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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Soft overripe fresh skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage bag full overflowing now it's leaking Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair So I can climb up and get into your underwear Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera 'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor So get that money out of your ass you whore I brought her upstairs onto the roof I dogged your wife and she is a doofus What comes around Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got Dolemite's house and you have not Look out my window look over the city With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat Why you wanna beat your girl like that Living in the rat race smoking rat weed You reap what you sow when you plant the seed Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto What comes around |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Soft overripe fresh skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage bag full overflowing now it's leaking Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair So I can climb up and get into your underwear Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera 'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor So get that money out of your ass you whore I brought her upstairs onto the roof I dogged your wife and she is a doofus What comes around Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got Dolemite's house and you have not Look out my window look over the city With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat Why you wanna beat your girl like that Living in the rat race smoking rat weed You reap what you sow when you plant the seed Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto What comes around |
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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 - Hello Nasty (2006)
Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well We be kickin bass all up in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition we've got them locked U.N.I.T.E. A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite BBoys of the world unite I went inside the deli and my man's like what I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set" Automation circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap People of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 1200's I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin action Do it like this for the intergalaction I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In money makin it's how we do I be smokin roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron) HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS We keep it movin to the broad daylight BGirls of the world unite alright Keep it on and on |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well We be kickin bass all up in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition we've got them locked U.N.I.T.E. A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite BBoys of the world unite I went inside the deli and my man's like what I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So 'Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set' Automation circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap People of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 1200's I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin action Do it like this for the intergalaction I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In money makin it's how we do I be smokin roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron) HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS We keep it movin to the broad daylight BGirls of the world unite alright Keep it on and on |
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from Beastie Boys - 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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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 - 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 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 - Ill Communication (2004)
Butcher Me On The Court
Too Many Elbows To Report Now You're Poking Me In The Eye Bill Laimbeer Motherfucker, It's Time For You To Die Tough Guy, It's Time To Check Yourself Dribbling The Ball Like The Biz Can Be Bad For Your Health Tough Guy, What You Got To Prove Moving Like An Elephant, That's Your Favorite Tough Guy, Your Shit Is Going Out Tough Guy Box Me Out With Your Fat Ass Throw Me Around Like A Bounce Pass You've Got A Tombstone Hanging Over Your Dick Cause A Minor Earthquake When You Throw A Moving Pick Touch Guy, You Think You're Like The Shaq Keep Running Around, You'll Catch A Heart Attack Tough Guy, What Are You Giving Me The Way You're Playing Ball, You'll Stop Me From Living B Tough Guy, Tough Guy Tough Guy, You're Shit Is Weak Tough Guy, You Fucking Freak Tough Guy, I'll Stick I'll Stick Your Shit Tough Guy |
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from Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers (feat. Nas) [single] (2009)
Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep ‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83 Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I aint tryin’ to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist, like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong) I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space? sniffin, muffin, huffin And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that’s what’s on my mind, and the rhyme who’s next up? Mike D. The man of mystery History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’ Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Beastie Boys - Too Many Rappers feat Nas Lyrics
Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceein’ even after you’re gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80’s, the 90’s, 2000’s and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die, cuz death is the cousin sleep ‘Cuz i’m back with the bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me, grandpa been rappin’ since ‘83 Oi’m supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy *** **** pullin out the bag Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo cuz it’s sad All these crab rappers, they’re rappin’ like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I’m no killa, but compared to you i’m more realer You aint a ….., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no You aint got the cutthroat in ya, beginner I aint tryin’ to hear your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist, like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Y’all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to, ‘cuz we be makin’ stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers *souped on* splendour (*probably wrong) I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space? sniffin, muffin, huffin And mean muggin’ with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka, you aint sayin’ nothin I”m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacin’ auditoriums all day I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers, I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that’s what’s on my mind, and the rhyme who’s next up? Mike D. The man of mystery History in the makin’, and now we’re takin’ Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso & canvases Rockin’ stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there’s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that’s how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point ‘em out So if you got somethin’ on your mind let it out |
