catch up Like now see me, I'll show you up Now you wanna get back when you had your shine But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme Can't stop won't stop no compromise It's a house of cards built out of lies Coming down like a bird floating on the mist Turn on the track back track and twist You work hard to climb the list Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) You're caught now by the skin you're in In a bind now your thoughts go to all your sins Hits much harder back better count on that I tell you what we know always holds us back Now you mutter and you stutter and you putter don't stop I got in your heart and I shook you up In a bind now you're caught by the fear setting in Choked on the thought that you don't it again Keep the competition in check You draft your plans at your drafting desk You try to play to win but now you lost Like clams with no tartar sauce Wcheming in the attic, thought you had it So dramatic I got the stats mathematics, automatic-systematic She's super bad now, whatcha watcha want now? I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger, danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win Don't play no game that I can't win |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Put this on a zip disc, send it to your lawyer,
Tell him to file me under funky Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner Sometimes i get paid thai as a starter My other order pad see yew is much darker Ad Horovitz, I take a shvitz I'm known for my glamour and my glitz check it As I bust I really must encrust This microphone rust with diamond fairy dust I don't wear crocs and I don't wear sandals The pump dont't work 'cause the vandals took the handle Stop singing that song in the wrong key What you looking at? Funky Donkey Funky Donkey I go wooooo like a fire engine Flashing lights to get your attention So stop sweating me about the weather Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk Well I was swimming in the water of the ocean Like Dr. Jekyll with the magic potion We're brad new, never ever the same "What's that what's that what's the name?" Funky Donkey Funky Donkey Funky Donkey |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Yes, yes, yes
Ill out the gate, I set it off I suppose you're exposed, so get lost You break off, cut all connections Join the sucker emcee witness protection Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-MIKE D! Slip off my lows in the place to be Always on time so I never botch The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch Now here's a little somethin for ya I'ma grab a little and store yah Do some balancin' for ya And if you feelin' chilly I'ma get you a shawl Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D Don't really get in the press like Z 'Cause I speak my conscience and speak my mind Don't trip and flip and then I stop to find Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back Laugh and crack guns while squads smokin' crack The odds are stacked for those who lack Been a lucky motherfucker when it comes to that I slow roast, I'm steady tappin' Oh yes, I guess I'm the toast of Manhattan In Miami, I'm sleazy with John Salley Shout to Andre, Lee on Tally Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya This shit is crazy This shit is cra-zyyyy! (DING) Dr. Karl to proceed, a/k/a Jewish Dr. Bombay is the ladies choice Step on stage so we smoke and dry moist Every time I bring it twoice as noice Now he's a breddern, take an Excedrin Aldermen check your rhymers Tippy Hedrin I'm undefined, I'm gettin much finer Steady loungin in my La-Z-Boy recliner Bruisin' and jabbin', amped up on coffee Like kids goin wild at the sight of Mr. Softee I smash around the corner (GASP) and sneakin up When you're breathin down your neck (GASP) just keepin up Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Doing it big
I'm the lyrical mathematical genius Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this Internationally known, the longest, the leanest Shout out the one Jose Nenis I hit'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop Yeah, we got the beat and the beat go drop The ping pong paddle make the batter go pop Now take a look around this spot I'm seeding every detail like an over-cranked camera Sleestacks in the back say "Damn ya!" You say "I can't", and I say "Why can't ya?" Chopping the track in the - in the land of You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you There is a bird in here That's my D.J. not Dr. Brassiere Dropping bombs like a bombardiere Cocao he's a chocolatiere We're giving y'all a little slice of heaven B Boys bringing it back to A7 Deal with the schizm ride on the rhythm Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em I'll stage a coup and usurp your position 'Cause like a mormon, I'm on a mission We're audible-visible, cadence is lyrical Got the mental and physical when the moment is critical You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you Lee Majors come again Like the 16 billion dollar man Ooh watch out, in the back of the bus, gonna bust Lee Majors style I said stop watch how I flip Bill Piedmont with the Kung Fu grip Haymaker round house show can't continue At the Roller Rink down in Virginia Oh, did I spill the beans I see your grandpa in apple bottom jeans A Von Dutch cap, Ugg boots to match Once the word gets out you can't take it back I'm a pause tape competition expert winner Just a doggone long armed tall yarn spinner You want to battle? Easy now, star My DJ's so nasty he needs a sneeze guard You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit
Bring it Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2" 'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzazz You're stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics Roll without expectorants, y'all don't see it Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme Burn like fire when I step on the scene I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head I've got tiger's claws that will scratch you dead I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough So step back and check yourself This MC'S got weapons that'll ruin your health So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours My book is my shield and my mic is my sword Now, it's Ad Rock rappin' I'm back again Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and it's wack my friend I'm a mack so relax or end up chillin' I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin' I burn you to a crisp sucker, back up off the toaster I make you sick like a Kenny Rogers Roaster See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocio I check my rearview, emcees ain't gettin closer People think I'm slow, 'cause I'm just not one to challenge See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent." Fly around the clock like disco donut I'm like a tailer 'cause I got the thing sewn up Or a proctologist, I move asses Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants You heard me rap and now watch me dance (Long burn) (Long burn) (Long burn) (Long burn) Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter Like goodness me or empty john We done did it again and our game is still on It's not tic-tac-toe or Operation Just holdin' it down like the gravitation Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue String of nuts like the name is Mike Pizzini Or a fine household name like Sergio Tacini Now that we're here, back and raising hell I'm runnin' wild like rats in the Taco Bell On the mic I sit, the match gets lit Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant Makin music from librarians to curly jocks The rapper Mike D not Goldilocks |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Step off my Seco, dressed up tuxedo Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flamethrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I’m getting bolder, competition is waning I got the feeling and assume the lane and We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Armed insurrection, popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I’m like an ornithologist when I get pissed You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted And sifted, I’m just whiffed And when I catch MCs it’s time for wing-clipping I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running and gone 'Cause I’m about the best and if you diss than that’s wrong We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf And you can show it to your friends and say “that’s my old self” Can’t do me nothing, can’t tell me nada Don’t quote me now because I’m doing the lambada The forbidden dance, here’s my chance To make romance in my B-boy stance Parlay romancing into the financing Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson The roaches check in, but they never check out I set the record straight, no doubt We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
(Well how you feelin Ad Rock?) Well I'm feelin well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell (Well how feelin Mike D?) Well I feel all good All day is how we play in the neighborhood (Well how you feelin MCA?) Well I feel right I swing my words on the track cause the track sound tight (So if you're feelin good and you're feelin right) (Uhh, somebody step up and grab the mic) [Ad Rock] Well hello everybody and how you been It's Ad Rock rappin on the microphone again I got grace class style finesse and debonaire Murderalize motherfuckers cause I just don't care The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer Like macaroni cause the shit sound cheesy Watch how it's done boy, it looks easy The non-stop, goin off, kingpin, microphone boss do my own thing, you can't afford the cost of my fly styles that complete the turnstile Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wiggidy wild! Now get your ass on the floor, I got total control I flow like the water out your toilet bowls Your style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch You know you're not smokin on the microphone much There's a certain special talent that I never lack Huh hah huh hah! And that's a fact Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac You better break a wishbone cause we never wack Then, we never that and that is that And we're the nonstop disco powerpack! Uhh, that's right, we go all night Who gonna be next to bless the mic? [Beastie Boys] Now this is the way we run it down We're gettin you high on the funky sound This is the way we get it on B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn [Mike D] See I mix my style up like a cement mixer Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic louder Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder I'll max and relax, champag-no ego Don't know commando, don't know bandito Je m'appelle Michele, very long Me and Dawn in the shack and we got it goin on Prince he's in the hot tub like it's seventy-three Lookin over his shoulder and he's lookin at me I'm up right in the face, towel around my waist What's up with that watch inside the glass case? I go to make my move, sneak out the place Undetected! Not leavin a trace Party's done, microphone threat Rhymes been jumped, and heads been checked I see one last profiterol, I make my play And pass the microphone to MCA [MCA] Non-stop, from the top, when you clock, then we rock Them not kickin, them not stickin, we be makin hip-hop (So c'mon everybody get down... yeah) Now there's a spot check, get the dead count down Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down Pound for pound, keep the basslines round See you rockin, clockin, checkin my sound {?} but I grew up with hip-hop Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Rock" It mean a lot spinnin on my Walkman Shoutout, to the Afrika Bam' And to the X to the {?} the double-O-N-Y The one emcee, who you can't deny At least he threw me records, that made heads fly Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire Construct a rhyme, with specific intent Flippin all the braincells right to the pen And then I put the root down when I hold the mic Words flowin so cold turn water to ice Come through to rock such a rate to tape You put me in the mix like {?} up at the plate And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store The DJ's screamin kick it out on the dancefloor Comin through the speaker to shake your eardrum Braincells get with it make you hear where we're from [Outro: Beastie Boys] Ad Rock, HUH! Get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Now Mike D, HUH! Get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn And MCA (yeah) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Beastie Boys in the house, DON'T STOP!!! [echoes] |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
You talk and talk and you just can't stop
Every word comes to mind, it's a crock What you say is lackluster I thrash emcees who try to bring a filibuster Yeah, right, get OK Give me somethin' new to start the day Said see you later When you comin' home? It's a gift, it's a curse, it's a telephone Now let's start over with a nice clean slate Please stop stressin' with the hurry up date Heard you the first time, that sounds great But back up out my space, OK? (Yeah yeah, right right) OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! Wrapped in pink ribbon, so pretty My name's Mike D from New York City I guess it's all in the mind What I leave behind Go to these schools like a nice mad professor Then I show chagrin every word that you utter Yes you said you are a big deal But money calm down, for real! Got to control my mind Got to slow down, rewind What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? (What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is goin' on in my head? What is goin' on in my head?) Now I don't give a fuck who the hell you are Please stop shoutin' in your cellular I never asked you for part of your day So please stop shoutin' in your phone, OK? You lie like a plainclothes cop Take a number take a look and take stock Take a minute, get your mind unlocked Get the rhythm when I do the wop What's goin' on in my head? And why has the sky gone all red? Be kind, rewind At least tell me what it is I did Or just say what should I say Hmmm... OK! (Yeah yeah, right, right) OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Say it
To the heart of the matter, the mic I shatter So cold on the mic I make your teeth chatter While you climb the corporate ladder To make your pockets fatter We be flipping styles like pancake batter Looking through your binos spying on me But I'm running like a rhino on a drinking spree You call yourself an MC but what's your truth? Gotta let it loose inside the toll booth Suckers sniffin' on socks chewin' on rocks No complication want the combination to the lock You wanna get inside well then you best knock knock And when you get on you got to rock non-stop Once it hits your mind what'cha gonna do? Don't keep it inside you've got to Say it: let it out, let it out Scream it: gonna shout, gonna shout Write it: put it out, put it out Say it: gotta get it out, get it out Watchout come again now sucker Yaa Well I can feel it my bloodstream, see it in they eyes People lining up for their own demise To help the man make weapons to monetize Corporate violence we can't abide You can keep your bottle service and your cabana But your ass drunk like you slipped on a banana Like nick nack patty wack you've got to let it out From the mind to the mic to the word to a shout Mind to the rhyme paper to the pen The brand new dance called the David Rodigan You sure your reallly wanna let me begin You can't stop me rhymin' when I'm on, I'm all in Stop before it comes true Once it hits your mind what'cha gonna do? Don't keep it inside you've got to Say it: let it out, let it out Scream it: gonna shout, gonna shout Write it: put it out, put it out Say it: gotta get it out, get it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Now, it's suffice to say that I'm nicer
