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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 - 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 - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Girls - all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls Cause in the evening it's girls I like the way that they walk And it's chill to hear them talk And I can always make them smile From White Castle to the Nile Back in the day There was this girl around the way She liked by home-piece M.C.A. He said he would not give her play I asked him, "Please?" - he said, "You may." Her pants were tight and that's ok If she would dance - I would D.J. We took a walk down to the bay I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!" I asked her out - she said, "No way!" So I broke North with no delay I heard she moved real far away That was two years ago this May I seen her just the other day Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay Girls - to do the dishes Girls - to clean up my room Girls - to do the laundry Girls - and in the bathroom Girls - that's all I really want is girls Two at a time - I want girls With new wave hairdos - I want girls I ought to whip out my - girls, girls, girls, girls, girls! |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sipping pints of ale out the window sill When I get my fill I'm chilly chill Now I just got home because I'm out on bail What's the time? - it's time to buy ale Peter eater - parking meter all of the time If I run out of ale - it's Thunderbird wine Miller drinking - chicken eating - dress so fly I got friends in high places that are keeping me high Dow with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle (chorus) Hold it now - hit it! M.C. - Adam Yauch in the place to be And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D. I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney For real, not phony - "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A. Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising - I'm never ever losing I'm in my car - I'm going far and dust is what I'm using Around the way is where I'm from And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis (repeat chorus) Hip-hop, body rockin' - doing the do Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from Cheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerk Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're we behind the ears You like men - and we like beer. (repeat chorus) King of the Ave. with the Def female You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale Cooling at the crib watching my TV Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed Pump it up homeboy - just don't stop Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot I take no slack cause I got the knack And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack The King Adrock - that is my name And you're drinking Moet - we got the champagne A quarter dropping - going shopping buying wigs Surgeon general cut professor - D.J. Thigs (repeat chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til - Brooklyn Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my rhymes On location - touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking - your money I'm taking Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live No sleep 'til - Another place - another train Another bottle in the brain Another girl - another fight Another drive all night Our manager's crazy - he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus Tour around the world - you rock around the clock Plane to hotel - girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while Four on the floor - Adrock's out the door M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. - get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A. They all me Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A. Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Got limos, arena, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes - get out of my way Taxing little girlies form here to L.A. Waking up but I get to sleep Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
How here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi" He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, "Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin "Now I got the gun - you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this - I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun And right about now - it's time to have some fun The King Adrock - that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." We rode for six hours the we hit the spot The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot This dude was staring like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?" I said, "I didn't." - but I know he did The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money." Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" - and let two fly Hands went up and people hit the floor He wasted two kids that ran for the door "I'm Mike D. and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player's out - the music stopped His boy had beef - and he got dropped Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold. |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Yes, yes, y'all - you don't stop
You keep it on - and shockin' the place Well I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wild A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Moose I'm schoolin' in the boys' room - coolin' by the locker All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker Punk in the hall - man I should of oughtta hit him Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best While you were at a party - your girlfriend fessed I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious Fly around the world - but it makes me nauseous Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week I got to the party - and I did the freak I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda I'm a Def Manhattan killer - a rhyme driller A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser The turntables - up on the drum riser The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter I know that I'm fly man there's no need to flatter I travel around the globe - it's keeping girlies dizzy My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy y'all You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted Cheaper than a hot do with no mustard You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted I'm from downtown the city of Manhattan I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin' My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do And we got more rhymes than your damn crew Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it Word. |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest [chorus] Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face [repeat chorus] Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Ho ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage [repeat chorus] I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six My pistol is loaded - I shot Betty Crocker Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate [repeat chorus] |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Well this girl came up to me - she says she's new in town
But the crew been said they seen her around I thought they were right but I didn't wanna know The girlie was Def and she wanted to go I think her name is Lucy but they all call Loose I think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce The next think she said, "My place or yours? Let's kick some bass behind closed doors!" We got into the cab - the cab driver said He recognized my girlie from the back of her head He said a little something about tip to base So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place I shouldn't have looked back man I'll always regret it Something's going on and I'll probably never get it She was crying like a baby - stupid dumb It's just too bad that girl's a bum (chorus) She's crafty - she's gets around She's crafty - she's always down She's crafty - she's got a gripe She's crafty - and she's just my type She's crafty I spent my last dollar to by a Sabrett When I seen this girl I could never forget Now I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a while The girl came up to me she said she loved the show Asked her to come home and she couldn't say, "No!" We got the crib - there's Adam and D. We didn't say a word - they just stared at me I said, "I don't know her just met her tonight." And Adrock started hiding everything in sight D. pulled me over said, "Hid your gold, The girl is crafty like ice is cold!" The girl is crafty - she knows all the moves I started playing records - she knew all the grooves He thought she was a thief - and D. was right But I just figured she'd spend the night When I woke up late in the afternoon She had taken all the things from inside his room I found myself sleeping in the middle of the floor She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers The mirror, the TV, the guitar cord My remote control and my old skateboard She robbed us blind - she took all we owned And the boys blamed me for bringing her home (repeat chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
It's never old school - all brand new