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Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls To all the French girls To all the Oriental girls Chinese Japanese To all the Swiss girls To the Italian women To the Upper East Side mobiles To all the Jamaican girls And to the topless dancers Australian and Brazilian To the southern belles To the Puerto Rican girls To the stewardesses flying around the world |
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Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls To all the French girls To all the Oriental girls Chinese Japanese To all the Swiss girls To the Italian women To the Upper East Side mobiles To all the Jamaican girls And to the topless dancers Australian and Brazilian To the southern belles To the Puerto Rican girls To the stewardesses flying around the world |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? - it's time to get ill Went outside my house - I went down to the deli I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam - I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? - it's time to get ill |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? - it's time to get ill Went outside my house - I went down to the deli I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam - I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? - it's time to get ill |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check It's time to let'em know what we expect Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC Hold up wait up you know we come correct You wanna change things up, well hey just get set It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck It's easier to break things than build it correct We've got a president we didn't elect The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect And still the US just wants to flex Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill Hate filled people wanna keep us in check Tearin' down each other is what they expect If you want love well hey that's a bet We've got to give before we can get Waiting like a batter who is on deck When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck So let's calibrate and check our specs We need a little shift on over to the left I don't really know but I suspect I think it's due time that we inspect How they get their information and their facts are checked Another press conference someone's talking out their neck It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill So step up to the window and place your bets Is the US gonna keep breaking necks Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex And the military muscle that he wants to flex By the time Bush is done what will be left? Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque Environmental destruction and the national debt But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest What the real deal why you can't connect Why you hating people that you never met Didn't your mama teach you show some respect? Why not open your mind for a sec? It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight Ain't nobody got to spell it for me Ain't nobody got to yell I can see Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I'll yell in your ear Time for living Time for giving x 4 Ain't nobody to to spell it for me I said ain't nobody got to yell I can see I said ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I will yell in your ear Soul fire Soul fire And we ain't got no water We don't have no water Time for living time for giving No time for making up a monster to sell Time for living time for giving No time for breakin' out a lie to sell |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight Ain't nobody got to spell it for me Ain't nobody got to yell I can see Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I'll yell in your ear Time for living Time for giving (x4) Ain't nobody to to spell it for me I said ain't nobody got to yell I can see I said ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I will yell in your ear Soul fire Soul fire And we ain't got no water We don't have no water Time for living time for giving No time for making up a monster to sell Time for living time for giving No time for breakin' out a lie to sell |
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from Beastie Boys - Remote Control [single] (1999)
'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can
Come on now I've got the D double O, D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice 'Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get nice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kreme Kenny Rogers' "Gambler" is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know You know we break it down, going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin' with Mario Well my name is Ad Rock I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me 'cause I just don't know I'm known to Mop I'm known to Glo But don't get mad 'cause I gots to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say Gotta get down Mix Master cut faster Mix Master cut, cut, cut faster All top secret and classified I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified I never wanna let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area Causing all kinds of hysteria My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry, I'll take care of ya Me and Adam, Adam and the Mario C In the studio it's the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what you got to say Goddamn that DJ made my day |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can
Come on now I've got the D double O, D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice 'Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get nice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kreme Kenny Rogers' "Gambler" is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know You know we break it down, going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin' with Mario Well my name is Ad Rock I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me 'cause I just don't know I'm known to Mop I'm known to Glo But don't get mad 'cause I gots to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say Gotta get down Mix Master cut faster Mix Master cut, cut, cut faster All top secret and classified I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified I never wanna let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area Causing all kinds of hysteria My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry, I'll take care of ya Me and Adam, Adam and the Mario C In the studio it's the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what you got to say Goddamn that DJ made my day |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hey yo Adam what's up? This is Mix Master Mike
