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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 - Hello Nasty (2006)
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh my god now take a look at me My life line's run by AT&T They got their wires all up in me Is push and pull the way it's got to be Once again I'm all wrapped up in me and me |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh my god now take a look at me My life line's run by AT&T They got their wires all up in me Is push and pull the way it's got to be Once again I'm all wrapped up in me and me |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Body movin' body movin'
A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc Let your spine unwind just take a risk I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn Tell me party people is that so wrong The ship is docking, inter-lockin' And up-rockin' electro-shocking We're getting down computer action Do the robotic satisfaction All of y'all get off the wall Have a ball and get involved with Body movin' body movin' With the A-1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin? Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin' bodies in motion cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music drivin you insane You can't explain to people this type of mind frame Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap I'm fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin' not perfection Let me get some action from the back section Body movin' body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin' body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Mike D with the master plan Ooh, my, my, and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream, 'Ooh, goddamn' The creme de la creme is who I am MCA where have you been Packed like sardines in the tin So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins 'Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim Adrock light up the place And if you pull my card you pull the ace And if you ask me turn up the bass And if you play defender I could be your hyper space Body movin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Body movin, body movin,
A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin, body movin, We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc Let your spine unwind just take a risk I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn Tell me party people is that so wrong The ship is docking, inter-lockin And up-rockin electro-shocking We're getting down computer action Do the robotic satisfaction All of y'all get off the wall Have a ball and get involved with Body movin, body movin with the A-1 sound sound so soothing Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin bodies in motion cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music drivin you insane You can't explain to people this type of mind frame Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap I'm fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin not perfection Let me get some action from the back section Body movin, body movin, A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin, body movin, We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin Mike D with the master plan Ooh my my and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream Ooh god damn The creme de la creme is who I am MCA where have you been Packed like sardines in the tin So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim Adrock light up the place And if you pull my card you pull the ace And if you ask me turn up the bass And if you play defender I could be your hyper space Body movin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear Alex and Marilyn
They're Lovey and Thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And Rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On Hornblower's lederhosen Like Walt Disney he'll be frozen And then the Swiss Hall of Fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin His name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector Clouseau and Derek Flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to Dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Rewind the tape and punch me in Like Chuck D with the where you never been I'm in I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin' Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin MCs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines Yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dedication - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dedication - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys
Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dr Lee Phd - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes Can I get a witness to testify Open your eyes realize electrify So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed A set back ain't all that much problem to invade So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes realize electrify |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes Can I get a witness to testify Open your eyes realize electrify So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed A set back ain't all that much problem to invade So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes realize electrify |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the Chorus And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back'cause that's the way I've got to live So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Gravy and King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the words ain't mine I just pass em along For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes And more crimes are committed as I say these lines |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall, I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad, it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live Never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live Never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvy and King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the words ain't mine I just pass 'em along For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes And more crimes are committed as I say these lines |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What's pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of all my sight Is not what I find when I reach into the light I have lost my mind I'm walking through time Deluded as the next guy Pretending and hoping to find That distant peace of mind I don't know Who does know There is no Where to go It's not so simple as I try to wish But then again what is? There is no other worthy quest So on I go I don't know Who does know There is no Where to go I don't know Who does know Where to go I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What's pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of my sight Is not what I find when I reach into the light I have lost my mind I'm walking through time Deluded as the next guy Pretending and hoping to find That distant peace of mind I don't know Who does know There is no Where to go It's not so simple as I try to wish But then again what is? There is no other worthy quest So on I go |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
And what do you do when
Your man kills himself and How do I make friends now And where is my Mom I need to show her that She taught me And please let me Die an instant death Venom are from Newcastle |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
And what do you do when
Your man kills himself and How do I make friends now And where is my Mom I need to show her that She taught me And please let me Die an instant death |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4
ANOTHER DIMENSION X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X6 Well, now don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Like no ones beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because we're so versetile Style, profile I said It always brings me back when I hear ooh child From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon to the very last mile Well if you battle me I feel reviled People always sayin my style is wild You got goal, you got guile To step to me, I'm a rap-o-phile If you wanna battle you're in denial Comin' from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY, PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X2 Jazz and AWOL thats our team Step into the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Well I have to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean With the tough guy style I'm not to keen Tryin' to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Goin shine like gaze on tv Keep on rappin' cause that's my dream Thank Mo Dee for stickin to the beats Now when it comes to envy ya'll is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension a new galaxy Intergalactic Planetary INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY, PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4 From the family tree of old school hip-hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks Your rhymes are spread just like a pox Cause the music is loud like an electric shock I am know to do the wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D gets biz on the crops Beastie Boys known to let the beat Drop When I write graffiti my name was Slop If I rap soup my beats is stock Step from the table when I start to chop I'm the lumberjack DJ ADrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees start shakin and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X6 |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Like a broken clock that can't tell time Like a thick ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One two one two this is just a test Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long Like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong Like fudge and caramel they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if, I bet As time goes by in this give and take As long as I learn I will make mistakes What do I want? What do I need? Why do I want it? What's in it for me? It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One two one two this is just a test |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Like a broken clock that can't tell time Like a thick ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One two one two this is just a test Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long Like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong Like fudge and caramel they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if, I bet As time goes by in this give and take As long as I learn I will make mistakes What do I want? What do I need? Why do I want it? What's in it for me? It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One two one two this is just a test |