So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu Not like a fever - not like a cold The beats are clear - the rhymes are bold So don't see a doctor or see a nurse Just listen to the music - first things first First of all - get off the wall It's time to party so have a ball Because we slowed it on down - so get the hell up Like a volcano I'll erupt We got determination - bass and highs White Castle fries only come in one size What you see is what you get And you ain't seen - nothing yet (repeat chorus) I do not sing - but I make a Def song You could live your whole life - and I hope you live long On the Gong Show we won't get gonged We're the Beastie Boys - not Cheech and Chong Strong as an ox - fresh out the box The crowd is so live - they're coming in flocks And when we go on - the crowd goes off It's all hard rock - there's nothing soft (repeat chorus) We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. makes three And we can do it like this in the place to be When I'm recorded - you'll be rewarded I know my song is Def 'cause you all applauded Not P.C.P. or L.S.D. - just me Mike D. in the place to be This is not free - you must pay a fee Cash on delivery like a C.O.D. (repeat chorus) The beat is slow in order to dance I wanna hear I dos and no I can't First you move your legs - and then your arms It's not fast and nervous - this dance is calm It's truly stable and you ought to be able To dance to the record when it's on the turntable (repeat chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to White Castle and we got thrown out I got my boy Mike D. - I got the King Adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud So I reached in the Miller cooler - grabbed a cool Bud Slow riding, gun hidin' on the go I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow I'm the king of the classroom - coolin' in the back My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack She chased me out of class 0 she was strapped with a ruler Went to the bathroom - rolled myself a wooler With bottle in hand at the microphone stand A. yo homeboy - what you drinkin' man I got money - I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythm - I got rhymes I got the girlies with the Def behinds I got ill - I got busted I got dust and I got dusted I got gold - I got funky I got the new dance - they call the Brass Monkey Because I'm hard hittin' - always biten - cool as hell I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell Sittin' around the house - gettin' high and watchin' tube Eating Colonel's chicken - drinkin' Heineken brew I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster - I'm the king of the Ave. I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have All the fly ladies are making a fuss But I can't pay attention - 'cause I'm on that dust |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic And we're puttin' it on wax It's the new style Four and three and two and one (What up!) And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!) Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't And I got more juice than Picasso got paint Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick I'm not surprised you're on my dick B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D. Ah yeah, that's me I got franks and pork and beans Always bust the new routines I get it - I got it, I know it's good The rhymes I write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my voice is not straining People always biting and I'm sick of complaining So I went into the locker room during classes Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin' (bridge) There it is - kick it!!! Father to many - married to none And in case you're unaware I carry a gun Stepped into the party - the place was over packed Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped I got money in the bank - I can still get high That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed Their father had envy so I shot him in the head If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!) Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been (repeat bridge) You wanna know why - because I'm October 31st - that is my date of birth I got to the party and I did the Smurf Taxing all females from coast to coast And when I get my fill I'm chilly most We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel And then we all switch places when I ring the bell I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west K-I-N-G-A-D whammy All the fly ladies are on my jammy Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...drop Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day Just me, my posse and M.C.A. A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing Twenty-two automatic on my person Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger Some voices got treble - some voices got bass We got the kind of voices that are in your face Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? - it's time to get ill Went outside my house - I went down to the deli I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam - I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? - it's time to get ill |
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from Beastie Boys - 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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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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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)
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
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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 - 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 - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer There's more to me than you'll ever know And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out looking for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on my bib I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling Your body's on time and your mind is appealing Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing She's talking to the kid to the who I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did Hey ladies ! All the ladies in the house The ladies, the ladies Me in the corner with a good looking daughter I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet In my apartment I begged her please stop it The gift of gab is the gift that I have And that girl ain't nothing but the blue plate crab Special at Woodman's in Essex Mass Educated no stupid yes And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large With the white sassoons and the looks that kill Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie 'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around You be listening to my records' a number one sound Step to the rhythm step step to the ride I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside Tune in tune on to my tune that's live Ladies flock like fish to my line Hey ladies ! She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door Break up with your girl it ended in tears Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking She said come on over it was me that she missed I threw that trash can through her window'cause you know I got dissed Your old lady left you and you went girls insane You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak Sucking down pints till I didn't know Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho 'Cause I announce I like girls that bounce With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce Girls with curls and big long locks And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks Walking high and mighty like she's #1 and She thinks she's the passionate one Hey ladies |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer There's more to me than you'll ever know And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out looking for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on my bib I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling Your body's on time and your mind is appealing Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing She's talking to the kid to the who I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did Hey ladies ! All the ladies in the house The ladies, the ladies Me in the corner with a good looking daughter I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet In my apartment I begged her please stop it The gift of gab is the gift that I have And that girl ain't nothing but the blue plate crab Special at Woodman's in Essex Mass Educated no stupid yes And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large With the white sassoons and the looks that kill Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie 'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around You be listening to my records' a number one sound Step to the rhythm step step to the ride I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside Tune in tune on to my tune that's live Ladies flock like fish to my line Hey ladies ! She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door Break up with your girl it ended in tears Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking She said come on over it was me that she missed I threw that trash can through her window'cause you know I got dissed Your old lady left you and you went girls insane You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak Sucking down pints till I didn't know Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho 'Cause I announce I like girls that bounce With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce Girls with curls and big long locks And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks Walking high and mighty like she's #1 and She thinks she's the passionate one Hey ladies |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
They can't catch me never gonna find me