Nice in the cut and yes I'm the slicer Or should I say, I'm the filet-er I hate the game, I hate the player But don't get discombobulated and upset Because trust me, we ain't even begun yet Mike D has gotta rock it we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock down, rock it we rock it non-stop MCA gotta rock, we rock it non-stop And you don't stop, the body rock Watch me make the fire, now I make it sizzle As I flip your omelette at the D Pizzle Like Molto Mario, they call me Taster D Or a quick fire challenge put that {?} on G.D. You can, {?} and fortified Not squares on the block and not taken for a ride Mike D gotta rock and we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock gotta rock and we rock it non-stop MCA gotta rock and we rock it non-stop And then you don't stop, the body rock Got things {?} bubblin up and they're out of my hands And I don't never claim that sounds too grand Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust You gotta be the one to dance and that's a must Yes I cuss when I grab my nuts Got a six finger demon says excuse our dust Mike D's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop MCA's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop And you don't stop, for what, to what |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Another official selection from the Bill Harper collection
Hey Adam it's Bill, um thanks |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Oh!!
This routine dates way back A lot of people may remember this routine but it's evolved, now Yeah from the summer before last Well my name's Mike D and I got a new name And that new name is Larry Well my name is Ad Rock, and then I got a new name And my new name is Harry Well my name is MCA, but I got a new name And that new name is Gary Well my DJ's name, it stayed the same 'Cause his new name is Larry |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Awww shit
Woah, what? And... Front (front), back (back), sucker then a snack pack (pack) I (I) got (got) lawn mower whack (whack) Get (get) down (down) grade A ground round Sound that you're loving, giving (giving) us a pound (pound) Full (full) force (force) Lisa (Lisa) dope jam All (all) night (night) listening to Dope Man You can (you can) say (say) yes we're looking pretty (pretty) Money (money) making (making) New York City! |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep ‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83 Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I aint tryin’ to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist, like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong) I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space? sniffin, muffin, huffin And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that’s what’s on my mind, and the rhyme who’s next up? Mike D. The man of mystery History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’ Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Make Some Noise [single] (2011)
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Step off my Seco, dressed up tuxedo Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flamethrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I’m getting bolder, competition is waning I got the feeling and assume the lane and We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Armed insurrection, popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I’m like an ornithologist when I get pissed You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted And sifted, I’m just whiffed And when I catch MCs it’s time for wing-clipping I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running and gone 'Cause I’m about the best and if you diss than that’s wrong We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf And you can show it to your friends and say “that’s my old self” Can’t do me nothing, can’t tell me nada Don’t quote me now because I’m doing the lambada The forbidden dance, here’s my chance To make romance in my B-boy stance Parlay romancing into the financing Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson The roaches check in, but they never check out I set the record straight, no doubt We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me |
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from Shrek Forever After (슈렉 포에버) [ost] (2010)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from 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 - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2008)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2008)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dedication - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Go by the name of the King Ad Rock
Super educated I'm smarter than Spock spock Everytime you hear you will agree Ain't no brother like the K-I-D d You know what I mean? yup yeah I'm tellin' you with the echo... I'm tellin' you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
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 - Triple Trouble (Clean) [single] (2004)
If You
If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere Run this rap game like a brigadier I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven Snares on the five and thirteen Rhymes on time and that's the given We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' The source of the problem is at the origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn Cerrone on the microphone I am Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar My rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that? Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed We're originators you can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e 'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle thus making their beauty a bit awkward |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here Because Your Crystal Bal Ain't So Crystal Clear So While You Sit Backand Wonder Why I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side Oh My, It's A Mirage I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin' You'll Shut Me Dow With A Push Of Your Button? But I'm Out And I'm Gone I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On 'Cause What You See You Might Not Get And We Can Bet So Don't You Get Souped Yet You're Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage I'm Trying To Tell You Now It's Sabotage Why; Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It But I'm Gonna Set It Straight This Watergate I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My Face But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle What Could It Be, It's A Miracle You're Scheming On A Thing; That's Sabotage |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information From You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes You Can't Front On That Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time This Time I'm Losing My Mind You Can't Front On That But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach You Can't Front On That So What'cha Want |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Fresh Dressed, 'cause I shop at Modell's
