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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 - Ill Communication (2004)
Butcher Me On The Court
Too Many Elbows To Report Now You're Poking Me In The Eye Bill Laimbeer Motherfucker, It's Time For You To Die Tough Guy, It's Time To Check Yourself Dribbling The Ball Like The Biz Can Be Bad For Your Health Tough Guy, What You Got To Prove Moving Like An Elephant, That's Your Favorite Tough Guy, Your Shit Is Going Out Tough Guy Box Me Out With Your Fat Ass Throw Me Around Like A Bounce Pass You've Got A Tombstone Hanging Over Your Dick Cause A Minor Earthquake When You Throw A Moving Pick Touch Guy, You Think You're Like The Shaq Keep Running Around, You'll Catch A Heart Attack Tough Guy, What Are You Giving Me The Way You're Playing Ball, You'll Stop Me From Living B Tough Guy, Tough Guy Tough Guy, You're Shit Is Weak Tough Guy, You Fucking Freak Tough Guy, I'll Stick I'll Stick Your Shit Tough Guy |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
B-boys makin' with the freak, freak
B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Oh yeah, somethin' brand new, for you Yeah, yeah, puttin' songs together Ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee Now let me introduce myself on this cut I'm Ad Rock I'm lit, like a motherfuck Well I'm brewin' up rhymes like I was usin' a still I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill This yacht's on the upright, this shit just ain't funny Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money I've got clientele you know I rock well And then you're on my dick because I'm D.F.L. Yeah Mike, cause playin' the bass is my favorite shit Might be a hack on the stand up, but I'm workin' at it I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station Yeah, uh Penn Station up on 8th ave. Listen all a 'yall, you'll get the ball bath He's got the savior faire because he's debonair Mike D with the vinyl and the grooves so rare And the rhymes that we're makin' are doo doo B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Shit, if it's gonna be that kinda party I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes Ah ha ha!!! B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Been makin' with the freak, freak so unique I've been learner from the elders now it's time to speak Ohh (echoing) That shit sounds nice Mike D come on and get it on y'all Talkin' shit about a mile a minute Put the wax on the table, let the DJ spin it Well excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon I'm gonna see the Knicks up at Madison Square Garden Like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo And the rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo You can't sleep cause you're Cindy Loo Hoo Down with the Hurra since the Raisin' Hell Tour Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more Yeah, Cindy what, I didn't catch that last one That shit sounded nice, but bust a fast one Well I'm not known for my speed raps So grab the microphone and cut out the claps Ah yeah, I like that shit it's kinda rough I grab the microphone and fuck it up! Aiy [echoing] Player, I might seem out there Just a little deranged I've gotta cool off, catch me at the drivin' range Well I'm the ladies choice like I was J.J. Evans Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens I'm talkin' PGA Pro Tour 2 Dr. Beeper's on the TV in my golfin' shoes Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot Then you throw me off the greens 'cause I'm strictly hip-hop I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm outti, so check me I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green I've got custom made boots with the spikey things I'm workin' on my drivin' cause I'm goin' pro I've got that funky fly golf gear from head to toe Yeah, B-Boys, makin' with the freak freak, with the freak freak Mario's callin' Nonny 'bout the pesto pizza And then he's on a mission and he's checkin' for Peacha B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak B-boys makin' with the freak, freak |
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Bobo On The Corner - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound (Chorus) Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (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 - Ill Communication (2004)
1-2 1-2 Keep It On