They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter Pulled over to the river to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack A long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display Check the odometer and I was on my way 'Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left my car outside and the engine is still revvin' Time to get busy at 7-Eleven I went inside to make my withdrawal I would've took what he had had had I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice 'Cause I'm a mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade Made my getaway and I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire You've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire Outta the car longhair your goose is cooked Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer My man turned to me and said why are you here? I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing Went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B I had a good feeling easy come easy go I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show And sure enough that nag came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot wired hot wheeled and Suzy is a headbanger |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
They can't catch me never gonna find me
They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter Pulled over to the river to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack A long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display Check the odometer and I was on my way 'Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left my car outside and the engine is still revvin' Time to get busy at 7-Eleven I went inside to make my withdrawal I would've took what he had had had I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice 'Cause I'm a mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade Made my getaway and I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire You've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire Outta the car longhair your goose is cooked Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer My man turned to me and said why are you here? I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing Went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B I had a good feeling easy come easy go I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show And sure enough that nag came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot wired hot wheeled and Suzy is a headbanger |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four 'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Living on borrowed time and borrowed money Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny Hand me down food and hand me down clothes A rockabilly past of which nobody knows Makes his home all over the place He goes to sleep by falling down on his face Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks Johnny Ryall x 4 He drinks where he lies He's covered with flies He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes Go upstate and get your head together Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather Detox at the flop house no booze allowed Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd Memphis is where he's from He lives in the street but he's no bum He's a rockabilly star from the days of old He used to have teeth all filled with gold A platinum voice but only gold records On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny Ryall Who do you think you are Johnny Ryall x 4 Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter He asks for a dollar you know what it's for Bottle after bottle he'll always need more He's no less important than you working class stiffs Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss Paid his dues playing the blues He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army That's right y'all his name is Johnny Johnny Ryall x 4 |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four 'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Living on borrowed time and borrowed money Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny Hand me down food and hand me down clothes A rockabilly past of which nobody knows Makes his home all over the place He goes to sleep by falling down on his face Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks Johnny Ryall x 4 He drinks where he lies He's covered with flies He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes Go upstate and get your head together Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather Detox at the flop house no booze allowed Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd Memphis is where he's from He lives in the street but he's no bum He's a rockabilly star from the days of old He used to have teeth all filled with gold A platinum voice but only gold records On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny Ryall Who do you think you are Johnny Ryall x 4 Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter He asks for a dollar you know what it's for Bottle after bottle he'll always need more He's no less important than you working class stiffs Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss Paid his dues playing the blues He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army That's right y'all his name is Johnny Johnny Ryall x 4 |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout 24 is my age 22 is my gauge I'm writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage Out on a mission a stolen car mission Had a small problem with the transmission 3 on the tree in the middle of the night I have this steak on my head'cause I got into a fist fight Life comes in phases take the good with the bad You bought those coins on the street and you got had It's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it It's gonna get you it's gonna get you It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra violence running through my head Fuzzy navel y'all making me see red Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond I love girlies waxing and milking Got more excuses than my man Dave Scilkin Predetermined destiny is who I am You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am Like Clockwork Orange going off on the town I've got posse bonanza to beat your ass down I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin Looking for a fist to put your face in Get hip don't slip knuckle heads Racism is schism on the serious tip |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout 24 is my age 22 is my gauge I'm writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage Out on a mission a stolen car mission Had a small problem with the transmission 3 on the tree in the middle of the night I have this steak on my head'cause I got into a fist fight Life comes in phases take the good with the bad You bought those coins on the street and you got had It's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it It's gonna get you it's gonna get you It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra violence running through my head Fuzzy navel y'all making me see red Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond I love girlies waxing and milking Got more excuses than my man Dave Scilkin Predetermined destiny is who I am You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am Like Clockwork Orange going off on the town I've got posse bonanza to beat your ass down I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin Looking for a fist to put your face in Get hip don't slip knuckle heads Racism is schism on the serious tip |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Riddle me this brother can you handle it
Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic For those about to rock we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost but now I'm found The music washes over and you're one with the sound Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall I think I'm starting to peak now Al From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO Only 24 hours in a day Only 12 notes a man can play Music for all and not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers If not for my vices my bugged out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you'cause your rhymes are so frantic I mix business with pleasure way too much I mean wine and women and song and such I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks Give to the poor and I always give thanks Got more stories that J.D. Salinger I hold the title and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman Never gonna let them say that I don't love you My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti'cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn Sippin on wine and mackin Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me Being very proud to be an M.C. And the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance They tell us what to do hell no SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Riddle me this brother can you handle it
Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic For those about to rock we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost but now I'm found The music washes over and you're one with the sound Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall I think I'm starting to peak now Al From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO Only 24 hours in a day Only 12 notes a man can play Music for all and not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers If not for my vices my bugged out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you'cause your rhymes are so frantic I mix business with pleasure way too much I mean wine and women and song and such I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks Give to the poor and I always give thanks Got more stories that J.D. Salinger I hold the title and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman Never gonna let them say that I don't love you My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti'cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn Sippin on wine and mackin Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me Being very proud to be an M.C. And the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance They tell us what to do hell no SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat Yea...
