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from Cool - Legends (2009)
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice) |
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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)
I stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W I got lucky I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I schlepped on my mitten Can't get better odds 'cause I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the tool Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Customs jail me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed ??? Not perfect grammar always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds (Out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother) Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side 'Cause you know why a you see H I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many Know alota funky girls who like to do their thing A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit man I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's limp dick Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie 'Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you clock me you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac (My veins are like vines Filled with red wine) Poetry in motion coconut lotion I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Give time for your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out now, and keep peacing out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
I stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W I got lucky I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I schlepped on my mitten Can't get better odds 'cause I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the tool Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Customs jail me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed ??? Not perfect grammar always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds (Out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother) Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side 'Cause you know why a you see H I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many Know alota funky girls who like to do their thing A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit man I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's limp dick Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie 'Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you clock me you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac (My veins are like vines Filled with red wine) Poetry in motion coconut lotion I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Give time for your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out now, and keep peacing out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out |
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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 - 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 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 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 |
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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 - Hello Nasty (2006)
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh my god now take a look at me My life line's run by AT&T They got their wires all up in me Is push and pull the way it's got to be Once again I'm all wrapped up in me and me |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh my god now take a look at me My life line's run by AT&T They got their wires all up in me Is push and pull the way it's got to be Once again I'm all wrapped up in me and me |
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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 - 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 - Ill Communication (2004)
B-boys makin' with the freak freak x 4
Putting Song Together Ain't No Puzzle Like Yahtzee Sending This Out To K-Rob And Rahmalzee Let Me Introduce Myself On This Cut I'm Ad Rock, I'm Lit Like A Motherfuck Well, I'm Brewing Up Rhymes Like I Was Using A Still I've Got An Old School Flow Like Mike McGill 'Cause Yauch's On The Upright, The Shit Just Ain't Funny Got Fat Bass Lines Like Russel Simmons Steals Money Got Clientele, You Know I Rock Well And Then You're On My Dick Because I'm D.F.L Yeah, Mike 'Cause Playing The Bass Is My Favorite Shit I Might Be A Hack On The Stand Up But I'm Working At It I Get My Hair Cut Correct Like Anthony Mason Then I Ride The I.R.T. Right Up To Penn Station Penn Station Up On 8th Ave Listen All Y'all You get The Ball Bath He's Got The "Savoir Faire" Because He's Debonair Mike D With The Vinyl With The Grooves So Rare And The Rhymes That We're Are Doo Doo B-boys makin' with the freak freak x 3 ??? B-boys makin' with the freak freak Been Makin' With The Freak Freak, So Unique Been Learning From The Elders Now It's Time To Speak Oh That Shit Sounds Nice Mike D Come On And Get It On Y'all Talking Shit About A Mile A Minute Put The Wax On The Table And Let The D.J. Spin It Excuse Me Motherfuckers, Can I Beg Your Pardon I'm Gonna See The Knicks At Madison Square Garden And Like The Knicks I Got Game Like I Worked At Hasbro On The Mic I Bug, Like I Was Prince Jazzbo The Rhymes Are Stupid To Make You Go Coo-Coo You Can't Sleep 'Cause You're Little Cindy Loo Hoo Down With The Hurra Since The Raising Hell Tour Just Listen To His Cuts There's No Reason To Tell More Cyndy What I Didn't Catch The Last One That Shit Sounded Kinda 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 Yea, I Like That Shit Is Kind Of Rough I'll Grab The Microphone And Fuck It Up I Might Seem Out There, A Little Deranged I've Got To Cool Off, Catch Me On The Driving Range Well I'm The Ladies' Choise Like I Was J.J. Evans Legalize The Weed And I'll Say Thank Heavens I'm Talking P.G.A. Pro Tour 2 I'm Doctor Beppers In My T.V., In My Golfing Shoes Pass Me An Iron And I'll Bust A Chip Shot Then You Throw Me Off The Green Because 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 Audi - So Check Me I've Got The Timbos On My Toes When I'm Not On The Green I've Got The Costom Made Boots With The Spikey Things I'm Working On My Driving 'Cause I'm Going Pro I've Got The Funky Fly Golf Gear From Head To Toe Yea, The B-Boys Makin' With The Freak Freak Mario's Nagging Nonni's About The Pesto Pizza And Then He's On A Mission And He's Checking For Peacha B-boys makin' with the freak freak x 4 |
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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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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Bobo On The Corner - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