Listen To The Shit Because We Kick It Until Dawn Listen To The Abstract Got It Going On Listen To The Ladies Come On And Let Me Spawn All Your Eggs Then You You Go Up The River Listen To The Abstract That Freaky Nigger I'm Ad Rock And I Shock And I Tick And I Tock And I Can't Stop With The Body Rock See I've Got Heart Like John Starks Hitting Mad Sparks Pass Me The Mic And I'll Be Rocking The Whole Park I'm The M To The C To The A And It's A Must The Rhymes That We Bust On The Topic On Lust And My Moms Is Not Butt, But Fuck It Let Me Get Down To The Rhythm Yes I'm Getting Funky And I'm Shooting All My Jism Like John Holmes, The X-rated Nigger Listen To The Shit 'Cause I'm The Ill Figure Nobody's Getting Any Bigger Than This Ad Rock Down With The Ione Listen To The Shit Because Both Of Them Is Boney Got To Do It Like This Like Chachi And Joanie Because She's The Cheese And I'm The Macaroni So Why All The Fight And Why All The Fuss Becasue I Ain't Got No Dust Yea, You Know I'm Getting Silly I've Got A Grandma Hazel And A Grandma Tilly Grand Royalprez And I'm Also A Member Born On The Cusp In The Month Of November I Do The Patty Duke In Case You Don't Remember Well, I Freak A Funky Beat Like The Shit Was In A Blender Well, I'm Long Gone Word Is Born Don't Need A Mother Fucking Fool Telling Me Right From Wrong I Don't Think I'm Slick Nor Do I Play Like I'm Hard But I Shall Drive The Lane Like I Was Evan Bernhard And I've Working On My Game Because Life Is Taxing Got To Get It Together And See What's Happening I Go One Two Like My Name Was Biz Mark But I Had To Do The Shit Just Let Me Embark On The Lyric And The Noun And The Verb Let's Kick The Shit Off 'Cause Yo, I'm Not The Herb Well, It's Not The Herb But The Spice With The Flavor To Spare Tho Moog With The Funk For Your Derriere While We're On That Topic, Yes I Like To Mention When It Comes To Boning I'm Representing Spacing, Zoning, Talkin' On The Phone And My Brain Is Roaming And I Don't Know Where It's Going Talking Lots Of Shit A Little Tweaking On The Weekend I've Got To Get Him By The Reigns Because I Know That I'm Freaking Well, I'm A Funky Skull And I'm A Scorpio And When I Get My Flow I'm Dr On The Go So Q-tip, What You On The Mic For Because I Had To Talk About The Times That I Rhyme And When M.C.S Come In My Face, I'm Like Mace Because I Back Them Off With The Quills Nigger 'Cause I Tell You, Nigger 'Cause I'll Keep You Under Prills Resting On Nine One One Sixteenth Ave Off The Farmes Boulevard I'm From Manhattan M.C.A.'s From Brooklyn Yea, M.C.A., Your Shit Be Cooking Praying Mantis On The Court And I Can't Be Beat So, Yo Tip, What's Up With The Boot On Your Feet I've Got The Timbos On The Toes And This Is How It Goes Oh One Two, Oh My God One Two, Oh My God, I've Got Some Shit I've Got The Kung Fu Grip Behind My Green Trap Kit Never Ever Ever Smoking Crack Never Ever Ever Fucking Wack I Eat The Fuckin' Pineapple Now & Laters Listen To Me Now, Don't Listen To Me Later Fuck It 'Cause I Know I Didn't Make It Fuckin' Rhyme For Real But, Yo Technically I'm As Hard As Steel Gonna Get It Together, Watch It, Gonna Get It Together Ma Bell I'm Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Sabrosa - Beastie Boys
Sabrosa - Beastie Boys Sabrosa - Beastie Boys Sabrosa - Beastie Boys Sabrosa - Beastie Boys |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I Can Hear The Trumpets Blowing Screaming Out The End Of Time
Look Around And Listen And You'll See Every Sign The Waters Are Polluted As The Forests Are Cut Down Bombing And Drilling Deep Below Ground Check The Prophecies From Around The World And Look Around Now As It All Unfurls Look Into Yourself And See What Goes On Get A Feeling In Your Heart Of The Right From Wrong Because The Mother Earth Needs To Be Respected Been Far From Too Long That She's Been Neglected Race Against Race, Such A Foolish Waste It's Like Cutting Off Your Nose To Spit Your Face And At The End Of The Wars, What Was The Cost It's Clear That The Earth Was The One Who Lost We Are One With Her As She Is One With Us It's Unreal How She Is Treated So Unjust As Our Planet Grows Smaller Each And Every Day Everyone Affecting Everyone In Every Way We're All Citizens Of The Worl Community All Here Together And We're Searching For Unity Over The Years, I've Grown And Changed So Much Things I Know Now Years Ago, I Couldn't Touch There Are Things I've Done That I Wouldn't Do Again But I'm Glad That I Did 'Cause I've Learned From Them I Just Try To Stay Present Right Here, Right Now No Worries, No Fears And Without Any Doubts It's About Time 'Cause In These Times, These Changing Times A Transition Is Occuring And I Am Not Blind As The Pendlum Swings A New Age We Enter And With Every Swing, It Draws Closer To The Center Yes The Storm Before The Calm And The Wars That Lead To Love Things Must Run Their Course So We Push And We Shove But We're Here To Work It Out In One Way Or Another To Find A Mutual Respect For Ourselves And One Another And The True Key Is A Trust In Self For When I Trust Myself, I Fear No One Else I Took Control Of My Life, Just As Anyone Can I Want Everyone To See It's In The Palm Of Your Hand The Past Is Gone, The Future Yet Unborn But Right Here And Now Is Where It All Goes On I Know We Can Fix It And It's Not Too Late I Give Respect To King And His Nonviolent Ways I Dream And I Hope And I Won't Forget Someday I'm Going To Visit On A Free Tibet Someday I'm Going To See Us All Joined As One And It Would Be Too Bad To Blow It Up Before We're Done 'Cause We Long Behind The Rage Learning From The Pain The Love Behind The Tension Like The Sun Behind The Rain I'm Sending Loving Light To All That Is To All Creation And The Life We Live I'm Not Preaching Bull Shit, Just Speaking My Mind 'Cause I'm Here Now And It's About Time |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
"When two are served, you may begin to eat."