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic They'll be staring at the radio stayin' up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg I'm just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat oowah oowah is my disco call MCA "hu-huh" I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose man I'm on time homie... that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point "It's the joint" Mike D yea with your bad self running things What's up with your bad breath onion rings Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz Hurricane you got clout Other DJ's he'll put your head out A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme Or do my thing I'm In a Lava lamp inside my brain hotel I might be freakin' or peakin' but I rock well The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango I got the "peg leg" at the end of my stump-a "Shake your rump-a" A full clout ya'll, a full clout ya'll And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out ya'll A full clout Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest Yeah we've got beef chief We're knocking out teeth chief And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith I'm Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip na skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope a dope dookies all around the neck *Whoohaa Got Them All In Check" Running from the law the press and the parents "Is your name Michael Diamond?" No mine's Clarence From downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump "Shake your rump-a" Agh-oooooo.... |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat Yea...
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic They'll be staring at the radio stayin' up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg I'm just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat oowah oowah is my disco call MCA "hu-huh" I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose man I'm on time homie... that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point "It's the joint" Mike D yea with your bad self running things What's up with your bad breath onion rings Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz Hurricane you got clout Other DJ's he'll put your head out A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme Or do my thing I'm In a Lava lamp inside my brain hotel I might be freakin' or peakin' but I rock well The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango I got the "peg leg" at the end of my stump-a "Shake your rump-a" A full clout ya'll, a full clout ya'll And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out ya'll A full clout Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest Yeah we've got beef chief We're knocking out teeth chief And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith I'm Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip na skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope a dope dookies all around the neck *Whoohaa Got Them All In Check" Running from the law the press and the parents "Is your name Michael Diamond?" No mine's Clarence From downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump "Shake your rump-a" Agh-oooooo.... |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key Now rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables 'Cause I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium the radium E M D squared Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared It's the sounds of science The sounds of science Public service announcement Time and money for girls covered with honey You lie and aspire to be as cunning Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector Went berserk and worked and exploded She woke up in the morning and her face was coated Buddy you study the man on the mic D. do what you like Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration To peep that freak unique penetration I figured out who makes the crack It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets A professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it I smell weak 'cause you keep poppin' it People always asking what's the phenomenon Yo what's up know what's going on No one really knows what I'm talking about Yeah that's right my name's Yauch Ponce De Leon constantly on The fountain of youth not Robotron Peace is a word I've heard before So move and move and move upon the dance floor I'm gonna die gonna die one day 'Cause I'm goin and goin and goin this way Not like a roach or a piece of toast I'm going out first class not going out coach Rock my Adidas never rock Fila I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope What I live I write and that is strictly rope I've got science for any occasion Postulating theorems formulating equations Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy Dropping science like when Galileo dropped his orange |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key Now rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables 'Cause I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium the radium E M D squared Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared It's the sounds of science The sounds of science Public service announcement Time and money for girls covered with honey You lie and aspire to be as cunning Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector Went berserk and worked and exploded She woke up in the morning and her face was coated Buddy you study the man on the mic D. do what you like Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration To peep that freak unique penetration I figured out who makes the crack It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets A professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it I smell weak 'cause you keep poppin' it People always asking what's the phenomenon Yo what's up know what's going on No one really knows what I'm talking about Yeah that's right my name's Yauch Ponce De Leon constantly on The fountain of youth not Robotron Peace is a word I've heard before So move and move and move upon the dance floor I'm gonna die gonna die one day 'Cause I'm goin and goin and goin this way Not like a roach or a piece of toast I'm going out first class not going out coach Rock my Adidas never rock Fila I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope What I live I write and that is strictly rope I've got science for any occasion Postulating theorems formulating equations Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy Dropping science like when Galileo dropped his orange |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls To all the French girls To all the Oriental girls Chinese Japanese To all the Swiss girls To the Italian women To the Upper East Side mobiles To all the Jamaican girls And to the topless dancers Australian and Brazilian To the southern belles