I'm calling from Sacramento. Um I've been wanting to hook up with you maybe on some tracks. I've got some shit right here if you could.. My turntable's through a wah wah pedal. It's called the tweak scratch 'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can Come on.. I've got the D double O D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice voice 'Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get noice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage whoo Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage 3 MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say "My god" "oh Mike" "All the time" Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kremes Kenny Rogers' Gambler is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know know You know we break it down going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin with Mario whoowee Well my name is Adrock I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me cause I just don't know I'm known to mop I'm known to glow glow But don't get mad cause I got to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what cha got to say "Gotta' - Gotta' - Gotta' get down" Mix Master ah cut faster Ah Mix Master ah cut cut ah cut faster All top secret and classified fied I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified whoowee I never wanna' let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area haa Causing all kinds of hysteria My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry I'll take care of ya Me and Adam Adam and Mario C In the studio with the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what you got to say "God damn that DJ made my day" _biz markie_ You came off with that one Joe, oh my goodness |
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from Beastie Boys - Sure Shot [single] (1994)
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I said I'll make you shake your ass like les macan And the you're out talking shit like yosemite sam You've got the elephant feet like les mccan Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay 'cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand I'm changing my middle name to first trem I'm walking on the rhythm like philippe petite I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke I heard the captain's gonna sign him to jive and that's the truth Taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery Produce organic from my own yard Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb Waking up my long joint, ready to get some Looking at my board and my old boots Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth And on the court I've got game like my brother matt I give a shout out so where you at But don't get souped mathew 'cause I'm a take ya Horatio park right now and I'm a shake ya Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out I need some inspiration so get the best out Like rock master scott, I'm on the request line Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time Good vibes flowing all around Not a worry in mind as the friends around A shout out to linda riding pow forever Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy Got beats like bobalou on 'i love lucy' I'm not like the skipper on 'fantasy island' I'm more like captain shtupping when I go back whylin' The cire traverse out to death shoot Or s.t.h. when they let me back at the deuce 'cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff Down with bubble gum and ninth creation Get down we've got the sound sensation Kid fresh is back from the 80's And we're doing it for the ladies (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I said I'll make you shake your ass like les macan And the you're out talking shit like yosemite sam You've got the elephant feet like les mccan Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay 'cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand I'm changing my middle name to first trem I'm walking on the rhythm like philippe petite I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke I heard the captain's gonna sign him to jive and that's the truth Taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery Produce organic from my own yard Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb Waking up my long joint, ready to get some Looking at my board and my old boots Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth And on the court I've got game like my brother matt I give a shout out so where you at But don't get souped mathew 'cause I'm a take ya Horatio park right now and I'm a shake ya Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out I need some inspiration so get the best out Like rock master scott, I'm on the request line Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time Good vibes flowing all around Not a worry in mind as the friends around A shout out to linda riding pow forever Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy Got beats like bobalou on 'i love lucy' I'm not like the skipper on 'fantasy island' I'm more like captain shtupping when I go back whylin' The cire traverse out to death shoot Or s.t.h. when they let me back at the deuce 'cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff Down with bubble gum and ninth creation Get down we've got the sound sensation Kid fresh is back from the 80's And we're doing it for the ladies (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I Can Hear The Trumpets Blowing Screaming Out The End Of Time
Look Around And Listen And You'll See Every Sign The Waters Are Polluted As The Forests Are Cut Down Bombing And Drilling Deep Below Ground Check The Prophecies From Around The World And Look Around Now As It All Unfurls Look Into Yourself And See What Goes On Get A Feeling In Your Heart Of The Right From Wrong Because The Mother Earth Needs To Be Respected Been Far From Too Long That She's Been Neglected Race Against Race, Such A Foolish Waste It's Like Cutting Off Your Nose To Spit Your Face And At The End Of The Wars, What Was The Cost It's Clear That The Earth Was The One Who Lost We Are One With Her As She Is One With Us It's Unreal How She Is Treated So Unjust As Our Planet Grows Smaller Each And Every Day Everyone Affecting Everyone In Every Way We're All Citizens Of The Worl Community All Here Together And We're Searching For Unity Over The Years, I've Grown And Changed So Much Things I Know Now Years Ago, I Couldn't Touch There Are Things I've Done That I Wouldn't Do Again But I'm Glad That I Did 'Cause I've Learned From Them I Just Try To Stay Present Right Here, Right Now No Worries, No Fears And Without Any Doubts It's About Time 'Cause In These Times, These Changing Times A Transition Is Occuring And I Am Not Blind As The Pendlum Swings A New Age We Enter And With Every Swing, It Draws Closer To The Center Yes The Storm Before The Calm And The Wars That Lead To Love Things Must Run Their Course So We Push And We Shove But We're Here To Work It Out In One Way Or Another To Find A Mutual Respect For Ourselves And One Another And The True Key Is A Trust In Self For When I Trust Myself, I Fear No One Else I Took Control Of My Life, Just As Anyone Can I Want Everyone To See It's In The Palm Of Your Hand The Past Is Gone, The Future Yet Unborn But Right Here And Now Is Where It All Goes On I Know We Can Fix It And It's Not Too Late I Give Respect To King And His Nonviolent Ways I Dream And I Hope And I Won't Forget Someday I'm Going To Visit On A Free Tibet Someday I'm Going To See Us All Joined