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Because I Grab The Microphone And I Pick It Up
And Then I Fuck It Up And Then I Turn It In And Then I Turn It Out, Got The Body Rockin' Sound And Then You Know I'm Gonna Get Down And Eat A Scooby Snack And Take Disco Nap Because I'm Shopping At Sears, 'Cause I Don't Buy At The Gap Sending This One Out To All The Funky Inspirations Pretty Purdie On The Drums With The Beat Relations Well, I'm Working On Rhymes, They're Coming Line By Line Trying To Put What I Feel Into Word And Rhymes I've Got A Feeling Coming On, I've Got To Make Some Shit A Little Something Stupid, For The Twisted And Sick Because I Drive Like A Maniac On The Streets And I Don't Give Fuck 'Cause I've Got The Beats Got My Nuts Swingin' From Left To Right And Right To Left And I'm Death Defying (Chorus) I Spin My Fortune On A Wheel Like Sajak Here's The Payback Keep Going Strong Like Since The Way Back I Try To Be Myself But I Lose Track 'Cause The Shit Gets Complicated Now I've Got To Get Back As We Learn To Breed Love For One Another In These Times Of Melding Cultures I Give Respect For What's Been Borrowed And Lent I Know This Music Comes Down From African Descent Because I Don't Need A Magic Potion Let Me Talk About Back Field In Motion My Girls Got Cheeks For Weeks And I'm Happy You Know I'm A Sneak Like My Old Grand Pappy I Gotta Give Thanks To My Man Archie Sheep For Staying True To Inspiration And I Don't Half Step So I Kick Out The Jams And Tell You Who I Am And I Talk To The People Like Les Mccann (Chorus) I Ask God For A Rhyme Or Two A Little Something For The Wise As Well As The Fool A Little Something To Affect A Little Taste Of Change For The Together And The Strong As Well As the Dearanged I'll Do You Right Like Bobby Knight And Then I'm Rapping On The Mic To The Broadway Light Stomp My Hands, I Clap My Feet And I'm Bugging Off Yusef Lateef I Got A Match To My Ass And I'm A Keep It Lit I Need To Get Some Cash, Call My Accountant Britt I'm Rushing Around Town Taking Care Of My Functions Always Got One More Thing So Forget About Function We Create This World And The Problems Go On Create Our Lives And The Things That Gor Wrong So To The Deaf, The Blind, Look Around And Listen To What It Is You Want And For What You're Wishing (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax
Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up 'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash And You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making Cash I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K. Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The Soul Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In My Grape Ape I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It And So The Story Goes On And On Down In S.D. 50 'till Early Morning |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Like The Black Birds I'm A Do It Fluid
Building Rhymes Like Buildings, Like A Stonehenge Druid Step Up And Get Enlightened, Educating My Mind I Play The Tape Forward, It's Not Time To Rewind Step Inside The Mother Fucker And I Get My Flow On Season's Change When It Comes Their Time Falls Brings The Winter And On Back To Springtime Well, It's The King Ad Rock And That's Who I Am Listen All Of Y'all I'm Not The Son Of Sam 'Cause I'm Thin And I Don't Grin And I'm Not A Grinner But Check It Out People 'cause I Love To Go And Swim Caught Up On The Phone Fiber Optic Distraction Information Super Highway Got The Brain Contraction I'm The Kung Fu Master Vs. The Sumo Wrestler Got The Beats In Manhatten You Can Hear In Westchester Well, My Mother Was Born Out In Coney Island Raised On The L.E.S. Manhatten Island My Dad Camo Out From Detroit And They Had Me And Back On Through Ellis Island Goes Through The Family Tree Well, I'm A Six Point Seven On The Richter Scale I've Got Rhymes Gallot And Then I Never Fail Like Gravy On Potatos, