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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Fresh Dressed, 'cause I shop at Modell's
Deep in Brooklyn, I ride the L Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Murrow out on Avenue L. Well, we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks With the diamond stylus yo, we cutting wax We're the super elastic bubble plastic Got ethereal material that's straight up classic You try to vex reject but you should respect Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx So don't start to flex up in the discotheque Or we'll make you extinct like a tyranosaurus rex We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads, Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Como esta? Ho fato molte telefonate I said OOPS! Gotcha, clutch like Piazza Sneak between the sheets, so hide the matzoh Holla back challah bread...next We are the crew that put the crew in cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D, the one who put the satin in your panties Time to count MC's in this place to be Not 5 not 4 not 2 just 3 We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? Roundhouse kick the mic out your hand Drunken Mantis, my name brand So if you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam Ginip Ginop, I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop So pack up your bags and your mic and don't wait E.T. phone home, now get the fuck out my face You know we shake 'em, bake 'em, then we take 'em Treat MC's like leaves, go out and rake 'em Sell our CD's on Canal before we make 'em But to serve you on a platter like steak-ummm We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Jeb.. get away from the bar-b-que man Don... get the hell away from that thing Don's, give me a kiss Won't you come and give me a kiss |
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from Beastie Boys - Alive [single] (2000)
I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now.
Never. It's all been leading up to this moment. All right now, right here. My whole life, right here.... We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez (I have some goodie goods for you to eat) The party people scream Oui, oui c'est vrai! (Yes yes, it's true) 'Cause I got a remote for my B-Day Hey I'm A-D-R-O-C-K I use a microphone like Picasso* used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I'll give it my best and say Come what may 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pel?Gettin' old, like Ali Boomba Yay* So fed up with my Caesar toupee It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray D-D-Dive* So-Socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright Created a monster with these rhymes I write Don't say mine are wack, please say goodnight Now here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people gotta bite But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice Readin' in the news, 'cause I'm Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam use tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So I keep my mind still, like the still of night Now who in the world do you want to fight It's against the system we should unite Homophobics say Alright... If you learn to love then you might love life (chorus) Bringin' back that old New York rap.... Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks* To afford the poor decide to react Come on party people, share up your stacks Now, I'm a' break it down to the brass tacks* Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch I'd like to have a say on the income tax Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts No money for health care, so what's the catch? The man got you locked with no keys to the latch Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack* (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Alive [single] (2000)
I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now.
Never. It's all been leading up to this moment. All right now, right here. My whole life, right here.... We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez (I have some goodie goods for you to eat) The party people scream Oui, oui c'est vrai! (Yes yes, it's true) 'Cause I got a remote for my B-Day Hey I'm A-D-R-O-C-K I use a microphone like Picasso* used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I'll give it my best and say Come what may 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pel?Gettin' old, like Ali Boomba Yay* So fed up with my Caesar toupee It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray D-D-Dive* So-Socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright Created a monster with these rhymes I write Don't say mine are wack, please say goodnight Now here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people gotta bite But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice Readin' in the news, 'cause I'm Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam use tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So I keep my mind still, like the still of night Now who in the world do you want to fight It's against the system we should unite Homophobics say Alright... If you learn to love then you might love life (chorus) Bringin' back that old New York rap.... Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks* To afford the poor decide to react Come on party people, share up your stacks Now, I'm a' break it down to the brass tacks* Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch I'd like to have a say on the income tax Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts No money for health care, so what's the catch? The man got you locked with no keys to the latch Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack* (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen
Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre Nice up the sound for the A to D I'm a Wonderama snake can winner Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner I'm the one that one that dance contest 'Cause you know I dance the best All you gotta do is do your thing you see 'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be My name is Adrock and I aim to please And I gotta spread love in society We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form What you saw what you heard I get involved I might disturb And if you want what's going down You might just get that silky sound So what'cha want? So what'cha need? I've got the fonts you want to read Get in the game you gotta scheme All the same I've got the team More new wave not OG Walking down the block you say "Yo D! When you coming out with the new CD That spreads love in society?" We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form Goto goto goto goto Don't mess with crack or the baking soda Whether in the high rise where you live like Rhoda Or in the shack and you live like Yoda Once again it's on like a brand new morn Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm All you spazzes and you freaks Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique If it don't hurt nobody else than Don't be afraid to be yourself and Special dedication and so on to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Because I Grab The Microphone And I Pick It Up