As One And It Would Be Too Bad To Blow It Up Before We're Done 'Cause We Long Behind The Rage Learning From The Pain The Love Behind The Tension Like The Sun Behind The Rain I'm Sending Loving Light To All That Is To All Creation And The Life We Live I'm Not Preaching Bull Shit, Just Speaking My Mind 'Cause I'm Here Now And It's About Time |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I 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 - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key Now rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables 'Cause I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium the radium E M D squared Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared It's the sounds of science The sounds of science Public service announcement Time and money for girls covered with honey You lie and aspire to be as cunning Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector Went berserk and worked and exploded She woke up in the morning and her face was coated Buddy you study the man on the mic D. do what you like Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration To peep that freak unique penetration I figured out who makes the crack It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets A professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it I smell weak 'cause you keep poppin' it People always asking what's the phenomenon Yo what's up know what's going on No one really knows what I'm talking about Yeah that's right my name's Yauch Ponce De Leon constantly on The fountain of youth not Robotron Peace is a word I've heard before So move and move and move upon the dance floor I'm gonna die gonna die one day 'Cause I'm goin and goin and goin this way Not like a roach or a piece of toast I'm going out first class not going out coach Rock my Adidas never rock Fila I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope What I live I write and that is strictly rope I've got science for any occasion Postulating theorems formulating equations Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy Dropping science like when Galileo dropped his orange |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key Now rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables 'Cause I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium the radium E M D squared Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared It's the sounds of science The sounds of science Public service announcement Time and money for girls covered with honey You lie and aspire to be as cunning Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector Went berserk and worked and exploded She woke up in the morning and her face was coated Buddy you study the man on the mic D. do what you like Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration To peep that freak unique penetration I figured out who makes the crack It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets A professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it I smell weak 'cause you keep poppin' it People always asking what's the phenomenon Yo what's up know what's going on No one really knows what I'm talking about Yeah that's right my name's Yauch Ponce De Leon constantly on The fountain of youth not Robotron Peace is a word I've heard before So move and move and move upon the dance floor I'm gonna die gonna die one day 'Cause I'm goin and goin and goin this way Not like a roach or a piece of toast I'm going out first class not going out coach Rock my Adidas never rock Fila I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope What I live I write and that is strictly rope I've got science for any occasion Postulating theorems formulating equations Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy Dropping science like when Galileo dropped his orange |
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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 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 - Licensed To Ill (1986)
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic And we're puttin' it on wax It's the new style Four and three and two and one (What up!) And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!) Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't And I got more juice than Picasso got paint Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick I'm not surprised you're on my dick B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D. Ah yeah, that's me I got franks and pork and beans Always bust the new routines I get it - I got it, I know it's good The rhymes I write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my voice is not straining People always biting and I'm sick of complaining So I went into the locker room during classes Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin' (bridge) There it is - kick it!!! Father to many - married to none And in case you're unaware I carry a gun Stepped into the party - the place was over packed Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped I got money in the bank - I can still get high That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed Their father had envy so I shot him in the head If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!) Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been (repeat bridge) You wanna know why - because I'm October 31st - that is my date of birth I got to the party and I did the Smurf Taxing all females from coast to coast And when I get my fill I'm chilly most We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel And then we all switch places when I ring the bell I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west K-I-N-G-A-D whammy All the fly ladies are on my jammy Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...drop Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day Just me, my posse and M.C.A. A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing Twenty-two automatic on my person Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger Some voices got treble - some voices got bass We got the kind of voices that are in your face Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention That I am well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose you so and so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you everybody I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane if it don't rain Sucker MC's are problematic I love it when you hit those switches A curve ball's what my pitch is So here we here we come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects Read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen everybody let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all those people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention That I am well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose you so and so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you everybody I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane if it don't rain Sucker MC's are problematic I love it when you hit those switches A curve ball's what my pitch is So here we here we come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects Read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen everybody let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all those people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hello.