To the Puerto Rican girls To the stewardesses flying around the world |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls To all the French girls To all the Oriental girls Chinese Japanese To all the Swiss girls To the Italian women To the Upper East Side mobiles To all the Jamaican girls And to the topless dancers Australian and Brazilian To the southern belles To the Puerto Rican girls To the stewardesses flying around the world |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Soft overripe fresh skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage bag full overflowing now it's leaking Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair So I can climb up and get into your underwear Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera 'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor So get that money out of your ass you whore I brought her upstairs onto the roof I dogged your wife and she is a doofus What comes around Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got Dolemite's house and you have not Look out my window look over the city With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat Why you wanna beat your girl like that Living in the rat race smoking rat weed You reap what you sow when you plant the seed Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto What comes around |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Soft overripe fresh skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage bag full overflowing now it's leaking Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair So I can climb up and get into your underwear Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera 'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor So get that money out of your ass you whore I brought her upstairs onto the roof I dogged your wife and she is a doofus What comes around Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got Dolemite's house and you have not Look out my window look over the city With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat Why you wanna beat your girl like that Living in the rat race smoking rat weed You reap what you sow when you plant the seed Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto What comes around |
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from Beastie Boys - 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 - Check Your Head (1992)
"Agh,
Sad crew, sad crew Hey ya'll you see what they did to me There was two of these motherfuckers up here I done took a picture with one already You know what I sayin' one was mine So, where that Mike at Where that little bastard at that little bastard that took that other one Where you at, come her man come here man come here... I got seven motherfucking minutes so you gotta make this quick See home-piss right here... This is my man right here, word up What you sham me for what's wrong Nutin' man You alright High You high Alright fuck it them I'm gonna goin you with one in five minutes alright" "Enough talk, let's start fighting" "What kind of nobility is that huh If you wanna find out, try me, Haaa" "I know.. "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" "I know" Aaaagh yeaa... Let me pass it to my man mudfoot Hey how you feel mudfoot I'm gonna' lay some funky beats on you right now Yea you can't front on that That funky, am I right MCA Aghhh.... ha ha ha.... Ha ha ha ha ha haa |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Let's
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing Onions I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand 'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch, Let's Tear It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff "I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough" |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Let's
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing Onions I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand 'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch, Let's Tear It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff "I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough" |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Funky Boss Get Off My Back
Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Funky Boss Get Off My Back
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)
Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What's Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What'd You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It's So Free This Kind Of Feeling It's Like Life It's So Appealing When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think That The World Owes You What's Gonna Set You Free Look Inside And You'll See When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What's Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What'd You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It's So Free This Kind Of Feeling It's Like Life It's So Appealing When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think That The World Owes You What's Gonna Set You Free Look Inside And You'll See When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What's Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What'd You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It's So Free This Kind Of Feeling It's Like Life It's So Appealing When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think That The World Owes You What's Gonna Set You Free Look Inside And You'll See When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude |
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Please Clear The Ice For The Zamboni
Thank You Couples Only For The Next Five Minutes Please And A Special Round Of Applauds For Our Zamboni Driver Mario Caldato Thank You (Burp) Thank You Honky Rink We Have Coupons Avaiable For A Special For Childen Only From 4 To 6 On Thursday The 22nd Thank You We're Having A Sale On New Blades At The Skate Shop Thank You Honky Rink White People Only For The Next Five Minutes Please Booo Booo Thank You Around Around Around Around Around... |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
People How You Doing There's A New Day Dawning
For The Earth Mother It's A Brand New Morning For Such A Long While There's Been Such A Longing But Now The Sun Is Shining Let's Roll Back The Awning This Is A Type Of Kinda Like A Formal Dedication Giving Out A Shout For Much Inspiration All I Ever Really Want To Do Is Get Nice Get Loose And Goof My Little Slice Of Life Sendin' Out Love To All Corners Of The Land Jump Up On The Stage And Take The Mic In My Hand Not Playin' The Roll Just Being Who I Am And If You Try To Dis Me I Couldn't Give A Damn 'Cause I'm Rockin' Bass From The Back Of My Car Feels Soothing Right Bazookas Is What I'm Using I'm Mike D And It's Been Proven I Love It When I See The Party People Get Movin' Strapped On The Bar Goggles And What Did I See But The Music Brought The People Into Harmony |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