And Then I Fuck It Up And Then I Turn It In And Then I Turn It Out, Got The Body Rockin' Sound And Then You Know I'm Gonna Get Down And Eat A Scooby Snack And Take Disco Nap Because I'm Shopping At Sears, 'Cause I Don't Buy At The Gap Sending This One Out To All The Funky Inspirations Pretty Purdie On The Drums With The Beat Relations Well, I'm Working On Rhymes, They're Coming Line By Line Trying To Put What I Feel Into Word And Rhymes I've Got A Feeling Coming On, I've Got To Make Some Shit A Little Something Stupid, For The Twisted And Sick Because I Drive Like A Maniac On The Streets And I Don't Give Fuck 'Cause I've Got The Beats Got My Nuts Swingin' From Left To Right And Right To Left And I'm Death Defying (Chorus) I Spin My Fortune On A Wheel Like Sajak Here's The Payback Keep Going Strong Like Since The Way Back I Try To Be Myself But I Lose Track 'Cause The Shit Gets Complicated Now I've Got To Get Back As We Learn To Breed Love For One Another In These Times Of Melding Cultures I Give Respect For What's Been Borrowed And Lent I Know This Music Comes Down From African Descent Because I Don't Need A Magic Potion Let Me Talk About Back Field In Motion My Girls Got Cheeks For Weeks And I'm Happy You Know I'm A Sneak Like My Old Grand Pappy I Gotta Give Thanks To My Man Archie Sheep For Staying True To Inspiration And I Don't Half Step So I Kick Out The Jams And Tell You Who I Am And I Talk To The People Like Les Mccann (Chorus) I Ask God For A Rhyme Or Two A Little Something For The Wise As Well As The Fool A Little Something To Affect A Little Taste Of Change For The Together And The Strong As Well As the Dearanged I'll Do You Right Like Bobby Knight And Then I'm Rapping On The Mic To The Broadway Light Stomp My Hands, I Clap My Feet And I'm Bugging Off Yusef Lateef I Got A Match To My Ass And I'm A Keep It Lit I Need To Get Some Cash, Call My Accountant Britt I'm Rushing Around Town Taking Care Of My Functions Always Got One More Thing So Forget About Function We Create This World And The Problems Go On Create Our Lives And The Things That Gor Wrong So To The Deaf, The Blind, Look Around And Listen To What It Is You Want And For What You're Wishing (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - An Open Letter To Nyc [single] (2004)
Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2004)
Grabbed the beat
Looped it up Saw my check Scooped it up Rock ignition Got to listen Change position Start transmission Point the camera Click the frame Use a high ASA I Like the grain Flip the script Start to trip Grabbed my hip Did the dip Rent a car Go upstate Hit the waterfall Jump in a lake Step in the place Move the crowd Cut the snake Walked right out Another day slips by Got to fix the mind I've got the mind maligned With I mean mine Got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track Take the 1 train Ride the Double L Go to Brooklyn Rock well Jump the gun Call your bluff Break the mold A diamond in the rough Ran the floor Grabbed a rock Spot it up Shot the shot Go pet Sam Said, "get off me" Check the machine "Adam this is Coffee" Brace myself Trace myself Pace myself Lace myself Check the mirror Start to melt Jump back Kiss myself Another day slips by I've got to fix my mind Because the mind's maligned With I mean mine I've got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self centered thing is keeping me off track Hug my Los Brush her teeth Read her books Put her to sleep Pack her lunch Drop her at school Head to the studio Turn on the Pro-tools Apple C Apple V Drop the beat Hit delete Hit record Smorgasbord Draw my sword Jump aboard Grab the phone Call my Dad Shared some love Felt so glad Went and called Freckles Told her I love her Ran home Got ran under the covers Another day slips by Got to fix the mind I've got the mind maligned With I mean mine Got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
The best in men's clothing
Call Paul's Boutique ask for Janice The number is ah (718) 498-1043 That's Paul's Boutique and they're in Brooklyn |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
B-boys makin' with the freak, freak
B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Oh yeah, somethin' brand new, for you Yeah, yeah, puttin' songs together Ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee Now let me introduce myself on this cut I'm Ad Rock I'm lit, like a motherfuck Well I'm brewin' up rhymes like I was usin' a still I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill This yacht's on the upright, this shit just ain't funny Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money I've got clientele you know I rock well And then you're on my dick because I'm D.F.L. Yeah Mike, cause playin' the bass is my favorite shit Might be a hack on the stand up, but I'm workin' at it I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station Yeah, uh Penn Station up on 8th ave. Listen all a 'yall, you'll get the ball bath He's got the savior faire because he's debonair Mike D with the vinyl and the grooves so rare And the rhymes that we're makin' are doo doo B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Shit, if it's gonna be that kinda party I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes Ah ha ha!!! B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Been makin' with the freak, freak so unique I've been learner from the elders now it's time to speak Ohh (echoing) That shit sounds nice Mike D come on and get it on y'all Talkin' shit about a mile a minute Put the wax on the table, let the DJ spin it Well excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon I'm gonna see the Knicks up at Madison Square Garden Like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo And the rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo You can't sleep cause you're Cindy Loo Hoo Down with the Hurra since the Raisin' Hell Tour Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more Yeah, Cindy what, I didn't catch that last one That shit sounded nice, but bust a fast one Well I'm not known for my speed raps So grab the microphone and cut out the claps Ah yeah, I like that shit it's kinda rough I grab the microphone and fuck it up! Aiy [echoing] Player, I might seem out there Just a little deranged I've gotta cool off, catch me at the drivin' range Well I'm the ladies choice like I was J.J. Evans Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens I'm talkin' PGA Pro Tour 2 Dr. Beeper's on the TV in my golfin' shoes Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot Then you throw me off the greens 'cause I'm strictly hip-hop I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm outti, so check me I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green I've got custom made boots with the spikey things I'm workin' on my drivin' cause I'm goin' pro I've got that funky fly golf gear from head to toe Yeah, B-Boys, makin' with the freak freak, with the freak freak Mario's callin' Nonny 'bout the pesto pizza And then he's on a mission and he's checkin' for Peacha B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak |
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from Beastie Boys - Alive [single] (2000)
Well they were all impressed with your Halston dress