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Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Nowhere left to hide Picture this now crystal clear Nothing left to hold her here And creeping up meanwhile Traces of a smile Eyes open wide to see if I could fly |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Nowhere left to hide Picture this now crystal clear Nothing left to hold her here And creeping up meanwhile Traces of a smile Eyes open wide to see if I could fly |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin to the broad day light g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it No limits to this style you know you can't lock it First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze Every thought in the mind is a planted seed So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack Before you know it they're boomeranging on back I'm the king of boogle there is none higher I get 11 points off the word quagmire Fools can't see me and that's how it is And that's how I like it cause that's my biz Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin to the broad day light g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright Time's an illusion as the moments race by Too fast to really grasp though we may try Deny, till we die, ooh my my These thoughts that mislead and then multiply Second by second and minute by minute It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it Shakin mind breakin on their own demise Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes So tell me what you need that you have got Fiending on power will make your blood clot It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong That's why we can't all just get along We're all connected like a Leggo set One equaling one together like a croquette Whether we have or have not yet met It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin to the broad day light g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain The selfish ways just can't maintain But these are the breaks when you try and come fake Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12 I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf You be like hello nasty where you been It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on I get so hyped when I hear this song It's gonna keep me happy like all day long So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash Multinationals spreading like a rash I might stick around or I might be a fad But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin to the broad day light g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright Junior |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Like a broken clock that can't tell time Like a thick ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One two one two this is just a test Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long Like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong Like fudge and caramel they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if, I bet As time goes by in this give and take As long as I learn I will make mistakes What do I want? What do I need? Why do I want it? What's in it for me? It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One two one two this is just a test |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick It's the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won't change your situation Have you seen what I mean I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams So I say this rhyme built by design To take you beyond space and time Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal The man pushing buttons on remote control Remote control Until your back's up against the wall You never know yourself that much at all So you've got to share your love with a friend That's all that you've got left in the end Living in this city of pure confusion People mislead by their own illusion All this action, no satisfaction We're all linked together like a chain reaction Play or fold, love is bold What is the future that will unfold? Some like it hot, others like it cold But we all want to hold the remote control Remote control Things get hectic quick All of the sudden I'm in the thick Too much drama all around Distractions booming in sensuround Like a rainy day's Earth won't sit still Sliding on down a hill Sometimes life seems to stall So never be ungrateful y'all So I got a little something for your pay per view Like Don King I've got the crazy hair do We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol Controlled on Earth by remote control |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick It's the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won't change your situation Have you seen what I mean I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams So I say this rhyme built by design To take you beyond space and time Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal The man pushing buttons on remote control Until your back's up against the wall You never know yourself that much at all So you've got to share your love with a friend That's all that you've got left in the end Living in this city of pure confusion People mislead by their own illusion All this action, no satisfaction We're all linked together like a chain reaction Play or fold, love is bold What is the future that will unfold? Some like it hot, others like it cold But we all want to hold the remote control Things get hectic quick All of the sudden I'm in the thick Too much drama all around Distractions booming in sensuround Like a rainy day's Earth won't sit still Sliding on down a hill Sometimes life seems to stall So never be ungrateful y'all So I got a little something for your pay per view Like Don King I've got the crazy hair do We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol Controlled on Earth by remote control |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Go by the name of the King Ad Rock
Super educated I'm smarter than Spock spock Everytime you hear you will agree Ain't no brother like the K-I-D d You know what I mean? yup yeah I'm tellin' you with the echo... I'm tellin' you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Go by the name of the King Ad Rock
Super educated I'm smarter than Spock spock Everytime you hear you will agree Ain't no brother like the K-I-D d You know what I mean? yup yeah I'm tellin' you with the echo... I'm tellin' you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What makes you feel
And why you gotta be Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world So sick and evil I know you don't know What makes you feel Like you got miracle whip appeal Who made you the judge an jury Ain't you never heard of privacy What makes this world So sick and evil You figure it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What makes you feel
And why you gotta be Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world So sick and evil I know you don't know What makes you feel Like you got miracle whip appeal Who made you the judge an jury Ain't you never heard of privacy What makes this world So sick and evil You figure it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people 'Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say it So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say it So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear alex and marilyn
They're lovey and thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On hornblower's lederhosen Like walt disney he is frozen And then the swiss hall of fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin My name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause i Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector clouseau and derek flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Mario rewind the tape and punch him in Like chuck d with the where you never been I'm in Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause I get I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin', movin on Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin mcs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all Can't, won't, don't stop |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear alex and marilyn
They're lovey and thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On hornblower's lederhosen Like walt disney he is frozen And then the swiss hall of fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin My name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause i Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector clouseau and derek flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Mario rewind the tape and punch him in Like chuck d with the where you never been I'm in Can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause I get I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin', movin on Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin mcs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all Can't, won't, don't stop |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hello.
It's times like this when I just can't stop Can't wind your body without the body rock Got schemes schematics blue prints on file You gotta have dreams to make it all worthwhile So as I take my time and realign I wonder what it is I hope to find I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast Adrock with the New Addition Edition Gettin on down for the year 2000 A slight distraction can get you paid And when it comes to that type shit I paved the way BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin on and on Dogs love me'cause I'm crazy sniffable I bet you never knew I got the ill peripheral In your home I'm cloned I'm on your headphones I love it when you spazz out all alone 'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key I'm unlockable so don't check me Got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind The sky is falling and I'm falling behind So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain Insane mind games move quick like flames So now I wonder how sometimes you never know Who be rockin y'all in stereo in stereo in stereo in stereo No time like the present to work shit out That's what I'm going on and on and on about Not fakin just makin beats in the dungeon Keep that shit funky'cause the odor is pungent No shame in my game just par for the path I try to hone my craft because at hands the task But I find I'm not playing with a full deck I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec All I wanna know is when is checkout time So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme And when I'm with my man Shadi rock at the gates We'll be rockin rhythms over disco breaks BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin on and on Hubiera una vez un gran rey que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hello...
It's times like this when I just can't stop Can't wind your body without the body rock Got schemes, schematics, blueprints on file You got to have the dreams to make it all worthwhile So as I take my time and realign I wonder what it is I hope to find I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast Ad Rock with the New Edition Gettin' on down for the year 2000 A slight distraction can get you paid And when it comes to that type shit, I paved the way B-Boys to the early morn B-Girls be rockin' on and on B-Girls to the break of dawn B-Boys be rockin' on and on Dogs love me cause I'm crazy sniffable Now I bet you never knew I got the ill peripheral In your home I'm cloned I'm on your headphones I love it when you spaz out all alone 'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key I'm unlockable so don't check me I got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind The sky is falling and I'm falling behind So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain Insane mind games move quick like flames So now I wonder how sometimes you never know Who be rockin' y'all in stere-ere-o In stere-ere-o, in stere-ere-o, in stereo No time like the present to work shit out That's what we going on and on and on about I'm not fakin', just makin' beats in the dungeon Keep that shit funky 'cause the odor is pungent No shame in my game just par for the path I try to hone my craft because at hands the task But I find I'm not playing with a full deck I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec All I wanna know is when is checkout time So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme And when I'm with my man Shadi rock at the gates We'll be rockin' rhythms over disco breaks B-Boys to the early morn B-Girls be rockin' on and on B-Girls to the break of dawn B-Boys be rockin' on and on On and on On and on... (repeats) *Hubo una vez un gran rey Que tenia muchas tierras, un castillo y tambien un amor Hubo una vez un gran rey Que tenia muchas tierras, un castillo y tambien un amor O el rey O o el rey* |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention That I am well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose you so and so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you everybody I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane if it don't rain Sucker MC's are problematic I love it when you hit those switches A curve ball's what my pitch is So here we here we come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects Read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen everybody let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all those people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention That I am well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose you so and so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you everybody I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane if it don't rain Sucker MC's are problematic I love it when you hit those switches A curve ball's what my pitch is So here we here we come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects Read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen everybody let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all those people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can
Come on now I've got the D double O, D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice 'Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get nice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kreme Kenny Rogers' "Gambler" is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know You know we break it down, going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin' with Mario Well my name is Ad Rock I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me 'cause I just don't know I'm known to Mop I'm known to Glo But don't get mad 'cause I gots to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say Gotta get down Mix Master cut faster Mix Master cut, cut, cut faster All top secret and classified I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified I never wanna let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area Causing all kinds of hysteria My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry, I'll take care of ya Me and Adam, Adam and the Mario C In the studio it's the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what you got to say Goddamn that DJ made my day |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hey yo Adam what's up? This is Mix Master Mike
I'm calling from Sacramento. Um I've been wanting to hook up with you maybe on some tracks. I've got some shit right here if you could.. My turntable's through a wah wah pedal. It's called the tweak scratch 'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can Come on.. I've got the D double O D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice voice 'Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get noice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage whoo Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage 3 MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say "My god" "oh Mike" "All the time" Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kremes Kenny Rogers' Gambler is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know know You know we break it down going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin with Mario whoowee Well my name is Adrock I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me cause I just don't know I'm known to mop I'm known to glow glow But don't get mad cause I got to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what cha got to say "Gotta' - Gotta' - Gotta' get down" Mix Master ah cut faster Ah Mix Master ah cut cut ah cut faster All top secret and classified fied I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified whoowee I never wanna' let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area haa Causing all kinds of hysteria My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry I'll take care of ya Me and Adam Adam and Mario C In the studio with the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what you got to say "God damn that DJ made my day" _biz markie_ You came off with that one Joe, oh my goodness |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well We be kickin bass all up in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition we've got them locked U.N.I.T.E. A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite BBoys of the world unite I went inside the deli and my man's like what I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So 'Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set' Automation circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap People of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 1200's I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin action Do it like this for the intergalaction I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In money makin it's how we do I be smokin roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron) HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS We keep it movin to the broad daylight BGirls of the world unite alright Keep it on and on |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well We be kickin bass all up in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition we've got them locked U.N.I.T.E. A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite BBoys of the world unite I went inside the deli and my man's like what I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set" Automation circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap People of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 1200's I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin action Do it like this for the intergalaction I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In money makin it's how we do I be smokin roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron) HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS We keep it movin to the broad daylight BGirls of the world unite alright Keep it on and on |