Deep in Brooklyn, I ride the L Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Murrow out on Avenue L. Well, we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks With the diamond stylus yo, we cutting wax We're the super elastic bubble plastic Got ethereal material that's straight up classic You try to vex reject but you should respect Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx So don't start to flex up in the discotheque Or we'll make you extinct like a tyranosaurus rex We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads, Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Como esta? Ho fato molte telefonate I said OOPS! Gotcha, clutch like Piazza Sneak between the sheets, so hide the matzoh Holla back challah bread...next We are the crew that put the crew in cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D, the one who put the satin in your panties Time to count MC's in this place to be Not 5 not 4 not 2 just 3 We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? Roundhouse kick the mic out your hand Drunken Mantis, my name brand So if you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam Ginip Ginop, I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop So pack up your bags and your mic and don't wait E.T. phone home, now get the fuck out my face You know we shake 'em, bake 'em, then we take 'em Treat MC's like leaves, go out and rake 'em Sell our CD's on Canal before we make 'em But to serve you on a platter like steak-ummm We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen
Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre Nice up the sound for the A to D I'm a Wonderama snake can winner Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner I'm the one that one that dance contest 'Cause you know I dance the best All you gotta do is do your thing you see 'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be My name is Adrock and I aim to please And I gotta spread love in society We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form What you saw what you heard I get involved I might disturb And if you want what's going down You might just get that silky sound So what'cha want? So what'cha need? I've got the fonts you want to read Get in the game you gotta scheme All the same I've got the team More new wave not OG Walking down the block you say "Yo D! When you coming out with the new CD That spreads love in society?" We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form Goto goto goto goto Don't mess with crack or the baking soda Whether in the high rise where you live like Rhoda Or in the shack and you live like Yoda Once again it's on like a brand new morn Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm All you spazzes and you freaks Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique If it don't hurt nobody else than Don't be afraid to be yourself and Special dedication and so on to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The only air time you get is on bloopers Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space So renovate or evacuate You better think twice before you start flossing I been in your bathroom often Taking punk MC's out I'm all about My to do list today is turn the party out Getting hot in here no room to breath I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Adrock So here's a match my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog I'm in your crawl space You're in front of my house and you know that's wack Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack You suckers try to front like you've got the force But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course Don't even get me started on intercourse... A 14! 9 Don't step into my zone or even periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase You tried to take my title now put it back in place But now you're busted wearing panties and lace Steeling my style from my trophy case But my drive's secure like an army base You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me I'm in your crawl space Schematics, blueprints and microfilm Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area Omnipresent and omnipotent My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents This means huge compared to very small You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall? 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof They're like anvils lined up on a roof Waiting to drop on your corny melon 'Cause were not buying what you're selling First you want to battle then you start to whine You're looking hungry, it must be snack time So run home where you feel safe But don't sleep Cochise I'm in your crawl space |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Yo what the schnitzel we're back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact I don't care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist the cap and pop the cork My name's Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name's MCA made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here's a song for you "Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Yo what the falafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk My name is Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the phone booth word to hair mouse You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I'll have dog pemmican with my tea Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' The names MCA made in Downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo, what the doofus, say good night You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the hinges leave your 2-way at the door We're all up the creek a long way from shore Not walking around looking to get you cake The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke The name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Woof Woof Woof |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now my name is Ad-Rock I've got a story to tell
When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Oh you didn't know I got the flow I could sing, rap, dance in just one show With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin Mother fuckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins Hey could you please pass me the peas? And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze I'm the player and the coach, I'm no roach I bought my grandma a brand new broach Well I'm MCA with a story to tell When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin' I'll take you to task everyone of y'all draftsman I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin' Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin' Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin' I'm party crashin' so you better battin' Down those hatches stop procrastin' Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Went to the top and never went pop and Came back down but still not stopping I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?" Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan So start packing because I'm back in The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan Now push the pause button then start ducking Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton EF shhhhhhhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Now Get Busy [single] (2004)
Whether in a penthouse or a cave dweller