It's times like this when I just can't stop Can't wind your body without the body rock Got schemes schematics blue prints on file You gotta have dreams to make it all worthwhile So as I take my time and realign I wonder what it is I hope to find I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast Adrock with the New Addition Edition Gettin on down for the year 2000 A slight distraction can get you paid And when it comes to that type shit I paved the way BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin on and on Dogs love me'cause I'm crazy sniffable I bet you never knew I got the ill peripheral In your home I'm cloned I'm on your headphones I love it when you spazz out all alone 'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key I'm unlockable so don't check me Got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind The sky is falling and I'm falling behind So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain Insane mind games move quick like flames So now I wonder how sometimes you never know Who be rockin y'all in stereo in stereo in stereo in stereo No time like the present to work shit out That's what I'm going on and on and on about Not fakin just makin beats in the dungeon Keep that shit funky'cause the odor is pungent No shame in my game just par for the path I try to hone my craft because at hands the task But I find I'm not playing with a full deck I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec All I wanna know is when is checkout time So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme And when I'm with my man Shadi rock at the gates We'll be rockin rhythms over disco breaks BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin on and on Hubiera una vez un gran rey que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hello...
It's times like this when I just can't stop Can't wind your body without the body rock Got schemes, schematics, blueprints on file You got to have the dreams to make it all worthwhile So as I take my time and realign I wonder what it is I hope to find I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast Ad Rock with the New Edition Gettin' on down for the year 2000 A slight distraction can get you paid And when it comes to that type shit, I paved the way B-Boys to the early morn B-Girls be rockin' on and on B-Girls to the break of dawn B-Boys be rockin' on and on Dogs love me cause I'm crazy sniffable Now I bet you never knew I got the ill peripheral In your home I'm cloned I'm on your headphones I love it when you spaz out all alone 'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key I'm unlockable so don't check me I got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind The sky is falling and I'm falling behind So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain Insane mind games move quick like flames So now I wonder how sometimes you never know Who be rockin' y'all in stere-ere-o In stere-ere-o, in stere-ere-o, in stereo No time like the present to work shit out That's what we going on and on and on about I'm not fakin', just makin' beats in the dungeon Keep that shit funky 'cause the odor is pungent No shame in my game just par for the path I try to hone my craft because at hands the task But I find I'm not playing with a full deck I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec All I wanna know is when is checkout time So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme And when I'm with my man Shadi rock at the gates We'll be rockin' rhythms over disco breaks B-Boys to the early morn B-Girls be rockin' on and on B-Girls to the break of dawn B-Boys be rockin' on and on On and on On and on... (repeats) *Hubo una vez un gran rey Que tenia muchas tierras, un castillo y tambien un amor Hubo una vez un gran rey Que tenia muchas tierras, un castillo y tambien un amor O el rey O o el rey* |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Who is the man coming down your block
It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Maestro
Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man. |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
The Maestro
Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man. |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Awww shit
Woah, what? And... Front (front), back (back), sucker then a snack pack (pack) I (I) got (got) lawn mower whack (whack) Get (get) down (down) grade A ground round Sound that you're loving, giving (giving) us a pound (pound) Full (full) force (force) Lisa (Lisa) dope jam All (all) night (night) listening to Dope Man You can (you can) say (say) yes we're looking pretty (pretty) Money (money) making (making) New York City! |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Oh!!