People How You Doing There's A New Day Dawning
For The Earth Mother It's A Brand New Morning For Such A Long While There's Been Such A Longing But Now The Sun Is Shining Let's Roll Back The Awning This Is A Type Of Kinda Like A Formal Dedication Giving Out A Shout For Much Inspiration All I Ever Really Want To Do Is Get Nice Get Loose And Goof My Little Slice Of Life Sendin' Out Love To All Corners Of The Land Jump Up On The Stage And Take The Mic In My Hand Not Playin' The Roll Just Being Who I Am And If You Try To Dis Me I Couldn't Give A Damn 'Cause I'm Rockin' Bass From The Back Of My Car Feels Soothing Right Bazookas Is What I'm Using I'm Mike D And It's Been Proven I Love It When I See The Party People Get Movin' Strapped On The Bar Goggles And What Did I See But The Music Brought The People Into Harmony |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
People How You Doing There's A New Day Dawning
For The Earth Mother It's A Brand New Morning For Such A Long While There's Been Such A Longing But Now The Sun Is Shining Let's Roll Back The Awning This Is A Type Of Kinda Like A Formal Dedication Giving Out A Shout For Much Inspiration All I Ever Really Want To Do Is Get Nice Get Loose And Goof My Little Slice Of Life Sendin' Out Love To All Corners Of The Land Jump Up On The Stage And Take The Mic In My Hand Not Playin' The Roll Just Being Who I Am And If You Try To Dis Me I Couldn't Give A Damn 'Cause I'm Rockin' Bass From The Back Of My Car Feels Soothing Right Bazookas Is What I'm Using I'm Mike D And It's Been Proven I Love It When I See The Party People Get Movin' Strapped On The Bar Goggles And What Did I See But The Music Brought The People Into Harmony |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Lighten up, Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now
Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Lighten up, Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now
Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well
Back to the beat y'all Down with the sound so sweet y'all Just how fresh can you get y'all Those that are blessed say yes y'all 'Cause I'm a come inside and do my thing I'm gonna take off my drawers and let myself swing Tantalize my tummy with a boo boo snack But now I got to get back Gonna break it down to the nitty grit Gonna tell you motherfuckers Why you ain't shit 'Cause suckers like you Just make me strong When you're popping that bullshit all day long I'm gonna bust my shoes I'm gonna bust my socks I'm gonna spread my word >From standing on this box This drive through world it just ain't right Gonna run to Joe and Tony's And get my hair cut nice Well come on y'all and let's work it out I'm trying to get up So don't you get me down Life I love you now give me a pound Up from the frying pan into the fire Look within and try to admire what's going on |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I Ride On The Bus Into The City Everyday
I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island With That Foxy Lady Too But When I Awaken I Must Be Mistaken I'm On Third Avenue Won't You Take Me Away And Take Away Me |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Mark On The Bus
I Ride On The Bus Into The City Everyday I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island With That Foxy Lady Too But When I Awaken I Must Be Mistaken I'm On Third Avenue Won't You Take Me Away And Take Away Me |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day
As I feel this reality gently fade away Riding on a thought to see where it's from Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come Smoke paints the air Swirling images through my mind Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting As time slips by Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky And I sit And I think to myself And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb And it seems like it's been so long since he shined But I'm sure it was only yesterday A cold chill of fear cut through me I felt my heart contract To my mind I brought the image of light And I expanded out of it My fear was just a shadow And then I voice spoke in my head And she said dark is not the opposite of light It's the absence of light And I thought to myself She knows what she's talking about And for a moment I know What it was all about |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
K, goodevening everybody
Everybody agh ready Did you go pass the leader on the cassette there Ohh, it's rollin, OK very good very good Alright everybody take one... 1 2 3 4... Hey there everybody I'd like to tell everybody out there A little story about, la someone that was very special to me This is a special song about that special someone About just how special things can be you know I'm sure everybody out there has gone Agh, felt, felt something very simmular to that And it can uhh, it can be the best thing It can be the worst thing It can make you feel great or... There Georgie Girl Oh Georgie girl Oh hey there Georgie girl You can kiss that old crumb crack guy goodbye Because you know agh yea baby you know You're on the one, the funky one Oh baby, yea Yo you know, I saw you that day you... How's your Girl Mike? Agh she's pretty nice man but I tell you yo I saw the other Girl at Netty's the other day And she had her shit together I'm talkin bout hip hop pow Boomin' system up top in the back Agh hey there Georgie Girl Georgie Girl Agh baby you look so nice You on the one You got your shit together Georgie Girl Yea you're looking so nice Georgie Girl Georgie Girl you know you're On the one Oh hey lonely Girl Yea that's right baby that was you the first time You know i saw you all alone I was on the boardwalk you know You know you were looking, agh Lookin a, agh a little bit lonely and uh You was squirting the water in the clowns mouth and everything But hey baby you know I would win the whole prize for you The whole nine yards, the, the ski ball tickets Everything baby, for you baby. Wether your into song wrighting or playing I think this album will help keep the creative energies flowing And to the magicians, I wish you many new tasty licks... Oh yea... I'm sorry the album took so long... |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece
But If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least What's Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk True Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk And This Is Me, Y'All- I M.C., Y'All My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please And Now I'd Like To Introduce I'll Pass The Mic To D. For A Fist Full Of Truth The Name Is D., Y'All And I Don't Pay And I Can Rock A Block Party 'Til Your Hair Turns Grey "So, What You Sayin'?" I Explode On Site And Like Jimmy Walker I'm "Dynomite" And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic So Adrock C'mon And Do Anything You Like I'm The A.D.R.O.C.K. In The Place With The Bass I'm Going All The Way I Can't Stop Y'All Tick Tock Y'All And If You Think That You're Slick You'll Catch A Brick Y'All 'Cause I'm A Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out But For Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn' So Rock Rock Y'All Tick Tock Y'All To The Beat Y'All C'mon And Rock Y'All I Give Thanks For Inspiration It Guides My Mind Along The Way A Lot Of People Get Jealous, They're Talking About Me But That's Just 'Cause They Haven't Got A Thing To Say Everybody's Rapping Like It's A Commercial Actin' Like Life Is A Big Commercial So This Is What I've Got To Say To You All Be True To Yourself And You Will Never Fall And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To The A So What's Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A. I've Been Coming To Where I Am From The Get Go Find That I Can Groove With The Beat When I Let Go So Put Your Worries On Hold Get Up And Groove With The Rhythm In Your Soul And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To My Brother Adrock C'mon And Shine Like A Light Yes Yes Y'All And Yes Yes Y'All I'm Always On Time Never The Less Y'All And That's Right Y'All, I Shed Light Y'All I've Got No Time In My Life To Get Uptight Y'All So What You Gonna Say That I Don't Know Already? I'm Like Clyde And I'm Rockin' Steady But Time Flies When You're Having Fun So Mike D C'mon And Get Some M.I.K.E. To The D. You Come And See Me And You Pay A Fee Do What I Do Professionally To Tell The Truth I Am Exactly What I Want To Be Now Ad-Rock And M.C.A. Let's Rock This Joint In The Old School Way Well I'm On 'Til The Crack Of Dawn Mowing Down M.C.'s Like I'm Mowing A Lawn I Go Off Like Nothing Can Phase Me You Think We'll Ever Meet Stevie? One Of These Days, D But I Can Stand My Ground And I Am Down To Wax An M.C Who Acts Like A Clown But For Now, I'd Like To Ask You How You Like The Feel Of The Bass In Your Face In The Crowd |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
If you can feel what i'm feeling then it's a musical masterpiece
If you can hear what i'm dealing with then that's cool at least What's running through my mind comes through in my walk True feelings are shown from the way that i talk And this is me y'all, i m.c. y'all My name is m.c.a. and i still do what i please And now i'd like to introduce what's up? I'll pass the mic to d. for a fist full of truth The name is d. y'all and i don't play And i can rock a block party 'til your hair turns grey So, what you sayin'? i explode on site I'm like jimmy walker i'm dynomite And now i'd like to pass the mic To adrock c'mon and do anything you like I'm the a.d.r.o.c.k. In the place with the bass i'm going all the way I can't stop y'all tock tick y'all And if you think that you're slick you'll catch a brick y'all 'cause i'm a turn it in and i'm a turn it out But now i've got to pass the mic to yauch Well on and on and on and on i can't stop y'all 'til the early morn' So rock rock y'all tick tock y'all to the beat y'all C'mon and rock y'all I give thanks for inspiration it guides my mind along the way A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say Everybody's rapping like it's a commercial Actin' like life is a big commercial So this is what i've got to say to you all Be true to yourself and you will never fall And now i'd like to pass the mic to the a So what's your name, yauch? my name is m.c.a. I've been coming to where i am from the get go Find that i can groove with the beat when i let go So put your worries on hold Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul And now i'd like to pass the mic To my brother adrock c'mon and shine like a light Yes yes y'all and yes yes y'all I'm always on time never the less y'all And that's right y'all, i shed light y'all I've got no time in my life to get uptight y'all So what you gonna say that i don't know already? I'm like clyde and i'm rockin' steady But time flies when you're having fun So mike d that's me c'mon and get some M.i.k.e. to the d. You come and see me and you pay a fee Do what i do professionally To tell the truth i am exactly what i want to be Now ad-rock huh? and m.c.a. yeh? Let's rock this joint in the old school way Well i'm on 'til the crack of dawn Mowing down m.c.'s like i'm mowing a lawn I go off like nothing can phase me You think we'll ever meet stevie? one of these days, d. But i can stand my ground and i am down To wax an m.c. who acts like a clown But for now, i'd like to ask you how You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece
But If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least What's Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk True Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk And This Is Me, Y'All- I M.C., Y'All My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please And Now I'd Like To Introduce I'll Pass The Mic To D. For A Fist Full Of Truth The Name Is D., Y'All And I Don't Pay And I Can Rock A Block Party 'Til Your Hair Turns Grey "So, What You Sayin'?" I Explode On Site And Like Jimmy Walker I'm "Dynomite" And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic So Adrock C'mon And Do Anything You Like I'm The A.D.R.O.C.K. In The Place With The Bass I'm Going All The Way I Can't Stop Y'All Tick Tock Y'All And If You Think That You're Slick You'll Catch A Brick Y'All 'Cause I'm A Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out But For Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn' So Rock Rock Y'All Tick Tock Y'All To The Beat Y'All C'mon And Rock Y'All I Give Thanks For Inspiration It Guides My Mind Along The Way A Lot Of People Get Jealous, They're Talking About Me But That's Just 'Cause They Haven't Got A Thing To Say Everybody's Rapping Like It's A Commercial Actin' Like Life Is A Big Commercial So This Is What I've Got To Say To You All Be True To Yourself And You Will Never Fall And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To The A So What's Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A. I've Been Coming To Where I Am From The Get Go Find That I Can Groove With The Beat When I Let Go So Put Your Worries On Hold Get Up And Groove With The Rhythm In Your Soul And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To My Brother Adrock C'mon And Shine Like A Light Yes Yes Y'All And Yes Yes Y'All I'm Always On Time Never The Less Y'All And That's Right Y'All, I Shed Light Y'All I've Got No Time In My Life To Get Uptight Y'All So What You Gonna Say That I Don't Know Already? I'm Like Clyde And I'm Rockin' Steady But Time Flies When You're Having Fun So Mike D C'mon And Get Some M.I.K.E. To The D. You Come And See Me And You Pay A Fee Do What I Do Professionally To Tell The Truth I Am Exactly What I Want To Be Now Ad-Rock And