I can tell you 'bout now I'm not a fortune teller Grab a treat from Yosi my muffin seller Got mad technique like Rudy Van Geller And yes I got a plan I'm a carry out it Yes I'm pro-choice I'm a scream and shout it Yes I love life and I try not to doubt it Yes I'm gonna body 'cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it When it rains I don't use an umbrella When I write rhymes, I use indeli-ble ink That will make you think Flowing like water that you love to drink NOW get busy Sweet like a ??? filled with Nutella Creamy like buffalo mozzarella Sneaking around you know I smell ya Well I play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya Well I could give a fuzz if ya think you're a baller Against a menehune ????? well you fall smaller Middle school rapper and the crowd gets your love If ya think about your grandma go ahead call her From the East Coast so I don't say hella At the mic stand my performance is stellar Pop the tape in and I listen to Fela I give a little shout to Nelson Mandela NOW get busy Known for the words that make you scream and holler I'm Count Dooku to your Queen Amidala Give a shout to Spiros or John Waller I'm a student of the game and a bonafide scholar So ease up on the bong to ease that coughin' Butter's on the table now watch it soften Bring in those beats and I'm a bring them muffin I'm a keep rappin' when I'm in my coffin Like a mind gone mad that is unwinding In a padded room the walls you're climbing Don't sign on the line if it looks binding Ya have to get loose and find the lining NOW get busy |
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from Beastie Boys - An Open Letter To Nyc [single] (2004)
Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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from Beastie Boys - 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 - 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 - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2004)
Grabbed the beat
Looped it up Saw my check Scooped it up Rock ignition Got to listen Change position Start transmission Point the camera Click the frame Use a high ASA I Like the grain Flip the script Start to trip Grabbed my hip Did the dip Rent a car Go upstate Hit the waterfall Jump in a lake Step in the place Move the crowd Cut the snake Walked right out Another day slips by Got to fix the mind I've got the mind maligned With I mean mine Got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track Take the 1 train Ride the Double L Go to Brooklyn Rock well Jump the gun Call your bluff Break the mold A diamond in the rough Ran the floor Grabbed a rock Spot it up Shot the shot Go pet Sam Said, "get off me" Check the machine "Adam this is Coffee" Brace myself Trace myself Pace myself Lace myself Check the mirror Start to melt Jump back Kiss myself Another day slips by I've got to fix my mind Because the mind's maligned With I mean mine I've got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self centered thing is keeping me off track Hug my Los Brush her teeth Read her books Put her to sleep Pack her lunch Drop her at school Head to the studio Turn on the Pro-tools Apple C Apple V Drop the beat Hit delete Hit record Smorgasbord Draw my sword Jump aboard Grab the phone Call my Dad Shared some love Felt so glad Went and called Freckles Told her I love her Ran home Got ran under the covers Another day slips by Got to fix the mind I've got the mind maligned With I mean mine Got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic (Sever & Hoffman Remix) [single] (2004)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out (Main) (Explicit) [single] (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic (Colleone & Webb Remix 2) [single] (2004)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Because I Grab The Microphone And I Pick It Up
And Then I Fuck It Up And Then I Turn It In And Then I Turn It Out, Got The Body Rockin' Sound And Then You Know I'm Gonna Get Down And Eat A Scooby Snack And Take Disco Nap Because I'm Shopping At Sears, 'Cause I Don't Buy At The Gap Sending This One Out To All The Funky Inspirations Pretty Purdie On The Drums With The Beat Relations Well, I'm Working On Rhymes, They're Coming Line By Line Trying To Put What I Feel Into Word And Rhymes I've Got A Feeling Coming On, I've Got To Make Some Shit A Little Something Stupid, For The Twisted And Sick Because I Drive Like A Maniac On The Streets And I Don't Give Fuck 'Cause I've Got The Beats Got My Nuts Swingin' From Left To Right And Right To Left And I'm Death Defying (Chorus) I Spin My Fortune On A Wheel Like Sajak Here's The Payback Keep Going Strong Like Since The Way Back I Try To Be Myself But I Lose Track 'Cause The Shit Gets Complicated Now I've Got To Get Back As We Learn To Breed Love For One Another In These Times Of Melding Cultures I Give Respect For What's Been Borrowed And Lent I Know This Music Comes Down From African Descent Because I Don't Need A Magic Potion Let Me Talk About Back Field In Motion My Girls Got Cheeks For Weeks And I'm Happy You Know I'm A Sneak Like My Old Grand Pappy I Gotta Give Thanks To My Man Archie Sheep For Staying True To Inspiration And I Don't Half Step So I Kick Out The Jams And Tell You Who I Am And I Talk To The People Like Les Mccann (Chorus) I Ask God For A Rhyme Or Two A Little Something For The Wise As Well As The Fool A Little Something To Affect A Little Taste Of Change For The Together And The Strong As Well As the Dearanged I'll Do You Right Like Bobby Knight And Then I'm Rapping On The Mic To The Broadway Light Stomp My Hands, I Clap My Feet And I'm Bugging Off Yusef Lateef I Got A Match To My Ass And I'm A Keep It Lit I Need To Get Some Cash, Call My Accountant Britt I'm Rushing Around Town Taking Care Of My Functions Always Got One More Thing So Forget About Function We Create This World And The Problems Go On Create Our Lives And The Things That Gor Wrong So To The Deaf, The Blind, Look Around And Listen To What It Is You Want And For What You're Wishing (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
B-boys makin' with the freak, freak
B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Oh yeah, somethin' brand new, for you Yeah, yeah, puttin' songs together Ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee Now let me introduce myself on this cut I'm Ad Rock I'm lit, like a motherfuck Well I'm brewin' up rhymes like I was usin' a still I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill This yacht's on the upright, this shit just ain't funny Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money I've got clientele you know I rock well And then you're on my dick because I'm D.F.L. Yeah Mike, cause playin' the bass is my favorite shit Might be a hack on the stand up, but I'm workin' at it I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station Yeah, uh Penn Station up on 8th ave. Listen all a 'yall, you'll get the ball bath He's got the savior faire because he's debonair Mike D with the vinyl and the grooves so rare And the rhymes that we're makin' are doo doo B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Shit, if it's gonna be that kinda party I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes Ah ha ha!!! B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Been makin' with the freak, freak so unique I've been learner from the elders now it's time to speak Ohh (echoing) That shit sounds nice Mike D come on and get it on y'all Talkin' shit about a mile a minute Put the wax on the table, let the DJ spin it Well excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon I'm gonna see the Knicks up at Madison Square Garden Like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo And the rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo You can't sleep cause you're Cindy Loo Hoo Down with the Hurra since the Raisin' Hell Tour Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more Yeah, Cindy what, I didn't catch that last one That shit sounded nice, but bust a fast one Well I'm not known for my speed raps So grab the microphone and cut out the claps Ah yeah, I like that shit it's kinda rough I grab the microphone and fuck it up! Aiy [echoing] Player, I might seem out there Just a little deranged I've gotta cool off, catch me at the drivin' range Well I'm the ladies choice like I was J.J. Evans Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens I'm talkin' PGA Pro Tour 2 Dr. Beeper's on the TV in my golfin' shoes Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot Then you throw me off the greens 'cause I'm strictly hip-hop I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm outti, so check me I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green I've got custom made boots with the spikey things I'm workin' on my drivin' cause I'm goin' pro I've got that funky fly golf gear from head to toe Yeah, B-Boys, makin' with the freak freak, with the freak freak Mario's callin' Nonny 'bout the pesto pizza And then he's on a mission and he's checkin' for Peacha B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak |
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Bobo On The Corner - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
As I Develop The Awakening Mind I Praise The Buddha As They Shine
I Bow Before You As I Travel My Path To Join Your Ranks, I Make My Full Time Task For The Sake Of All Beings I Seek The Enlighted Mind That I Know I'll Reap Respect To Shantideva And All The Others Who Brought Down The Darma For Sisters And Brothers I Give Thanks For This World As A Place To Learn And For This Human Body That I'm Glad To Have Earned And My Deepest Thanks To All Sentient Beings For Without Them There Would Be No Place To Learn What I'm Seeing There's Nothing Here That's Not Been Said Before But I Put It Down Now So I'll Be Sure To Solidify My Own Views And I'll Be Glad If It Helps Anyone Else Out Too If Others Disrespect Me Or Give Me Flack I'll Stop And Think Before I React Knowing That They're Going Through Insecure Stages I'll Take The Opportunity To Exercise Patience I'll See It As A Chance To Help The Other Person Nip It In The Bud Before It Can Worsen A Change For Me To Be Strong And Sure As I Think On The Buddhas Who Have Come Before As I Praise And Respect The Good They've Done Knowing Only Love Can Conquer In Every Situation We Need Other People In Order To Create The Circumstances For The Learning That We're Here To Generate Situations That Bring Up Our Deepest Fears So We Can Work To Release Them Until They're Cleared Therefore, It Only Makes Sense To Thank Our Enemies Despite Their Intent The Bodhisattva Path Is One Of Power And Strength A Strength From Within To Go The Length Seeing Others Are As Important As Myself I Strive For A Happiness Of Mental Wealth With The Interconnectedness That We Share As One Every Action That We Take Affects Everyone So In Deciding For What A Situation Calls There Is A Path For The Good For All I Try To Make My Every Action For That Highest Good With The Altruistic Wish To Achive Buddhahood So I Pledge Here Before Everyone Who's Listening To Try To Make My Every Action For The Good Of All Beings For The Rest Of My Lifetimes And Even Beyond I Vow To Do My Best To Do No Harm And In Times Of Doubt I Can Think On The Dharma And The Enlightened Ones Who've Graduated Samsara |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Like The Black Birds I'm A Do It Fluid
Building Rhymes Like Buildings, Like A Stonehenge Druid Step Up And Get Enlightened, Educating My Mind I Play The Tape Forward, It's Not Time To Rewind Step Inside The Mother Fucker And I Get My Flow On Season's Change When It Comes Their Time Falls Brings The Winter And On Back To Springtime Well, It's The King Ad Rock And That's Who I Am Listen All Of Y'all I'm Not The Son Of Sam 'Cause I'm Thin And I Don't Grin And I'm Not A Grinner But Check It Out People 'cause I Love To Go And Swim Caught Up On The Phone Fiber Optic Distraction Information Super Highway Got The Brain Contraction I'm The Kung Fu Master Vs. The Sumo Wrestler Got The Beats In Manhatten You Can Hear In Westchester Well, My Mother Was Born Out In Coney Island Raised On The L.E.S. Manhatten Island My Dad Camo Out From Detroit And They Had Me And Back On Through Ellis Island Goes Through The Family Tree Well, I'm A Six Point Seven On The Richter Scale I've Got Rhymes Gallot And Then I Never Fail Like Gravy On Potatos, Luke To Darth Vader I'm A Souped Up Sucker And I'll See You All Later (Chorus) You See Me Coming Down The Block With The Funky cuts You Say Mike D. And I Say Mic These Nuts I've Got Attractions Like I'm Elvis Costello Adam Yauch Grab The Mic 'Cause You Know You're My Mellow Well When I Get It Into The Zone I'm Gonna Take My Mind To A Place Where It's All One My Shit Is On And The Rhyme Style's Kicking My Brain Is Flowing Honest Like Abe Lincoln 'Cause I'm The Fuckin' Rythm Ace With The Rhyme Selection Listen All Y'all I Rap With Perfection Because I Got The Mother Fuckin' Old School Flavor That You Savor So Watch Your Behavior Talking Other Dimensions, Levels Higher Why Did Billy Joel Say "We Didn't Start The Fire" Take You To Another Realm, Another Level I've Got The Funky Rhymes But I'm Not The Funky Devil I Step From Minute To Minute, Lifetime To Lifetime Step From Stage To Stage To See It All Unwind Slowly But Surely I Seek To Find My Mind And Every Wall That I Face Is Ow My Own Desig Glendale Boulevard Boulevard Glendale Boulevard Is Where I'm At It's Where I'm At, Where I Live Check It Out Because My Head Is Like A Siv And We Turn It Out (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
It's like that y'all and you don't quit (x4)
Like Frankenstein or Count Dracula I grab the mic and then I f**k it up I never settle for less and that's a fact I'm lettin' you know we not the wack wack We're nice and all that (c'mon) and I'm a keep goin' (yup) Bound to make money off the shit that I'm growing Like that y'all and you don't quit Keep it on y'all rock the sure shit I put the pen to the paper and I went off I'm dropping knowledge and wisdom like a mad head dog Step into the function 'cause I'm representing Lyrics on the brain and they sit fermenting I try to go and learn the give and the go Free up my mind let loose with the lyric flow Trying to get frank get back, get back, right Trying to stay positive and feeling allright It's like that y'all and ya don't quit So pass the pen and then pass the pad Like DJ Run there was nothin' ever like (??) The sex rhyme kid is back in the panic Gonna drop the ball on my damn mechanic F**kin' up my Nova, (naw) f**kin' up my life, (shit) F**kin' with my world, cause he's f**kin' with the pipe (aw damn) Like the saying goes, you gotta call and duke it off Ask Juanito, he'll tell you all about it Gettin' rhymed in the mind, two hits in a car Put my pager on private, jerk myself off, Weight on my shoulders and now I'm stressin' Gotta get back and count my blessings Stuck on my cellular, I can't get off This ride is in motion and I can't get let off Get my penis stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated Realized I was trying to get my brain notated It's like that y'all and ya don't quit (x4) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax
Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up 'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash And You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making Cash I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K. Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The Soul Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In My Grape Ape I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It And So The Story Goes On And On Down In S.D. 50 'till Early Morning |
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"When two are served, you may begin to eat."
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"When two are served, you may begin to eat."
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
1-2 1-2 Keep It On
Listen To The Shit Because We Kick It Until Dawn Listen To The Abstract Got It Going On Listen To The Ladies Come On And Let Me Spawn All Your Eggs Then You You Go Up The River Listen To The Abstract That Freaky Nigger I'm Ad Rock And I Shock And I Tick And I Tock And I Can't Stop With The Body Rock See I've Got Heart Like John Starks Hitting Mad Sparks Pass Me The Mic And I'll Be Rocking The Whole Park I'm The M To The C To The A And It's A Must The Rhymes That We Bust On The Topic On Lust And My Moms Is Not Butt, But Fuck It Let Me Get Down To The Rhythm Yes I'm Getting Funky And I'm Shooting All My Jism Like John Holmes, The X-rated Nigger Listen To The Shit 'Cause I'm The Ill Figure Nobody's Getting Any Bigger Than This Ad Rock Down With The Ione Listen To The Shit Because Both Of Them Is Boney Got To Do It Like This Like Chachi And Joanie Because She's The Cheese And I'm The Macaroni So Why All The Fight And Why All The Fuss Becasue I Ain't Got No Dust Yea, You Know I'm Getting Silly I've Got A Grandma Hazel And A Grandma Tilly Grand Royalprez And I'm Also A Member Born On The Cusp In The Month Of November I Do The Patty Duke In Case You Don't Remember Well, I Freak A Funky Beat Like The Shit Was In A Blender Well, I'm Long Gone Word Is Born Don't Need A Mother Fucking Fool Telling Me Right From Wrong I Don't Think I'm Slick Nor Do I Play Like I'm Hard But I Shall Drive The Lane Like I Was Evan Bernhard And I've Working On My Game Because Life Is Taxing Got To Get It Together And See What's Happening I Go One Two Like My Name Was Biz Mark But I Had To Do The Shit Just Let Me Embark On The Lyric And The Noun And The Verb Let's Kick The Shit Off 'Cause Yo, I'm Not The Herb Well, It's Not The Herb But The Spice With The Flavor To Spare Tho Moog With The Funk For Your Derriere While We're On That Topic, Yes I Like To Mention When It Comes To Boning I'm Representing Spacing, Zoning, Talkin' On The Phone And My Brain Is Roaming And I Don't Know Where It's Going Talking Lots Of Shit A Little Tweaking On The Weekend I've Got To Get Him By The Reigns Because I Know That I'm Freaking Well, I'm A Funky Skull And I'm A Scorpio And When I Get My Flow I'm Dr On The Go So Q-tip, What You On The Mic For Because I Had To Talk About The Times That I Rhyme And When M.C.S Come In My Face, I'm Like Mace Because I Back Them Off With The Quills Nigger 'Cause I Tell You, Nigger 'Cause I'll Keep You Under Prills Resting On Nine One One Sixteenth Ave Off The Farmes Boulevard I'm From Manhattan M.C.A.'s From Brooklyn Yea, M.C.A., Your Shit Be Cooking Praying Mantis On The Court And I Can't Be Beat So, Yo Tip, What's Up With The Boot On Your Feet I've Got The Timbos On The Toes And This Is How It Goes Oh One Two, Oh My God One Two, Oh My God, I've Got Some Shit I've Got The Kung Fu Grip Behind My Green Trap Kit Never Ever Ever Smoking Crack Never Ever Ever Fucking Wack I Eat The Fuckin' Pineapple Now & Laters Listen To Me Now, Don't Listen To Me Later Fuck It 'Cause I Know I Didn't Make It Fuckin' Rhyme For Real But, Yo Technically I'm As Hard As Steel Gonna Get It Together, Watch It, Gonna Get It Together Ma Bell I'm Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Some Ball
Walking Down The Stairs And Then He Starts To Fall Add On Two Joints And Then He Starts To Sweat Two Hundred Seventy Five Pounds That You Can't Forget Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Spend All Your Money On Your Health Insurance Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Keep On Getting Bigger Because You Know That You Can Why Do You Force Yourself On Top Of That Girl Laugh With All Your Buddies Because It's A Man's Man's World Someday That Shit Will Come Back To You You've Been Throwing Your Weight Around And Your Shit Is Through Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Going Nowhere, Got No Master Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Heart Attack (Mosh Part) Weighs In At Two Seventy Five My Man Is Lucky To Be Alive Smokin' And Drinkin' Too The Heart Attack Man Is Gonna Be Running Over You Got No God Damn Respect Had To Put The Big Big Bitch In Check Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Lungs Full Of Tar And A Stomach Full Of Spam Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Time To Change Your Ways Heart Attack Man |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your Oakley's, stone wash on Watching MTV and you watch on And #1 on the side and don't touch the back And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack Mullet head, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides and don't touch the back Shiny chrome rims never rusted Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted Never trusted, mullet head You know you took that girl to bed Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah Spike the top because the week-end is here You wanna know what's a mullet? Well, I got a little story to tell About a hair style that's way of life Have you ever seen a mullet wife? Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee 'Cause you don't know about the mullet head Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head Put me on trial, I'm worth your while Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man Got The New York Post, read that story About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world A real lover man, a real Casanova Joey got horny and now he's over Amy got pissed, shot his wife Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life Cut the sides, don't touch the back The back, the back [Incomprehensible] |
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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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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)
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 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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Sabrosa - Beastie Boys
Sabrosa - Beastie Boys Sabrosa - Beastie Boys Sabrosa - Beastie Boys Sabrosa - Beastie Boys |
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Sabrosa - Beastie Boys
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Shambala - Beastie Boys
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Shambala - Beastie Boys
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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 - 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 - 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 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)
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 - Body Movin'' (Shawn J. Period & Wizdom Life Remix) [single] (2004)