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from Beastie Boys - Triple Trouble (Clean) [single] (2004)
If You
If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere Run this rap game like a brigadier I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven Snares on the five and thirteen Rhymes on time and that's the given We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' The source of the problem is at the origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn Cerrone on the microphone I am Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar My rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that? Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed We're originators you can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e 'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle thus making their beauty a bit awkward |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here Because Your Crystal Bal Ain't So Crystal Clear So While You Sit Backand Wonder Why I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side Oh My, It's A Mirage I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin' You'll Shut Me Dow With A Push Of Your Button? But I'm Out And I'm Gone I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On 'Cause What You See You Might Not Get And We Can Bet So Don't You Get Souped Yet You're Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage I'm Trying To Tell You Now It's Sabotage Why; Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It But I'm Gonna Set It Straight This Watergate I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My Face But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle What Could It Be, It's A Miracle You're Scheming On A Thing; That's Sabotage |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
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 - To The 5 Boroughs [single] (2004)
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I큩e Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick Shit Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I큟 Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I큟 Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I큟 Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Fresh Dressed, 'cause I shop at Modell's
Deep in Brooklyn, I ride the L Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Murrow out on Avenue L. Well, we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks With the diamond stylus yo, we cutting wax We're the super elastic bubble plastic Got ethereal material that's straight up classic You try to vex reject but you should respect Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx So don't start to flex up in the discotheque Or we'll make you extinct like a tyranosaurus rex We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads, Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Como esta? Ho fato molte telefonate I said OOPS! Gotcha, clutch like Piazza Sneak between the sheets, so hide the matzoh Holla back challah bread...next We are the crew that put the crew in cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D, the one who put the satin in your panties Time to count MC's in this place to be Not 5 not 4 not 2 just 3 We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? Roundhouse kick the mic out your hand Drunken Mantis, my name brand So if you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam Ginip Ginop, I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop So pack up your bags and your mic and don't wait E.T. phone home, now get the fuck out my face You know we shake 'em, bake 'em, then we take 'em Treat MC's like leaves, go out and rake 'em Sell our CD's on Canal before we make 'em But to serve you on a platter like steak-ummm We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Fresh Dressed, 'cause I shop at Modell's
Deep in Brooklyn, I ride the L Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Murrow out on Avenue L. Well, we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks With the diamond stylus yo, we cutting wax We're the super elastic bubble plastic Got ethereal material that's straight up classic You try to vex reject but you should respect Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx So don't start to flex up in the discotheque Or we'll make you extinct like a tyranosaurus rex We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads, Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Como esta? Ho fato molte telefonate I said OOPS! Gotcha, clutch like Piazza Sneak between the sheets, so hide the matzoh Holla back challah bread...next We are the crew that put the crew in cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D, the one who put the satin in your panties Time to count MC's in this place to be Not 5 not 4 not 2 just 3 We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? 1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up? Roundhouse kick the mic out your hand Drunken Mantis, my name brand So if you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam Ginip Ginop, I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop So pack up your bags and your mic and don't wait E.T. phone home, now get the fuck out my face You know we shake 'em, bake 'em, then we take 'em Treat MC's like leaves, go out and rake 'em Sell our CD's on Canal before we make 'em But to serve you on a platter like steak-ummm We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way We're gonna rock this motherfucker Like 3 the hard way 3 the hard way 3 the hard way |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen
Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre Nice up the sound for the A to D I'm a Wonderama snake can winner Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner I'm the one that one that dance contest 'Cause you know I dance the best All you gotta do is do your thing you see 'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be My name is Adrock and I aim to please And I gotta spread love in society We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form What you saw what you heard I get involved I might disturb And if you want what's going down You might just get that silky sound So what'cha want? So what'cha need? I've got the fonts you want to read Get in the game you gotta scheme All the same I've got the team More new wave not OG Walking down the block you say "Yo D! When you coming out with the new CD That spreads love in society?" We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form Goto goto goto goto Don't mess with crack or the baking soda Whether in the high rise where you live like Rhoda Or in the shack and you live like Yoda Once again it's on like a brand new morn Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm All you spazzes and you freaks Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique If it don't hurt nobody else than Don't be afraid to be yourself and Special dedication and so on to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen
Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre Nice up the sound for the A to D I'm a Wonderama snake can winner Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner I'm the one that one that dance contest 'Cause you know I dance the best All you gotta do is do your thing you see 'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be My name is Adrock and I aim to please And I gotta spread love in society We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form What you saw what you heard I get involved I might disturb And if you want what's going down You might just get that silky sound So what'cha want? So what'cha need? I've got the fonts you want to read Get in the game you gotta scheme All the same I've got the team More new wave not OG Walking down the block you say "Yo D! When you coming out with the new CD That spreads love in society?" We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form Goto goto goto goto Don't mess with crack or the baking soda Whether in the high rise where you live like Rhoda Or in the shack and you live like Yoda Once again it's on like a brand new morn Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm All you spazzes and you freaks Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique If it don't hurt nobody else than Don't be afraid to be yourself and Special dedication and so on to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges Grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this mother fucking party out I said, Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission He said, "Son, you'd better listen. Stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist Mmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby bubba, now what the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear deer Shazam! and Abracadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and My crews amazin' We're working on the record yo, so stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out Now, I go by the name of The King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy. Who moi? I am the one with the clientele You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well I've got class like Pink Champale MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset yo, calm down You look Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer. Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say, "Those were the days." Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin party out |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The only air time you get is on bloopers Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space So renovate or evacuate You better think twice before you start flossing I been in your bathroom often Taking punk MC's out I'm all about My to do list today is turn the party out Getting hot in here no room to breath I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Adrock So here's a match my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog I'm in your crawl space You're in front of my house and you know that's wack Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack You suckers try to front like you've got the force But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course Don't even get me started on intercourse... A 14! 9 Don't step into my zone or even periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase You tried to take my title now put it back in place But now you're busted wearing panties and lace Steeling my style from my trophy case But my drive's secure like an army base You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me I'm in your crawl space Schematics, blueprints and microfilm Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area Omnipresent and omnipotent My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents This means huge compared to very small You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall? 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof They're like anvils lined up on a roof Waiting to drop on your corny melon 'Cause were not buying what you're selling First you want to battle then you start to whine You're looking hungry, it must be snack time So run home where you feel safe But don't sleep Cochise I'm in your crawl space |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The only air time you get is on bloopers Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space So renovate or evacuate You better think twice before you start flossing I been in your bathroom often Taking punk MC's out I'm all about My to do list today is turn the party out Getting hot in here no room to breath I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Adrock So here's a match my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog I'm in your crawl space You're in front of my house and you know that's wack Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack You suckers try to front like you've got the force But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course Don't even get me started on intercourse... A 14! 9 Don't step into my zone or even periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase You tried to take my title now put it back in place But now you're busted wearing panties and lace Steeling my style from my trophy case But my drive's secure like an army base You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me I'm in your crawl space Schematics, blueprints and microfilm Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area Omnipresent and omnipotent My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents This means huge compared to very small You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall? 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof They're like anvils lined up on a roof Waiting to drop on your corny melon 'Cause were not buying what you're selling First you want to battle then you start to whine You're looking hungry, it must be snack time So run home where you feel safe But don't sleep Cochise I'm in your crawl space |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
Look give it back you're wicky wack With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball You sold a few records but don't get slick 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits You've been in the game, your career is long But when you really break it down you've only got two songs MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen And if you don't like then hey fuck you! Now, I read about you up on page 6 They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed Now talk about your face now don't get pissed But I suggest you see a dermatologist I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex 'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch You're hearing me and you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!" I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit And if you don't like then hey fuck you! So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting In the animal kingdom ,they call it presenting With the dipsy doodle, the kit and caboodle The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel Kings County is my stomping ground The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown So don't ask me to wine and dine ya I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam And if you don't like then hey fuck you! |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check It's time to let'em know what we expect Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC Hold up wait up you know we come correct You wanna change things up, well hey just get set It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck It's easier to break things than build it correct We've got a president we didn't elect The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect And still the US just wants to flex Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill Hate filled people wanna keep us in check Tearin' down each other is what they expect If you want love well hey that's a bet We've got to give before we can get Waiting like a batter who is on deck When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck So let's calibrate and check our specs We need a little shift on over towards the left I don't really know but I suspect I think it's due time that we inspect How they get their information and their facts are checked Another press conference someone's talking out their neck It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill So step up to the window and place your bets Is the US gonna keep breaking necks Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex And the military muscle that he wants to flex By the time Bush is done what will be left Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque Environmental destruction and the national dept But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest What the real deal why you can't connect Why you hating people that you never met Didn't your mama teach you to show some respect? Why not open your mind for a sec? It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Yo what the schnitzel we're back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact I don't care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist the cap and pop the cork My name's Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name's MCA made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here's a song for you "Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Yo what the falafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk My name is Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the phone booth word to hair mouse You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I'll have dog pemmican with my tea Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' The names MCA made in Downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo, what the doofus, say good night You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the hinges leave your 2-way at the door We're all up the creek a long way from shore Not walking around looking to get you cake The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke The name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Woof Woof Woof |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Yo what the schnitzel we're back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact I don't care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist the cap and pop the cork My name's Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name's MCA made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here's a song for you "Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Yo what the falafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk My name is Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the phone booth word to hair mouse You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I'll have dog pemmican with my tea Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' The names MCA made in Downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo, what the doofus, say good night You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the hinges leave your 2-way at the door We're all up the creek a long way from shore Not walking around looking to get you cake The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke The name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Woof Woof Woof |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now my name is Ad-Rock I've got a story to tell