M.C.A. Let's Rock This Joint In The Old School Way Well I'm On 'Til The Crack Of Dawn Mowing Down M.C.'s Like I'm Mowing A Lawn I Go Off Like Nothing Can Phase Me You Think We'll Ever Meet Stevie? One Of These Days, D. But I Can Stand My Ground And I Am Down To Wax An M.C. Who Acts Like A Clown But For Now, I'd Like To Ask You How You Like The Feel Of The Bass In Your Face In The Crowd |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know Why it's'cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin' I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feelin' that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked! You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn't finish 'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'Cause you're wack son Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your shit'll be stinking When I go for mine And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all You can't say shit Because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all over the long haul You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know Why it's cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin' I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feelin' that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked! You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle. So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn't finish 'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'Cause you're wack son Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your shit'll be stinking When I go for mine And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all You can't say shit Because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all over the long haul You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information From You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes You Can't Front On That Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time This Time I'm Losing My Mind You Can't Front On That But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No'Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach You Can't Front On That So What'cha Want |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would think I'm from Paris You know I get fly, you think I get high You know that I'm gone and I'm 'a tell you all why So tell me-who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all So whatcha whatcha whatcha want I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt I said where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes? *Yeah, you can't front on that* Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time I'm losin' my mind *Yeah, you can't front on that* But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech *Yeah, you can't front on that* So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would think I'm from Paris You know I get fly, you think I get high You know that I'm gone and I'm 'a tell you all why So tell me-who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all So whatcha whatcha whatcha want I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt I said where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes? *Yeah, you can't front on that* Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time I'm losin' my mind *Yeah, you can't front on that* But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech *Yeah, you can't front on that* So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would think I'm from Paris You know I get fly, you think I get high You know that I'm gone and I'm 'a tell you all why So tell me-who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all So whatcha whatcha whatcha want I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt I said where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes? *Yeah, you can't front on that* Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time I'm losin' my mind *Yeah, you can't front on that* But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech *Yeah, you can't front on that* So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (whatcha want) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (So whatcha want) |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information From You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes You Can't Front On That Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time This Time I'm Losing My Mind You Can't Front On That But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach You Can't Front On That So What'cha Want |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I Wish For Peace Between The Races Someday We Shall All Be One
Why Fight Yourself This One's Called Rectify There's Something Coming To The Surface There's Fire All Around But This Is An Illusion I've Seen Better Days Than This One I've Seen Better Nights Than This One Tension Is Rebuilding Something's Got To Give Someday We Shall All Be One Jesus Christ We're Nice |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home
They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home Oh They're Comin' Home |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Biz Vs. The Nuge
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home Oh They're Comin' Home |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
(Beastie Boys)
Our Evening Began In Peter Scharro's Confortable Study In His New York Townhouse Where The Candle Light Was Just Right The HiFi Was In The Background And The Wine Was Delicious... [Laughing] What's The Secret Peter Naturally I'll Say Its The Wine Mmm It Does Go Well With The Chicken Delicious again Peter |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
(Beastie Boys)
Our Evening Began In Peter Scharro's Confortable Study In His New York Townhouse Where The Candle Light Was Just Right The HiFi Was In The Background And The Wine Was Delicious... [Laughing] What's The Secret Peter Naturally I'll Say Its The Wine Mmm It Does Go Well With The Chicken Delicious again Peter |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Who is the man coming down your block
It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Maestro
Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man. |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight Ain't nobody got to spell it for me Ain't nobody got to yell I can see Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I'll yell in your ear Time for living Time for giving x 4 Ain't nobody to to spell it for me I said ain't nobody got to yell I can see I said ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I will yell in your ear Soul fire Soul fire And we ain't got no water We don't have no water Time for living time for giving No time for making up a monster to sell Time for living time for giving No time for breakin' out a lie to sell |
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