Body movin' body movin'
A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc Let your spine unwind just take a risk I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn Tell me party people is that so wrong The ship is docking, inter-lockin' And up-rockin' electro-shocking We're getting down computer action Do the robotic satisfaction All of y'all get off the wall Have a ball and get involved with Body movin' body movin' With the A-1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin? Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin' bodies in motion cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music drivin you insane You can't explain to people this type of mind frame Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap I'm fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin' not perfection Let me get some action from the back section Body movin' body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Mike D with the master plan Ooh, my, my, and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream, 'Ooh, goddamn' The creme de la creme is who I am MCA where have you been Packed like sardines in the tin So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins 'Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim Adrock light up the place And if you pull my card you pull the ace And if you ask me turn up the bass And if you play defender I could be your hyper space Body movin' |
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from Beastie Boys - 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 - Alive [single] (2000)
I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now.
Never. It's all been leading up to this moment. All right now, right here. My whole life, right here.... We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez (I have some goodie goods for you to eat) The party people scream Oui, oui c'est vrai! (Yes yes, it's true) 'Cause I got a remote for my B-Day Hey I'm A-D-R-O-C-K I use a microphone like Picasso* used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I'll give it my best and say Come what may 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pel?Gettin' old, like Ali Boomba Yay* So fed up with my Caesar toupee It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray D-D-Dive* So-Socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright Created a monster with these rhymes I write Don't say mine are wack, please say goodnight Now here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people gotta bite But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice Readin' in the news, 'cause I'm Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam use tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So I keep my mind still, like the still of night Now who in the world do you want to fight It's against the system we should unite Homophobics say Alright... If you learn to love then you might love life (chorus) Bringin' back that old New York rap.... Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks* To afford the poor decide to react Come on party people, share up your stacks Now, I'm a' break it down to the brass tacks* Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch I'd like to have a say on the income tax Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts No money for health care, so what's the catch? The man got you locked with no keys to the latch Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack* (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Alive [single] (2000)
I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now.
Never. It's all been leading up to this moment. All right now, right here. My whole life, right here.... We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez (I have some goodie goods for you to eat) The party people scream Oui, oui c'est vrai! (Yes yes, it's true) 'Cause I got a remote for my B-Day Hey I'm A-D-R-O-C-K I use a microphone like Picasso* used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I'll give it my best and say Come what may 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pel?Gettin' old, like Ali Boomba Yay* So fed up with my Caesar toupee It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray D-D-Dive* So-Socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright Created a monster with these rhymes I write Don't say mine are wack, please say goodnight Now here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people gotta bite But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice Readin' in the news, 'cause I'm Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam use tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So I keep my mind still, like the still of night Now who in the world do you want to fight It's against the system we should unite Homophobics say Alright... If you learn to love then you might love life (chorus) Bringin' back that old New York rap.... Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks* To afford the poor decide to react Come on party people, share up your stacks Now, I'm a' break it down to the brass tacks* Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch I'd like to have a say on the income tax Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts No money for health care, so what's the catch? The man got you locked with no keys to the latch Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack* (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Alive [single] (2000)
Well they were all impressed with your Halston dress
Yes people that you knew at Elaine's Well the story of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained Well you had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to turn the party out You had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you Always got the piece of crowd You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night, whoa They were all impressed with your Halston dress And the people that you knew at Elaine's And the stories of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained Well I'm not sure what you said last night No I'm not sure that you want to know Well here's one hint honey You sure did put on a show Well you had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to go and please the crowd You had to be a big shot, didn't you Always turned the party out Had to have the front page, last night Just to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to have the front page, last night Oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh Oh Oh Oh |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic [single] (1999)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic [single] (1999)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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