As I Develop The Awakening Mind I Praise The Buddha As They Shine
I Bow Before You As I Travel My Path To Join Your Ranks, I Make My Full Time Task For The Sake Of All Beings I Seek The Enlighted Mind That I Know I'll Reap Respect To Shantideva And All The Others Who Brought Down The Darma For Sisters And Brothers I Give Thanks For This World As A Place To Learn And For This Human Body That I'm Glad To Have Earned And My Deepest Thanks To All Sentient Beings For Without Them There Would Be No Place To Learn What I'm Seeing There's Nothing Here That's Not Been Said Before But I Put It Down Now So I'll Be Sure To Solidify My Own Views And I'll Be Glad If It Helps Anyone Else Out Too If Others Disrespect Me Or Give Me Flack I'll Stop And Think Before I React Knowing That They're Going Through Insecure Stages I'll Take The Opportunity To Exercise Patience I'll See It As A Chance To Help The Other Person Nip It In The Bud Before It Can Worsen A Change For Me To Be Strong And Sure As I Think On The Buddhas Who Have Come Before As I Praise And Respect The Good They've Done Knowing Only Love Can Conquer In Every Situation We Need Other People In Order To Create The Circumstances For The Learning That We're Here To Generate Situations That Bring Up Our Deepest Fears So We Can Work To Release Them Until They're Cleared Therefore, It Only Makes Sense To Thank Our Enemies Despite Their Intent The Bodhisattva Path Is One Of Power And Strength A Strength From Within To Go The Length Seeing Others Are As Important As Myself I Strive For A Happiness Of Mental Wealth With The Interconnectedness That We Share As One Every Action That We Take Affects Everyone So In Deciding For What A Situation Calls There Is A Path For The Good For All I Try To Make My Every Action For That Highest Good With The Altruistic Wish To Achive Buddhahood So I Pledge Here Before Everyone Who's Listening To Try To Make My Every Action For The Good Of All Beings For The Rest Of My Lifetimes And Even Beyond I Vow To Do My Best To Do No Harm And In Times Of Doubt I Can Think On The Dharma And The Enlightened Ones Who've Graduated Samsara |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
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 - Hello Nasty (2006)
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 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 god damn 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 - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel Put your left leg down - your right leg up Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D. Double R. foots the bill most definitely I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell (repeat chorus) Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice Come on y'all it's time to get nice Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by - she gave me the eye I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it with the Monkey - mixed it in the cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip (repeat chorus) Step up to the bar - put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it We had a case in the place and we went right through it You got a dry Martini - thinking you're cool I'll take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin' Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin' The song and dance keeping you in a trance If you don't buy my record I got my advance I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it We got the bottle - you got the cup Come on everybody let's get ffffff (repeat chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear Alex and Marilyn
They're Lovey and Thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And Rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On Hornblower's lederhosen Like Walt Disney he'll be frozen And then the Swiss Hall of Fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin His name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector Clouseau and Derek Flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to Dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Rewind the tape and punch me in Like Chuck D with the where you never been I'm in I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin' Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin MCs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines Yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Some static started in the pool hall
In a motherfucker's face with the cue ball Then I met this girl she tried to gank me So I smacked her in the pocket with M.C. Plank Bee Me and my crew out breaking windows The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those Possession is half the law I had my routines before all y'all Your whole life is coming apart at the seams You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie Right now I wish I had another hash brownie Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass Or Mookie's gonna kick your fuckin' ass You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat See personally I wouldn't want to go out like that I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it I don't buy cheeba I grow it I'm a farmer people always trying to get next to me But I'm down with Jalil Donkey and Ecstasy Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her You can't deny me you always want to try me You're just gonna get your ass kicked Homeboy throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters Sitting in the White House pulling their peters Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin' Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin' Space cake cookies I discover who I am I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning I feel like it is always the beginning Of another rhyme I'm rapping M.C.'ing I rock You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Some static started in the pool hall
In a motherfucker's face with the cue ball Then I met this girl she tried to gank me So I smacked her in the pocket with M.C. Plank Bee Me and my crew out breaking windows The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those Possession is half the law I had my routines before all y'all Your whole life is coming apart at the seams You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie Right now I wish I had another hash brownie Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass Or Mookie's gonna kick your fuckin' ass You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat See personally I wouldn't want to go out like that I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it I don't buy cheeba I grow it I'm a farmer people always trying to get next to me But I'm down with Jalil Donkey and Ecstasy Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her You can't deny me you always want to try me You're just gonna get your ass kicked Homeboy throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters Sitting in the White House pulling their peters Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin' Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin' Space cake cookies I discover who I am I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning I feel like it is always the beginning Of another rhyme I'm rapping M.C.'ing I rock You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped |
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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 - 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 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 |
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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 - 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 - Paul's Boutique (1989)
I looked out the window and seen his bald head
I ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair Launched that shot and he was caught out there Saw the convertible driving by Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly He went for his to find he didn't have one Put him in check correct with my egg gun The egg a symbol of life Go inside your house and bust out your wife Pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke The trigger I pulled his face the yoke Reached in his pocket took all his cash Left my man standing with an egg moustache Suckers they come a dime a dozen And when I say dozen you know what I'm talking about Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg He was playing the wall and then he broke his leg Tossed it out the window three minutes hot Hit the Rastaman he said bloodclot Which came first the chicken or the egg I egged the chicken then I ate his leg Riding the trains in between cars When I pull out the station you're gonna get yours Drive by eggings plaguing L.A Yo they just got my little cousin ese Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy People laugh it's no joke My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke Now they got me in a cell but I don't care It was then that I caught catching people out there We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back Sam I am down with the program Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam Come Halloween you know I come strapped I throw it at a sucker K-pap You made the mistake you judge a man by his race You go through life with egg on your face You woke up in the morning with a peculiar feeling You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling Families puck rocks the businessman I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand Not like the crack that you put in a pipe But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
I looked out the window and seen his bald head
I ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair Launched that shot and he was caught out there Saw the convertible driving by Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly He went for his to find he didn't have one Put him in check correct with my egg gun The egg a symbol of life Go inside your house and bust out your wife Pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke The trigger I pulled his face the yoke Reached in his pocket took all his cash Left my man standing with an egg moustache Suckers they come a dime a dozen And when I say dozen you know what I'm talking about Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg He was playing the wall and then he broke his leg Tossed it out the window three minutes hot Hit the Rastaman he said bloodclot Which came first the chicken or the egg I egged the chicken then I ate his leg Riding the trains in between cars When I pull out the station you're gonna get yours Drive by eggings plaguing L.A Yo they just got my little cousin ese Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy People laugh it's no joke My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke Now they got me in a cell but I don't care It was then that I caught catching people out there We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back Sam I am down with the program Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam Come Halloween you know I come strapped I throw it at a sucker K-pap You made the mistake you judge a man by his race You go through life with egg on your face You woke up in the morning with a peculiar feeling You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling Families puck rocks the businessman I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand Not like the crack that you put in a pipe But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes Can I get a witness to testify Open your eyes realize electrify So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed A set back ain't all that much problem to invade So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes realize electrify |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes Can I get a witness to testify Open your eyes realize electrify So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed A set back ain't all that much problem to invade So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes realize electrify |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice) |
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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 - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall, I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad, it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live Never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live Never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvy and King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the words ain't mine I just pass 'em along For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes And more crimes are committed as I say these lines |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the Chorus And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back'cause that's the way I've got to live So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Gravy and King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the words ain't mine I just pass em along For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes And more crimes are committed as I say these lines |
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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 - 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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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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