Yes people that you knew at Elaine's Well the story of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained Well you had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to turn the party out You had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you Always got the piece of crowd You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night, whoa They were all impressed with your Halston dress And the people that you knew at Elaine's And the stories of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained Well I'm not sure what you said last night No I'm not sure that you want to know Well here's one hint honey You sure did put on a show Well you had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to go and please the crowd You had to be a big shot, didn't you Always turned the party out Had to have the front page, last night Just to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you Had to have the front page, last night Oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh Oh Oh Oh |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
Bobo On The Corner - Beastie Boys
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Bobo On The Corner - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
As I Develop The Awakening Mind I Praise The Buddha As They Shine
I Bow Before You As I Travel My Path To Join Your Ranks, I Make My Full Time Task For The Sake Of All Beings I Seek The Enlighted Mind That I Know I'll Reap Respect To Shantideva And All The Others Who Brought Down The Darma For Sisters And Brothers I Give Thanks For This World As A Place To Learn And For This Human Body That I'm Glad To Have Earned And My Deepest Thanks To All Sentient Beings For Without Them There Would Be No Place To Learn What I'm Seeing There's Nothing Here That's Not Been Said Before But I Put It Down Now So I'll Be Sure To Solidify My Own Views And I'll Be Glad If It Helps Anyone Else Out Too If Others Disrespect Me Or Give Me Flack I'll Stop And Think Before I React Knowing That They're Going Through Insecure Stages I'll Take The Opportunity To Exercise Patience I'll See It As A Chance To Help The Other Person Nip It In The Bud Before It Can Worsen A Change For Me To Be Strong And Sure As I Think On The Buddhas Who Have Come Before As I Praise And Respect The Good They've Done Knowing Only Love Can Conquer In Every Situation We Need Other People In Order To Create The Circumstances For The Learning That We're Here To Generate Situations That Bring Up Our Deepest Fears So We Can Work To Release Them Until They're Cleared Therefore, It Only Makes Sense To Thank Our Enemies Despite Their Intent The Bodhisattva Path Is One Of Power And Strength A Strength From Within To Go The Length Seeing Others Are As Important As Myself I Strive For A Happiness Of Mental Wealth With The Interconnectedness That We Share As One Every Action That We Take Affects Everyone So In Deciding For What A Situation Calls There Is A Path For The Good For All I Try To Make My Every Action For That Highest Good With The Altruistic Wish To Achive Buddhahood So I Pledge Here Before Everyone Who's Listening To Try To Make My Every Action For The Good Of All Beings For The Rest Of My Lifetimes And Even Beyond I Vow To Do My Best To Do No Harm And In Times Of Doubt I Can Think On The Dharma And The Enlightened Ones Who've Graduated Samsara |
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from Beastie Boys - Body Movin'' (Shawn J. Period & Wizdom Life Remix) [single] (2004)
Body movin' body movin'
A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc Let your spine unwind just take a risk I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn Tell me party people is that so wrong The ship is docking, inter-lockin' And up-rockin' electro-shocking We're getting down computer action Do the robotic satisfaction All of y'all get off the wall Have a ball and get involved with Body movin' body movin' With the A-1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin? Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin' bodies in motion cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music drivin you insane You can't explain to people this type of mind frame Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap I'm fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin' not perfection Let me get some action from the back section Body movin' body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Mike D with the master plan Ooh, my, my, and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream, 'Ooh, goddamn' The creme de la creme is who I am MCA where have you been Packed like sardines in the tin So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins 'Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim Adrock light up the place And if you pull my card you pull the ace And if you ask me turn up the bass And if you play defender I could be your hyper space Body movin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Yea..
Ahh Yea... Ahh Yea This One's Deticated To All The Ladies In The Front , The Back All the Older Ladies Out There Lookin' Nice, You Know Who You Are Whoo... I Need You, Boomin' Granny I Said I Want You, Boomin' Granny Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny Boomin' Granny, Good And Planty Well It Might Sound Odd, It Might Sound Corny But Here's Some Sex Rhymes For Those That Are Horny For Your Boomin' Granny With The Boomin' System Said I Love Ya Won't Leave Ya So You Got To Listen See I'm Talkin' About The Way That I'm Feeling You're So Lovely Lengthy And So Appealing A Sassy Sophisicated Sexy Lady Well I'm 26 And You're 80 The Clock Is Ticking So You Better Not Front We Can Go To (? ?) Or We Could Smoke A Blunt Well You're A Lovely Girl, Just Like B.Arthur Just Turn Down The Lights So We Can Go Farther Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny Boomin' Granny, Good And Plety Because I Saw Ya At The Check Out Line You Dropped Your Coupons And You Were Looking Fine Sophisicated, And So Mature I Couldn't Really Care If You're 50 Or 74 Becaues I Want Ya, And I Need Ya Hey Boomin' Granny You Could Be My Teacher And I Could Be Your Pet, Bet Listen Old Lady I'm Gonna Make Ya Sweat I Know I'm Younger, And Your Much Older You Look So nice On My Chevy Nova I'm gonna Take Her To The Low Ryder Show, And Flaunt Ya I Gotta Tell Ya Lady I Said I Want Ya, Boomin' Granny Because I Need You Boomin' Granny Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny Boomin' Granny, Good And Plety |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2008)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out (Main) (Explicit) [single] (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2008)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The only air time you get is on bloopers Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space So renovate or evacuate You better think twice before you start flossing I been in your bathroom often Taking punk MC's out I'm all about My to do list today is turn the party out Getting hot in here no room to breath I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Adrock So here's a match my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog I'm in your crawl space You're in front of my house and you know that's wack Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack You suckers try to front like you've got the force But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course Don't even get me started on intercourse... A 14! 9 Don't step into my zone or even periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase You tried to take my title now put it back in place But now you're busted wearing panties and lace Steeling my style from my trophy case But my drive's secure like an army base You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me I'm in your crawl space Schematics, blueprints and microfilm Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area Omnipresent and omnipotent My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents This means huge compared to very small You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall? 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof They're like anvils lined up on a roof Waiting to drop on your corny melon 'Cause were not buying what you're selling First you want to battle then you start to whine You're looking hungry, it must be snack time So run home where you feel safe But don't sleep Cochise I'm in your crawl space |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn Now, let me introduce myself, I'm Ad Rock (Rock) No matter what you order from I got it in stock (stock) We doin our thing, well we got it on lock (lock) Gonna pop off the lip with the old non-stop So take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got (got) I'll take a licking, still tick tick tock (tock) Smoked salmon, ate old school lox (lox) A zooted buddha baby and I buy gray socks It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please (please) Stinkin' nasty, like the head cheese (cheese) Cat scans, honorary degrees Rhymes fresh pressed like eighty-three Lees You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on Well that's all I got, except I just got ( ?? ) Touchin' all my nails when my feets in the cab (cab) I am {?} but her past is bad (bad) All you perfect bums that are into crabs (crabs) Come take a shower and wash that ass Rock non-stop in the New York City (City) Got the heat on the mic lookin so damn pretty (pretty) Sittin' by me well it must feel shitty (shitty) The real thing to say, here it goes, tough titty I got my rhymes in the picture and it's time to floor (floor) I'm at the two and I'm screamin four (four) Get into your party as I declare war (war) I'm gonna feed this hunger that smile like a dinosaur You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on You can't stop you've got to keep on On and on, to the break of dawn |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dedication - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Like The Black Birds I'm A Do It Fluid
Building Rhymes Like Buildings, Like A Stonehenge Druid Step Up And Get Enlightened, Educating My Mind I Play The Tape Forward, It's Not Time To Rewind Step Inside The Mother Fucker And I Get My Flow On Season's Change When It Comes Their Time Falls Brings The Winter And On Back To Springtime Well, It's The King Ad Rock And That's Who I Am Listen All Of Y'all I'm Not The Son Of Sam 'Cause I'm Thin And I Don't Grin And I'm Not A Grinner But Check It Out People 'cause I Love To Go And Swim Caught Up On The Phone Fiber Optic Distraction Information Super Highway Got The Brain Contraction I'm The Kung Fu Master Vs. The Sumo Wrestler Got The Beats In Manhatten You Can Hear In Westchester Well, My Mother Was Born Out In Coney Island Raised On The L.E.S. Manhatten Island My Dad Camo Out From Detroit And They Had Me And Back On Through Ellis Island Goes Through The Family Tree Well, I'm A Six Point Seven On The Richter Scale I've Got Rhymes Gallot And Then I Never Fail Like Gravy On Potatos, Luke To Darth Vader I'm A Souped Up Sucker And I'll See You All Later (Chorus) You See Me Coming Down The Block With The Funky cuts You Say Mike D. And I Say Mic These Nuts I've Got Attractions Like I'm Elvis Costello Adam Yauch Grab The Mic 'Cause You Know You're My Mellow Well When I Get It Into The Zone I'm Gonna Take My Mind To A Place Where It's All One My Shit Is On And The Rhyme Style's Kicking My Brain Is Flowing Honest Like Abe Lincoln 'Cause I'm The Fuckin' Rythm Ace With The Rhyme Selection Listen All Y'all I Rap With Perfection Because I Got The Mother Fuckin' Old School Flavor That You Savor So Watch Your Behavior Talking Other Dimensions, Levels Higher Why Did Billy Joel Say "We Didn't Start The Fire" Take You To Another Realm, Another Level I've Got The Funky Rhymes But I'm Not The Funky Devil I Step From Minute To Minute, Lifetime To Lifetime Step From Stage To Stage To See It All Unwind Slowly But Surely I Seek To Find My Mind And Every Wall That I Face Is Ow My Own Desig Glendale Boulevard Boulevard Glendale Boulevard Is Where I'm At It's Where I'm At, Where I Live Check It Out Because My Head Is Like A Siv And We Turn It Out (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
It's hot here gotta say it's so
I got you right where I want Got an honest face so you turn your back When in doubt run up your attack At one time you were slick and your grill was cold And now funny how the shit gets old You can run, you can run but it will catch up Like now see me, I'll show you up Now you wanna get back when you had your shine But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme Can't stop won't stop no compromise It's a house of cards built out of lies Coming down like a bird floating on the mist Turn on the track back track and twist You work hard to climb the list Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) You're caught now by the skin you're in In a bind now your thoughts go to all your sins Hits much harder back better count on that I tell you what we know always holds us back Now you mutter and you stutter and you putter don't stop I got in your heart and I shook you up In a bind now you're caught by the fear setting in Choked on the thought that you don't it again Keep the competition in check You draft your plans at your drafting desk You try to play to win but now you lost Like clams with no tartar sauce Wcheming in the attic, thought you had it So dramatic I got the stats mathematics, automatic-systematic She's super bad now, whatcha watcha want now? I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger, danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win Don't play no game that I can't win |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
It's like that y'all and you don't quit (x4)
Like Frankenstein or Count Dracula I grab the mic and then I f**k it up I never settle for less and that's a fact I'm lettin' you know we not the wack wack We're nice and all that (c'mon) and I'm a keep goin' (yup) Bound to make money off the shit that I'm growing Like that y'all and you don't quit Keep it on y'all rock the sure shit I put the pen to the paper and I went off I'm dropping knowledge and wisdom like a mad head dog Step into the function 'cause I'm representing Lyrics on the brain and they sit fermenting I try to go and learn the give and the go Free up my mind let loose with the lyric flow Trying to get frank get back, get back, right Trying to stay positive and feeling allright It's like that y'all and ya don't quit So pass the pen and then pass the pad Like DJ Run there was nothin' ever like (??) The sex rhyme kid is back in the panic Gonna drop the ball on my damn mechanic F**kin' up my Nova, (naw) f**kin' up my life, (shit) F**kin' with my world, cause he's f**kin' with the pipe (aw damn) Like the saying goes, you gotta call and duke it off Ask Juanito, he'll tell you all about it Gettin' rhymed in the mind, two hits in a car Put my pager on private, jerk myself off, Weight on my shoulders and now I'm stressin' Gotta get back and count my blessings Stuck on my cellular, I can't get off This ride is in motion and I can't get let off Get my penis stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated Realized I was trying to get my brain notated It's like that y'all and ya don't quit (x4) |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
"Agh,