When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Oh you didn't know I got the flow I could sing, rap, dance in just one show With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin Mother fuckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins Hey could you please pass me the peas? And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze I'm the player and the coach, I'm no roach I bought my grandma a brand new broach Well I'm MCA with a story to tell When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin' I'll take you to task everyone of y'all draftsman I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin' Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin' Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin' I'm party crashin' so you better battin' Down those hatches stop procrastin' Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Went to the top and never went pop and Came back down but still not stopping I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?" Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan So start packing because I'm back in The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan Now push the pause button then start ducking Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton EF shhhhhhhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now my name is Ad-Rock I've got a story to tell
When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Oh you didn't know I got the flow I could sing, rap, dance in just one show With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin Mother fuckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins Hey could you please pass me the peas? And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze I'm the player and the coach, I'm no roach I bought my grandma a brand new broach Well I'm MCA with a story to tell When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin' I'll take you to task everyone of y'all draftsman I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin' Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin' Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin' I'm party crashin' so you better battin' Down those hatches stop procrastin' Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well Went to the top and never went pop and Came back down but still not stopping I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?" Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan So start packing because I'm back in The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan Now push the pause button then start ducking Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton EF shhhhhhhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh Hutton shhh |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now, get busy
Once upon a time up on this mic MC's be really workin' on what they write With the sound delight we rock all night And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight We're international like Matt Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei Still around the way is where we'll stay Say what we mean, mean what we say Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and What we do now is future molding Columbine bowling, childhood stolen We need a bit more gun controlling Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!" Rockin' this flow I could go all night I'm not here to fight, or incite I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright I'm getting kind of tired of the situation The US attacking other nations And narrations on every station False election's got me losing my patience I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way And yes I got to say fuck the KKK And oh yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you say Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long I went to get a loan and they asked my race I wrote down human inside the space It's a disgrace how they try to debase It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice With the rhyme precise, the word is nice So please pass me the Reunite on ice Well let's go to work and not beserk 'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt Try to smooth it out like Levert Keep the mind alert and not revert Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now, get busy
Once upon a time up on this mic MC's be really workin' on what they write With the sound delight we rock all night And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight We're international like Matt Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei Still around the way is where we'll stay Say what we mean, mean what we say Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and What we do now is future molding Columbine bowling, childhood stolen We need a bit more gun controlling Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!" Rockin' this flow I could go all night I'm not here to fight, or incite I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright I'm getting kind of tired of the situation The US attacking other nations And narrations on every station False election's got me losing my patience I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way And yes I got to say fuck the KKK And oh yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you say Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long I went to get a loan and they asked my race I wrote down human inside the space It's a disgrace how they try to debase It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice With the rhyme precise, the word is nice So please pass me the Reunite on ice Well let's go to work and not beserk 'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt Try to smooth it out like Levert Keep the mind alert and not revert Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I sneak a chicken tikka Marsala at a gala event I represent that's stupid that's for sure You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature" I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye All this cheese is gonna make me cry Gorgonzola, Provolone Don't even get me started on this microphone Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis Got the edge and I've got the advantage If you could see things from my vantage Point then you could better understand this I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight When it comes to panache I can't be beat I got the most style from below 14th street Internationally known as the Keebler Elf Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps Posing like you're rolling with that camp In layman's terms let me break it down You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama? Goodness gracious golly gee Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie! Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! Freak out with the genie |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I sneak a chicken tikka Marsala at a gala event I represent that's stupid that's for sure You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature" I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye All this cheese is gonna make me cry Gorgonzola, Provolone Don't even get me started on this microphone Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis Got the edge and I've got the advantage If you could see things from my vantage Point then you could better understand this I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight When it comes to panache I can't be beat I got the most style from below 14th street Internationally known as the Keebler Elf Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps Posing like you're rolling with that camp In layman's terms let me break it down You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama? Goodness gracious golly gee Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie! Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! Freak out with the genie |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Back on the scene for y'all people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright 'Cause George W's got nothing on me We got to take the power from he When I'm on the mic I feel good to go Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know And my, my zodiac sign is Scorpio Look what the cat dragged in The creme de la creme without the skin So take a rest and mind your own biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan Let's go to work, get those hands clappin' Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate Don't underrate how I operate It ain't what you say, it's what you mean Intention leads to action, that is my theme So pay attention now as I begin to recap Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you Brand new The time and place for the mind is here and now Keep the mind present less to worry about But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo Like George Whipple on New York One Got a hairy ass and that's no fun I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone And on the microphone you know that I'm at home It's time we looked past all our differences An' that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you And that's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Back on the scene for y'all people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright 'Cause George W's got nothing on me We got to take the power from he When I'm on the mic I feel good to go Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know And my, my zodiac sign is Scorpio Look what the cat dragged in The creme de la creme without the skin So take a rest and mind your own biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan Let's go to work, get those hands clappin' Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate Don't underrate how I operate It ain't what you say, it's what you mean Intention leads to action, that is my theme So pay attention now as I begin to recap Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz And that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you Brand new The time and place for the mind is here and now Keep the mind present less to worry about But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo Like George Whipple on New York One Got a hairy ass and that's no fun I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone And on the microphone you know that I'm at home It's time we looked past all our differences An' that's it that's all, that's all there is, c'mon Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you And that's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now what the blood clot, I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor? It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour A phenomenon pandemonium The club is blowing up like plutonium What's all the fanfare what's the to do We're known to bring the hullabaloo On stage or at the spa Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha There's a commotion that's goin' down I talk more shit then drown the clown I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say Ten nine eight seven six five four I get upon the mic and I'm a even the score One two three, three to two one Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip Pass me the mint for the julep Tell me everybody where is the love Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha Communicator check one two one two This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu Set the bullshit to warp factor one Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun Oh mai oui, you can catch me At Jean Vie with a pastry C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha Ha haha haha! Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin' Goin' rao rao with the Dungeons & Dragons You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind But if they don't dance and then they won't dance Then they can kiss my fuckin' ass 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Now what the blood clot, I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor? It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour A phenomenon pandemonium The club is blowing up like plutonium What's all the fanfare what's the to do We're known to bring the hullabaloo On stage or at the spa Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha There's a commotion that's goin' down I talk more shit then drown the clown I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say Ten nine eight seven six five four I get upon the mic and I'm a even the score One two three, three to two one Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip Pass me the mint for the julep Tell me everybody where is the love Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha Communicator check one two one two This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu Set the bullshit to warp factor one Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun Oh mai oui, you can catch me At Jean Vie with a pastry C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha Ha haha haha! Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin' Goin' rao rao with the Dungeons & Dragons You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind But if they don't dance and then they won't dance Then they can kiss my fuckin' ass 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check It's time to let'em know what we expect Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC Hold up wait up you know we come correct You wanna change things up, well hey just get set It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck It's easier to break things than build it correct We've got a president we didn't elect The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect And still the US just wants to flex Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill Hate filled people wanna keep us in check Tearin' down each other is what they expect If you want love well hey that's a bet We've got to give before we can get Waiting like a batter who is on deck When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck So let's calibrate and check our specs We need a little shift on over to the left I don't really know but I suspect I think it's due time that we inspect How they get their information and their facts are checked Another press conference someone's talking out their neck It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill So step up to the window and place your bets Is the US gonna keep breaking necks Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex And the military muscle that he wants to flex By the time Bush is done what will be left? Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque Environmental destruction and the national debt But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest What the real deal why you can't connect Why you hating people that you never met Didn't your mama teach you show some respect? Why not open your mind for a sec? It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
If You
If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere Run this rap game like a brigadier I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven Snares on the five and thirteen Rhymes on time and that's the given We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' The source of the problem is at the origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn Cerrone on the microphone I am Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar My rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that? Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed We're originators you can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e 'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle thus making their beauty a bit awkward |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
If You
If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere Run this rap game like a brigadier I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven Snares on the five and thirteen Rhymes on time and that's the given We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' The source of the problem is at the origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn Cerrone on the microphone I am Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar My rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that? Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed We're originators you can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e 'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle thus making their beauty a bit awkward |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight? The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh! Let me tell you what you can do Step outside the cone of silence Too much hatred and violence It's time to rewind We need a military decline Got the power of the mind focused Government like a locust Are we gone or just going? Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the Eyes on the prize and never wane Take the bull by the reins If you want it be the change Like Ghandi and MLK Wait up, got to change the system Need knowledge, power and wisdom Same way I rock this microphone Speak up, just let it be known Hey ladies, fellas And everyone between Take the power back, let them react And let's show them what we mean; Check it out Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the We can work, walk, march and protest Think about how we approach this Ask questions but they keep frontin' Due time we change a little something Hey yo don't you know Won't forget Amaduous Diallo To the crooked people and the crooked cops Got to spread love before the world goes pop Never again should we use the A-bomb We need an international ban on all W.O.M.D.'s gone We need a multilateral disarm Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the |
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from Beastie Boys - To The 5 Boroughs (2004)
Who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight? The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh! Let me tell you what you can do Step outside the cone of silence Too much hatred and violence It's time to rewind We need a military decline Got the power of the mind focused Government like a locust Are we gone or just going? Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the Eyes on the prize and never wane Take the bull by the reins If you want it be the change Like Ghandi and MLK Wait up, got to change the system Need knowledge, power and wisdom Same way I rock this microphone Speak up, just let it be known Hey ladies, fellas And everyone between Take the power back, let them react And let's show them what we mean; Check it out Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the We can work, walk, march and protest Think about how we approach this Ask questions but they keep frontin' Due time we change a little something Hey yo don't you know Won't forget Amaduous Diallo To the crooked people and the crooked cops Got to spread love before the world goes pop Never again should we use the A-bomb We need an international ban on all W.O.M.D.'s gone We need a multilateral disarm Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the |
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from Beastie Boys - Now Get Busy [single] (2004)
Whether in a penthouse or a cave dweller
I can tell you 'bout now I'm not a fortune teller Grab a treat from Yosi my muffin seller Got mad technique like Rudy Van Geller And yes I got a plan I'm a carry out it Yes I'm pro-choice I'm a scream and shout it Yes I love life and I try not to doubt it Yes I'm gonna body 'cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it When it rains I don't use an umbrella When I write rhymes, I use indeli-ble ink That will make you think Flowing like water that you love to drink NOW get busy Sweet like a ??? filled with Nutella Creamy like buffalo mozzarella Sneaking around you know I smell ya Well I play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya Well I could give a fuzz if ya think you're a baller Against a menehune ????? well you fall smaller Middle school rapper and the crowd gets your love If ya think about your grandma go ahead call her From the East Coast so I don't say hella At the mic stand my performance is stellar Pop the tape in and I listen to Fela I give a little shout to Nelson Mandela NOW get busy Known for the words that make you scream and holler I'm Count Dooku to your Queen Amidala Give a shout to Spiros or John Waller I'm a student of the game and a bonafide scholar So ease up on the bong to ease that coughin' Butter's on the table now watch it soften Bring in those beats and I'm a bring them muffin I'm a keep rappin' when I'm in my coffin Like a mind gone mad that is unwinding In a padded room the walls you're climbing Don't sign on the line if it looks binding Ya have to get loose and find the lining NOW get busy |
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from Beastie Boys - An Open Letter To Nyc [single] (2004)
Listen all you New Yorkers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L, we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York, I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city, we're ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911, we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York, I know a lot has changed Two towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen |
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from Beastie Boys - An Open Letter To Nyc [single] (2004)
Now, get busy
Once upon a time up on this mic MC's be really workin' on what they write With the sound delight we rock all night And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight We're international like Matt Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei Still around the way is where we'll stay Say what we mean, mean what we say Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and What we do now is future molding Columbine bowling, childhood stolen We need a bit more gun controlling Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!" Rockin' this flow I could go all night I'm not here to fight, or incite I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright I'm getting kind of tired of the situation The US attacking other nations And narrations on every station False election's got me losing my patience I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way And yes I got to say fuck the KKK And oh yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you say Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long I went to get a loan and they asked my race I wrote down human inside the space It's a disgrace how they try to debase It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice With the rhyme precise, the word is nice So please pass me the Reunite on ice Well let's go to work and not beserk 'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt Try to smooth it out like Levert Keep the mind alert and not revert Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long |
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from Beastie Boys - An Open Letter To Nyc [single] (2004)
I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here Because Your Crystal Bal Ain't So Crystal Clear So While You Sit Backand Wonder Why I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side Oh My, It's A Mirage I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin' You'll Shut Me Dow With A Push Of Your Button? But I'm Out And I'm Gone I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On 'Cause What You See You Might Not Get And We Can Bet So Don't You Get Souped Yet You're Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage I'm Trying To Tell You Now It's Sabotage Why; Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It But I'm Gonna Set It Straight This Watergate I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My Face But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle What Could It Be, It's A Miracle You're Scheming On A Thing; That's Sabotage |
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from Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out [single] (2004)
Grabbed the beat
Looped it up Saw my check Scooped it up Rock ignition Got to listen Change position Start transmission Point the camera Click the frame Use a high ASA I Like the grain Flip the script Start to trip Grabbed my hip Did the dip Rent a car Go upstate Hit the waterfall Jump in a lake Step in the place Move the crowd Cut the snake Walked right out Another day slips by Got to fix the mind I've got the mind maligned With I mean mine Got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track Take the 1 train Ride the Double L Go to Brooklyn Rock well Jump the gun Call your bluff Break the mold A diamond in the rough Ran the floor Grabbed a rock Spot it up Shot the shot Go pet Sam Said, "get off me" Check the machine "Adam this is Coffee" Brace myself Trace myself Pace myself Lace myself Check the mirror Start to melt Jump back Kiss myself Another day slips by I've got to fix my mind Because the mind's maligned With I mean mine I've got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self centered thing is keeping me off track Hug my Los Brush her teeth Read her books Put her to sleep Pack her lunch Drop her at school Head to the studio Turn on the Pro-tools Apple C Apple V Drop the beat Hit delete Hit record Smorgasbord Draw my sword Jump aboard Grab the phone Call my Dad Shared some love Felt so glad Went and called Freckles Told her I love her Ran home Got ran under the covers Another day slips by Got to fix the mind I've got the mind maligned With I mean mine Got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track |
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