Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would think I'm from Paris You know I get fly, you think I get high You know that I'm gone and I'm 'a tell you all why
So tell me-who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down
Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt I said where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes?
*Yeah, you can't front on that*
Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar
Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call
Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet
Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time I'm losin' my mind
*Yeah, you can't front on that*
But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize
Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want)
You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena
I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech
*Yeah, you can't front on that*
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want)
Brass Monkey Lyrics by M. Diamond, A. Yauch and, The King Music by R. Rubin c 1986 by Def Jam Music Inc. (ASCAP)/Brooklyn Dust Music (ASCAP) rights reserved
(chorus) Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey Brass Monkey - junkie That funky Monkey
Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel Put your left leg down - your right leg up Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D. Double R. foots the bill most definitely I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell
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Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice Come on y'all it's time to get nice Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by - she gave me the eye I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it with the Monkey - mixed it in the cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip
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Step up to the bar - put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it We had a case in the place and we went right through it You got a dry Martini - thinking you're cool I'll take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin' Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin' The song and dance keeping you in a trance If you don't buy my record I got my advance I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it We got the bottle - you got the cup Come on everybody let's get ffffff
All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers
Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid
Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out
I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician."
Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined
Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer
Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out
Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi?
I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale
Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B
Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire
Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days."
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out
Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my rhymes On location - touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking - your money I'm taking Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live
(bridge) No sleep 'til -
Another place - another train Another bottle in the brain Another girl - another fight Another drive all night Our manager's crazy - he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus Tour around the world - you rock around the clock Plane to hotel - girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while Four on the floor - Adrock's out the door M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back
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(repeat chorus)
Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. - get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A. They all me Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A. Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Got limos, arena, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes - get out of my way Taxing little girlies form here to L.A. Waking up but I get to sleep Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week
Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya There never was a city kid truer and bluer There's more to me than you'll ever know And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out looking for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on my bib I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling Your body's on time and your mind is appealing Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing She's talking to the kid to the who I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did Me in the corner with a good looking daughter I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet In my apartment I begged her please stop it The gift of gab is the gift that I have And that girl ain't nothing but the blue plate crab Special at Woodman's in Essex Mass Educated no stupid yes And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large With the white sassoons and the looks that kill Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around You be listening to my records' a number one sound Step to the rhythm step step to the ride I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside Tune in tune on to my tune that's live Ladies flock like fish to my line
She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door Break up with your girl it ended in tears Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking She said come on over it was me that she missed I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I got dissed Your old lady left you and you went girls (x3) insane You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak Sucking down pints till I didn't know Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho Cause I announce I like girls that bounce With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce Girls with curls and big long locks And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks Walking high and mighty like she's #1 and *She thinks she's the passionate one*
If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece But If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least What's Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk True Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk And This Is Me, Y'All- I M.C., Y'All My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please And Now I'd Like To Introduce I'll Pass The Mic To D. For A Fist Full Of Truth
The Name Is D., Y'All And I Don't Pay And I Can Rock A Block Party 'Til Your Hair Turns Grey "So, What You Sayin'?" I Explode On Site And Like Jimmy Walker I'm "Dynomite" And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic So Adrock C'mon And Do Anything You Like
I'm The A.D.R.O.C.K. In The Place With The Bass I'm Going All The Way I Can't Stop Y'All Tick Tock Y'All And If You Think That You're Slick You'll Catch A Brick Y'All 'Cause I'm A Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out But For Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch
Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn' So Rock Rock Y'All Tick Tock Y'All To The Beat Y'All C'mon And Rock Y'All
I Give Thanks For Inspiration It Guides My Mind Along The Way A Lot Of People Get Jealous, They're Talking About Me But That's Just 'Cause They Haven't Got A Thing To Say
Everybody's Rapping Like It's A Commercial Actin' Like Life Is A Big Commercial So This Is What I've Got To Say To You All Be True To Yourself And You Will Never Fall And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To
The A So What's Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A. I've Been Coming To Where I Am From The Get Go Find That I Can Groove With The Beat When I Let Go So Put Your Worries On Hold Get Up And Groove With The Rhythm In Your Soul And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To My Brother Adrock C'mon And Shine Like A Light
Yes Yes Y'All And Yes Yes Y'All I'm Always On Time Never The Less Y'All And That's Right Y'All, I Shed Light Y'All I've Got No Time In My Life To Get Uptight Y'All So What You Gonna Say That I Don't Know Already? I'm Like Clyde And I'm Rockin' Steady But Time Flies When You're Having Fun So Mike D C'mon And Get Some
M.I.K.E. To The D. You Come And See Me And You Pay A Fee Do What I Do Professionally To Tell The Truth I Am Exactly What I Want To Be Now Ad-Rock And M.C.A. Let's Rock This Joint In The Old School Way
Well I'm On 'Til The Crack Of Dawn Mowing Down M.C.'s Like I'm Mowing A Lawn I Go Off Like Nothing Can Phase Me You Think We'll Ever Meet Stevie? One Of These Days, D. But I Can Stand My Ground And I Am Down To Wax An M.C. Who Acts Like A Clown But For Now, I'd Like To Ask You How You Like The Feel Of The Bass In Your Face In The Crowd
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are
We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must
I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet
Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can
Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off
From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five
Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West
I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests
Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust
Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound
(Chorus)
Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On
Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic In the right car at the right price in mint condition they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night so like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat oowah oowah is my disco call MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines I bust rhymes I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose I'm on time and that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point that's the joint Mike D with your bad self running things What's up with your bad breath onion rings I'm Nike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' with Pig Pen down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz Hurricane you got clout Other DJ's he'll take your head out A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme Or do my thing I'm In a lava lamp inside the brain hotel I might be peakin' or freakin' I'm known to rock well The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols I got the peg leg at the end of my stump Shake your rump
Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest Yeah we've got beef chief We're knocking out teeth chief And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip no skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope a dope dookies all around the neck *Whoo ha yo garcon the cheque* Running from the law the press and the parents *Is your name Michael Diamond?* No mine's Clarence From downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump Shake your rump
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile
Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic
Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary
Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic
From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it
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
Body movin' body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin'
Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc Let your spine unwind just take a risk I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn Tell me party people is that so wrong The ship is docking, inter-lockin' And up-rockin' electro-shocking We're getting down computer action Do the robotic satisfaction All of y'all get off the wall Have a ball and get involved with
Body movin' body movin' With the A-1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin?
Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin' bodies in motion cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music drivin you insane You can't explain to people this type of mind frame Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap I'm fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin' not perfection Let me get some action from the back section
Body movin' body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin'
Mike D with the master plan Ooh, my, my, and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream, 'Ooh, goddamn' The creme de la creme is who I am MCA where have you been Packed like sardines in the tin So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins 'Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim Adrock light up the place And if you pull my card you pull the ace And if you ask me turn up the bass And if you play defender I could be your hyper space
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
I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here Because Your Crystal Bal Ain't So Crystal Clear So While You Sit Backand Wonder Why I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side Oh My, It's A Mirage I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage
So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin' You'll Shut Me Dow With A Push Of Your Button? But I'm Out And I'm Gone I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On
'Cause What You See You Might Not Get And We Can Bet So Don't You Get Souped Yet You're Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage I'm Trying To Tell You Now It's Sabotage Why; Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage
I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It But I'm Gonna Set It Straight This Watergate I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My Face But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle What Could It Be, It's A Miracle You're Scheming On A Thing; That's Sabotage
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party
You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)
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Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!