Sad crew, sad crew Hey ya'll you see what they did to me There was two of these motherfuckers up here I done took a picture with one already You know what I sayin' one was mine So, where that Mike at Where that little bastard at that little bastard that took that other one Where you at, come her man come here man come here... I got seven motherfucking minutes so you gotta make this quick See home-piss right here... This is my man right here, word up What you sham me for what's wrong Nutin' man You alright High You high Alright fuck it them I'm gonna goin you with one in five minutes alright" "Enough talk, let's start fighting" "What kind of nobility is that huh If you wanna find out, try me, Haaa" "I know.. "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" Aaaagh yeaa... Let me pass it to my man mudfoot Hey how you feel mudfoot I'm gonna' lay some funky beats on you right now Yea you can't front on that That funky, am I right MCA Aghhh.... ha ha ha.... Ha ha ha ha ha haa |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Let's
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing Onions I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand 'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch, Let's Tear It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff "I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough" |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Let's
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing Onions I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand 'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch, Let's Tear It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff "I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough" |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax
Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up 'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash And You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making Cash I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K. Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The Soul Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In My Grape Ape I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It And So The Story Goes On And On Down In S.D. 50 'till Early Morning |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax
Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up 'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash And You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making Cash I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K. Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The Soul Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In My Grape Ape I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It And So The Story Goes On And On Down In S.D. 50 'till Early Morning |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Funky Boss Get Off My Back
Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Funky Boss Get Off My Back
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Put this on a zip disc, send it to your lawyer,
Tell him to file me under funky Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner Sometimes i get paid thai as a starter My other order pad see yew is much darker Ad Horovitz, I take a shvitz I'm known for my glamour and my glitz check it As I bust I really must encrust This microphone rust with diamond fairy dust I don't wear crocs and I don't wear sandals The pump dont't work 'cause the vandals took the handle Stop singing that song in the wrong key What you looking at? Funky Donkey Funky Donkey I go wooooo like a fire engine Flashing lights to get your attention So stop sweating me about the weather Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk Well I was swimming in the water of the ocean Like Dr. Jekyll with the magic potion We're brad new, never ever the same "What's that what's that what's the name?" Funky Donkey Funky Donkey Funky Donkey |
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"When two are served, you may begin to eat."
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"When two are served, you may begin to eat."
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
1-2 1-2 Keep It On
Listen To The Shit Because We Kick It Until Dawn Listen To The Abstract Got It Going On Listen To The Ladies Come On And Let Me Spawn All Your Eggs Then You You Go Up The River Listen To The Abstract That Freaky Nigger I'm Ad Rock And I Shock And I Tick And I Tock And I Can't Stop With The Body Rock See I've Got Heart Like John Starks Hitting Mad Sparks Pass Me The Mic And I'll Be Rocking The Whole Park I'm The M To The C To The A And It's A Must The Rhymes That We Bust On The Topic On Lust And My Moms Is Not Butt, But Fuck It Let Me Get Down To The Rhythm Yes I'm Getting Funky And I'm Shooting All My Jism Like John Holmes, The X-rated Nigger Listen To The Shit 'Cause I'm The Ill Figure Nobody's Getting Any Bigger Than This Ad Rock Down With The Ione Listen To The Shit Because Both Of Them Is Boney Got To Do It Like This Like Chachi And Joanie Because She's The Cheese And I'm The Macaroni So Why All The Fight And Why All The Fuss Becasue I Ain't Got No Dust Yea, You Know I'm Getting Silly I've Got A Grandma Hazel And A Grandma Tilly Grand Royalprez And I'm Also A Member Born On The Cusp In The Month Of November I Do The Patty Duke In Case You Don't Remember Well, I Freak A Funky Beat Like The Shit Was In A Blender Well, I'm Long Gone Word Is Born Don't Need A Mother Fucking Fool Telling Me Right From Wrong I Don't Think I'm Slick Nor Do I Play Like I'm Hard But I Shall Drive The Lane Like I Was Evan Bernhard And I've Working On My Game Because Life Is Taxing Got To Get It Together And See What's Happening I Go One Two Like My Name Was Biz Mark But I Had To Do The Shit Just Let Me Embark On The Lyric And The Noun And The Verb Let's Kick The Shit Off 'Cause Yo, I'm Not The Herb Well, It's Not The Herb But The Spice With The Flavor To Spare Tho Moog With The Funk For Your Derriere While We're On That Topic, Yes I Like To Mention When It Comes To Boning I'm Representing Spacing, Zoning, Talkin' On The Phone And My Brain Is Roaming And I Don't Know Where It's Going Talking Lots Of Shit A Little Tweaking On The Weekend I've Got To Get Him By The Reigns Because I Know That I'm Freaking Well, I'm A Funky Skull And I'm A Scorpio And When I Get My Flow I'm Dr On The Go So Q-tip, What You On The Mic For Because I Had To Talk About The Times That I Rhyme And When M.C.S Come In My Face, I'm Like Mace Because I Back Them Off With The Quills Nigger 'Cause I Tell You, Nigger 'Cause I'll Keep You Under Prills Resting On Nine One One Sixteenth Ave Off The Farmes Boulevard I'm From Manhattan M.C.A.'s From Brooklyn Yea, M.C.A., Your Shit Be Cooking Praying Mantis On The Court And I Can't Be Beat So, Yo Tip, What's Up With The Boot On Your Feet I've Got The Timbos On The Toes And This Is How It Goes Oh One Two, Oh My God One Two, Oh My God, I've Got Some Shit I've Got The Kung Fu Grip Behind My Green Trap Kit Never Ever Ever Smoking Crack Never Ever Ever Fucking Wack I Eat The Fuckin' Pineapple Now & Laters Listen To Me Now, Don't Listen To Me Later Fuck It 'Cause I Know I Didn't Make It Fuckin' Rhyme For Real But, Yo Technically I'm As Hard As Steel Gonna Get It Together, Watch It, Gonna Get It Together Ma Bell I'm Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What's Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What'd You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It's So Free This Kind Of Feeling It's Like Life It's So Appealing When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think That The World Owes You What's Gonna Set You Free Look Inside And You'll See When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What's Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What'd You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It's So Free This Kind Of Feeling It's Like Life It's So Appealing When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think That The World Owes You What's Gonna Set You Free Look Inside And You'll See When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What's Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What'd You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It's So Free This Kind Of Feeling It's Like Life It's So Appealing When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think That The World Owes You What's Gonna Set You Free Look Inside And You'll See When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Some Ball