This routine dates way back A lot of people may remember this routine but it's evolved, now Yeah from the summer before last Well my name's Mike D and I got a new name And that new name is Larry Well my name is Ad Rock, and then I got a new name And my new name is Harry Well my name is MCA, but I got a new name And that new name is Gary Well my DJ's name, it stayed the same 'Cause his new name is Larry |
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from U.N.K.L.E. - Psyence Fiction (1999)
Yeah, come on, a-come on, a-come on, a-come on
Tiggy tiggy tee tone tee tone tiggy tee tig tee tiggy tiggy a too (Uh, hoo) Uh, one time Come on, come on, come on, c-c-come on Come on come on a-come on a-come on, you don't stop Yeah, 1-2, 1-2 The best MC in history (Check me out) MC...MC....MC.... Now I'm a break it down in the UNKLE style Drums of death that are worth your while In the file, I'll dial, I said Anyone who says we're not versatile Cause it's me, M-I-K-E to the D Getting down, U-N-K-L-E For this you pay a fee It's not for free We're coming to the end of the century Crossing continental with these beats And getting your ass up and out your seats The drop-top up with the Flintstone feats We're gonna put you down with the tasty treats Hand me the mic and I will say Living positive each and every day Whether in the fall or the month of may Lavelle be getting down with no delay Yeah drums of death y'all Put me to the test y'all Never rest, y'all, yeah Check it out, uh I got a little story to tell With DJ Shadow and James Lavelle It starts right now in history And I am known as the rapper Mike D. Funky funky beats, one-two, break it down Deliver it on down with the A-1 sound Ounce by ounce and pound for pound Got the shit that's out of bounds The beat's on time and I hope you feel Nice and complete like a happy meal Sounds of tomorrow. Can't y'all just steal? Or is it too hectic for y'all to deal? Gotta keep moving 'till we hit the top My boys Unkle gonna let the beat drop Grab the mic and I start to mop Like I done since day one in the game of hip-hop! Hip hop....hip hop (Sample:) Whew, that was hot! Now, dig this.... Yeah drums of death y'all Yeah drums of death y'all Yeah drums of Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah drums of Yeah drums of death y'all Yeah-yeah, drums of death all-all Dums of...yeah-yeah drums of, yeah-yeah-yeah I'ma break it down in the UNKLE style UNKLE style UNKLE style UNKLE style I'ma...break...it....down...in the...UN....KLE....style Funky funky beats Yeah, drums of death, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-uh, straight more money-makin Money-makin', ho! |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear alex and marilyn
They're lovey and thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On hornblower's lederhosen Like walt disney he is frozen And then the swiss hall of fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin My name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause i Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector clouseau and derek flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Mario rewind the tape and punch him in Like chuck d with the where you never been I'm in Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause I get I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin', movin on Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin mcs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all Can't, won't, don't stop |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear alex and marilyn
They're lovey and thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On hornblower's lederhosen Like walt disney he is frozen And then the swiss hall of fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin My name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause i Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector clouseau and derek flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Mario rewind the tape and punch him in Like chuck d with the where you never been I'm in Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause I get I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin', movin on Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin mcs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all Can't, won't, don't stop |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now what the blood clot, I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor? It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour A phenomenon pandemonium The club is blowing up like plutonium What's all the fanfare what's the to do We're known to bring the hullabaloo On stage or at the spa Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha There's a commotion that's goin' down I talk more shit then drown the clown I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say Ten nine eight seven six five four I get upon the mic and I'm a even the score One two three, three to two one Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip Pass me the mint for the julep Tell me everybody where is the love Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha Communicator check one two one two This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu Set the bullshit to warp factor one Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun Oh mai oui, you can catch me At Jean Vie with a pastry C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha Ha haha haha! Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin' Goin' rao rao with the Dungeons & Dragons You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind But if they don't dance and then they won't dance Then they can kiss my fuckin' ass 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
(Beastie Boys)
Our Evening Began In Peter Scharro's Confortable Study In His New York Townhouse Where The Candle Light Was Just Right The HiFi Was In The Background And The Wine Was Delicious... [Laughing] What's The Secret Peter Naturally I'll Say Its The Wine Mmm It Does Go Well With The Chicken Delicious again Peter |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
(Beastie Boys)
Our Evening Began In Peter Scharro's Confortable Study In His New York Townhouse Where The Candle Light Was Just Right The HiFi Was In The Background And The Wine Was Delicious... [Laughing] What's The Secret Peter Naturally I'll Say Its The Wine Mmm It Does Go Well With The Chicken Delicious again Peter |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Biz Vs. The Nuge
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home Oh They're Comin' Home |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home
They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home Oh They're Comin' Home |
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Another official selection from the Bill Harper collection
Hey Adam it's Bill, um thanks |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Back on the scene for y'all people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright 'Cause George W's got nothing on me We got to take the power from he When I'm on the mic I feel good to go Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know And my, my zodiac sign is Scorpio Look what the cat dragged in The creme de la creme without the skin So take a rest and mind your own biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan Let's go to work, get those hands clappin' Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate Don't underrate how I operate It ain't what you say, it's what you mean Intention leads to action, that is my theme So pay attention now as I begin to recap Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you Brand new The time and place for the mind is here and now Keep the mind present less to worry about But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo Like George Whipple on New York One Got a hairy ass and that's no fun I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone And on the microphone you know that I'm at home It's time we looked past all our differences An' that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you And that's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Now, it's suffice to say that I'm nicer
Nice in the cut and yes I'm the slicer Or should I say, I'm the filet-er I hate the game, I hate the player But don't get discombobulated and upset Because trust me, we ain't even begun yet Mike D has gotta rock it we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock down, rock it we rock it non-stop MCA gotta rock, we rock it non-stop And you don't stop, the body rock Watch me make the fire, now I make it sizzle As I flip your omelette at the D Pizzle Like Molto Mario, they call me Taster D Or a quick fire challenge put that {?} on G.D. You can, {?} and fortified Not squares on the block and not taken for a ride Mike D gotta rock and we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock gotta rock and we rock it non-stop MCA gotta rock and we rock it non-stop And then you don't stop, the body rock Got things {?} bubblin up and they're out of my hands And I don't never claim that sounds too grand Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust You gotta be the one to dance and that's a must Yes I cuss when I grab my nuts Got a six finger demon says excuse our dust Mike D's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop Ad-Rock's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop MCA's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop And you don't stop, for what, to what |
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from Beastie Boys - Sure Shot [single] (1994)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop x 3
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 "Savoir 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 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop x 3 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 I´ve Got More Rhymes Than I've 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 x 3 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 I´m Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I´m Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I´m 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 You Won't And You Don't Stop x 3 Come And Rock The Sure Shot B-boy... B-girl... |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from Shrek Forever After (슈렉 포에버) [ost] (2010)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say it So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people 'Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say it So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' |
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from Fire & Skill - The Songs of The Jam (2000)
If I ever ever see you - see you
If I ever ever see you - see you If I ever ever see you - see you Again If I ever ever see you - see you If I ever ever see you - see you If I ever ever see you - see you Again And what you give is what you get And what you give is what you get And what you give is what you get |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What makes you feel
And why you gotta be Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world So sick and evil I know you don't know What makes you feel Like you got miracle whip appeal Who made you the judge an jury Ain't you never heard of privacy What makes this world So sick and evil You figure it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What makes you feel
And why you gotta be Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world So sick and evil I know you don't know What makes you feel Like you got miracle whip appeal Who made you the judge an jury Ain't you never heard of privacy What makes this world So sick and evil You figure it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
Son Of Neckbone - Beastie Boys
Son Of Neckbone - Beastie Boys Son Of Neckbone - Beastie Boys Son Of Neckbone - Beastie Boys Son Of Neckbone - Beastie Boys |
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