Walking Down The Stairs And Then He Starts To Fall Add On Two Joints And Then He Starts To Sweat Two Hundred Seventy Five Pounds That You Can't Forget Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Spend All Your Money On Your Health Insurance Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Keep On Getting Bigger Because You Know That You Can Why Do You Force Yourself On Top Of That Girl Laugh With All Your Buddies Because It's A Man's Man's World Someday That Shit Will Come Back To You You've Been Throwing Your Weight Around And Your Shit Is Through Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Going Nowhere, Got No Master Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Heart Attack (Mosh Part) Weighs In At Two Seventy Five My Man Is Lucky To Be Alive Smokin' And Drinkin' Too The Heart Attack Man Is Gonna Be Running Over You Got No God Damn Respect Had To Put The Big Big Bitch In Check Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Lungs Full Of Tar And A Stomach Full Of Spam Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Time To Change Your Ways Heart Attack Man |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Some Ball
Walking Down The Stairs And Then He Starts To Fall Add On Two Joints And Then He Starts To Sweat Two Hundred Seventy Five Pounds That You Can't Forget Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Spend All Your Money On Your Health Insurance Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Keep On Getting Bigger Because You Know That You Can Why Do You Force Yourself On Top Of That Girl Laugh With All Your Buddies Because It's A Man's Man's World Someday That Shit Will Come Back To You You've Been Throwing Your Weight Around And Your Shit Is Through Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Going Nowhere, Got No Master Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Heart Attack (Mosh Part) Weighs In At Two Seventy Five My Man Is Lucky To Be Alive Smokin' And Drinkin' Too The Heart Attack Man Is Gonna Be Running Over You Got No God Damn Respect Had To Put The Big Big Bitch In Check Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Lungs Full Of Tar And A Stomach Full Of Spam Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Time To Change Your Ways Heart Attack Man |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Yes, yes, yes
Ill out the gate, I set it off I suppose you're exposed, so get lost You break off, cut all connections Join the sucker emcee witness protection Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-MIKE D! Slip off my lows in the place to be Always on time so I never botch The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch Now here's a little somethin for ya I'ma grab a little and store yah Do some balancin' for ya And if you feelin' chilly I'ma get you a shawl Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D Don't really get in the press like Z 'Cause I speak my conscience and speak my mind Don't trip and flip and then I stop to find Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back Laugh and crack guns while squads smokin' crack The odds are stacked for those who lack Been a lucky motherfucker when it comes to that I slow roast, I'm steady tappin' Oh yes, I guess I'm the toast of Manhattan In Miami, I'm sleazy with John Salley Shout to Andre, Lee on Tally Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya This shit is crazy This shit is cra-zyyyy! (DING) Dr. Karl to proceed, a/k/a Jewish Dr. Bombay is the ladies choice Step on stage so we smoke and dry moist Every time I bring it twoice as noice Now he's a breddern, take an Excedrin Aldermen check your rhymers Tippy Hedrin I'm undefined, I'm gettin much finer Steady loungin in my La-Z-Boy recliner Bruisin' and jabbin', amped up on coffee Like kids goin wild at the sight of Mr. Softee I smash around the corner (GASP) and sneakin up When you're breathin down your neck (GASP) just keepin up Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) 'Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet Get ready, get set (get set, get set) Place your bet (your bet, your bet) What you get (you get, you get) Here's a little somethin for ya |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Please Clear The Ice For The Zamboni
Thank You Couples Only For The Next Five Minutes Please And A Special Round Of Applauds For Our Zamboni Driver Mario Caldato Thank You (Burp) Thank You Honky Rink We Have Coupons Avaiable For A Special For Childen Only From 4 To 6 On Thursday The 22nd Thank You We're Having A Sale On New Blades At The Skate Shop Thank You Honky Rink White People Only For The Next Five Minutes Please Booo Booo Thank You Around Around Around Around Around... |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic [single] (1999)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic [single] (1999)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic [single] (1999)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic (Colleone & Webb Remix 2) [single] (2004)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Intergalactic (Sever & Hoffman Remix) [single] (2004)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
People How You Doing There's A New Day Dawning
For The Earth Mother It's A Brand New Morning For Such A Long While There's Been Such A Longing But Now The Sun Is Shining Let's Roll Back The Awning This Is A Type Of Kinda Like A Formal Dedication Giving Out A Shout For Much Inspiration All I Ever Really Want To Do Is Get Nice Get Loose And Goof My Little Slice Of Life Sendin' Out Love To All Corners Of The Land Jump Up On The Stage And Take The Mic In My Hand Not Playin' The Roll Just Being Who I Am And If You Try To Dis Me I Couldn't Give A Damn 'Cause I'm Rockin' Bass From The Back Of My Car Feels Soothing Right Bazookas Is What I'm Using I'm Mike D And It's Been Proven I Love It When I See The Party People Get Movin' Strapped On The Bar Goggles And What Did I See But The Music Brought The People Into Harmony |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
People How You Doing There's A New Day Dawning
For The Earth Mother It's A Brand New Morning For Such A Long While There's Been Such A Longing But Now The Sun Is Shining Let's Roll Back The Awning This Is A Type Of Kinda Like A Formal Dedication Giving Out A Shout For Much Inspiration All I Ever Really Want To Do Is Get Nice Get Loose And Goof My Little Slice Of Life Sendin' Out Love To All Corners Of The Land Jump Up On The Stage And Take The Mic In My Hand Not Playin' The Roll Just Being Who I Am And If You Try To Dis Me I Couldn't Give A Damn 'Cause I'm Rockin' Bass From The Back Of My Car Feels Soothing Right Bazookas Is What I'm Using I'm Mike D And It's Been Proven I Love It When I See The Party People Get Movin' Strapped On The Bar Goggles And What Did I See But The Music Brought The People Into Harmony |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
People How You Doing There's A New Day Dawning
For The Earth Mother It's A Brand New Morning For Such A Long While There's Been Such A Longing But Now The Sun Is Shining Let's Roll Back The Awning This Is A Type Of Kinda Like A Formal Dedication Giving Out A Shout For Much Inspiration All I Ever Really Want To Do Is Get Nice Get Loose And Goof My Little Slice Of Life Sendin' Out Love To All Corners Of The Land Jump Up On The Stage And Take The Mic In My Hand Not Playin' The Roll Just Being Who I Am And If You Try To Dis Me I Couldn't Give A Damn 'Cause I'm Rockin' Bass From The Back Of My Car Feels Soothing Right Bazookas Is What I'm Using I'm Mike D And It's Been Proven I Love It When I See The Party People Get Movin' Strapped On The Bar Goggles And What Did I See But The Music Brought The People Into Harmony |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Doing it big
I'm the lyrical mathematical genius Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this Internationally known, the longest, the leanest Shout out the one Jose Nenis I hit'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop Yeah, we got the beat and the beat go drop The ping pong paddle make the batter go pop Now take a look around this spot I'm seeding every detail like an over-cranked camera Sleestacks in the back say "Damn ya!" You say "I can't", and I say "Why can't ya?" Chopping the track in the - in the land of You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you There is a bird in here That's my D.J. not Dr. Brassiere Dropping bombs like a bombardiere Cocao he's a chocolatiere We're giving y'all a little slice of heaven B Boys bringing it back to A7 Deal with the schizm ride on the rhythm Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em I'll stage a coup and usurp your position 'Cause like a mormon, I'm on a mission We're audible-visible, cadence is lyrical Got the mental and physical when the moment is critical You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you Lee Majors come again Like the 16 billion dollar man Ooh watch out, in the back of the bus, gonna bust Lee Majors style I said stop watch how I flip Bill Piedmont with the Kung Fu grip Haymaker round house show can't continue At the Roller Rink down in Virginia Oh, did I spill the beans I see your grandpa in apple bottom jeans A Von Dutch cap, Ugg boots to match Once the word gets out you can't take it back I'm a pause tape competition expert winner Just a doggone long armed tall yarn spinner You want to battle? Easy now, star My DJ's so nasty he needs a sneeze guard You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this, you wanna take that Wanna wanna try this, wanna wanna make that You can't abide this, you wanna fake that Take a look around you |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Lighten up, Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now
Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Lighten up, Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now
Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
Lighten up, Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now
Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well
Back to the beat y'all Down with the sound so sweet y'all Just how fresh can you get y'all Those that are blessed say yes y'all 'Cause I'm a come inside and do my thing I'm gonna take off my drawers and let myself swing Tantalize my tummy with a boo boo snack But now I got to get back Gonna break it down to the nitty grit Gonna tell you motherfuckers Why you ain't shit 'Cause suckers like you Just make me strong When you're popping that bullshit all day long I'm gonna bust my shoes I'm gonna bust my socks I'm gonna spread my word >From standing on this box This drive through world it just ain't right Gonna run to Joe and Tony's And get my hair cut nice Well come on y'all and let's work it out I'm trying to get up So don't you get me down Life I love you now give me a pound Up from the frying pan into the fire Look within and try to admire what's going on |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit
Bring it Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2" 'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzazz You're stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics Roll without expectorants, y'all don't see it Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme Burn like fire when I step on the scene I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head I've got tiger's claws that will scratch you dead I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough So step back and check yourself This MC'S got weapons that'll ruin your health So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours My book is my shield and my mic is my sword Now, it's Ad Rock rappin' I'm back again Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and it's wack my friend I'm a mack so relax or end up chillin' I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin' I burn you to a crisp sucker, back up off the toaster I make you sick like a Kenny Rogers Roaster See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocio I check my rearview, emcees ain't gettin closer People think I'm slow, 'cause I'm just not one to challenge See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent." Fly around the clock like disco donut I'm like a tailer 'cause I got the thing sewn up Or a proctologist, I move asses Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants You heard me rap and now watch me dance (Long burn) (Long burn) (Long burn) (Long burn) Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter Like goodness me or empty john We done did it again and our game is still on It's not tic-tac-toe or Operation Just holdin' it down like the gravitation Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue String of nuts like the name is Mike Pizzini Or a fine household name like Sergio Tacini Now that we're here, back and raising hell I'm runnin' wild like rats in the Taco Bell On the mic I sit, the match gets lit Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant Makin music from librarians to curly jocks The rapper Mike D not Goldilocks |
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from Beastie Boys - Make Some Noise [single] (2011)
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Step off my Seco, dressed up tuxedo Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flamethrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I’m getting bolder, competition is waning I got the feeling and assume the lane and We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Armed insurrection, popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I’m like an ornithologist when I get pissed You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted And sifted, I’m just whiffed And when I catch MCs it’s time for wing-clipping I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running and gone 'Cause I’m about the best and if you diss than that’s wrong We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf And you can show it to your friends and say “that’s my old self” Can’t do me nothing, can’t tell me nada Don’t quote me now because I’m doing the lambada The forbidden dance, here’s my chance To make romance in my B-boy stance Parlay romancing into the financing Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson The roaches check in, but they never check out I set the record straight, no doubt We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me |
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from Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Step off my Seco, dressed up tuxedo Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flamethrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I’m getting bolder, competition is waning I got the feeling and assume the lane and We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Armed insurrection, popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I’m like an ornithologist when I get pissed You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted And sifted, I’m just whiffed And when I catch MCs it’s time for wing-clipping I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running and gone 'Cause I’m about the best and if you diss than that’s wrong We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Make some noise if you’re with me Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf And you can show it to your friends and say “that’s my old self” Can’t do me nothing, can’t tell me nada Don’t quote me now because I’m doing the lambada The forbidden dance, here’s my chance To make romance in my B-boy stance Parlay romancing into the financing Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson The roaches check in, but they never check out I set the record straight, no doubt We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gonna party for the motherfucking right to fight Make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me You gotta make some noise if you’re with me |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Mark On The Bus
I Ride On The Bus Into The City Everyday I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island With That Foxy Lady Too But When I Awaken I Must Be Mistaken I'm On Third Avenue Won't You Take Me Away And Take Away Me |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I Ride On The Bus Into The City Everyday
I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island With That Foxy Lady Too But When I Awaken I Must Be Mistaken I'm On Third Avenue Won't You Take Me Away And Take Away Me |
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from Beastie Boys - Sure Shot [single] (1994)
Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your Oakley's, stone wash on Watching MTV and you watch on And #1 on the side and don't touch the back And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack Mullet head, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides and don't touch the back Shiny chrome rims never rusted Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted Never trusted, mullet head You know you took that girl to bed Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah Spike the top because the week-end is here You wanna know what's a mullet? Well, I got a little story to tell About a hair style that's way of life Have you ever seen a mullet wife? Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee 'Cause you don't know about the mullet head Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head Put me on trial, I'm worth your while Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man Got The New York Post, read that story About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world A real lover man, a real Casanova Joey got horny and now he's over Amy got pissed, shot his wife Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life Cut the sides, don't touch the back The back, the back [Incomprehensible] |
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from Clueless (클루리스) by David Kitay [ost] (1995)
Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your Oakley's, stone wash on Watching MTV and you watch on And #1 on the side and don't touch the back And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack Mullet head, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides and don't touch the back Shiny chrome rims never rusted Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted Never trusted, mullet head You know you took that girl to bed Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah Spike the top because the week-end is here You wanna know what's a mullet? Well, I got a little story to tell About a hair style that's way of life Have you ever seen a mullet wife? Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee 'Cause you don't know about the mullet head Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head Put me on trial, I'm worth your while Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man Got The New York Post, read that story About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world A real lover man, a real Casanova Joey got horny and now he's over Amy got pissed, shot his wife Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life Cut the sides, don't touch the back The back, the back [Incomprehensible] |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your Oakley's, stone wash on Watching MTV and you watch on And #1 on the side and don't touch the back And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack Mullet head, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides and don't touch the back Shiny chrome rims never rusted Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted Never trusted, mullet head You know you took that girl to bed Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah Spike the top because the week-end is here You wanna know what's a mullet? Well, I got a little story to tell About a hair style that's way of life Have you ever seen a mullet wife? Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee 'Cause you don't know about the mullet head Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head Put me on trial, I'm worth your while Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man Got The New York Post, read that story About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world A real lover man, a real Casanova Joey got horny and now he's over Amy got pissed, shot his wife Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life Cut the sides, don't touch the back The back, the back [Incomprehensible] |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day
As I feel this reality gently fade away Riding on a thought to see where it's from Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come Smoke paints the air Swirling images through my mind Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting As time slips by Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky And I sit And I think to myself And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb And it seems like it's been so long since he shined But I'm sure it was only yesterday A cold chill of fear cut through me I felt my heart contract To my mind I brought the image of light And I expanded out of it My fear was just a shadow And then I voice spoke in my head And she said dark is not the opposite of light It's the absence of light And I thought to myself She knows what she's talking about And for a moment I know What it was all about |
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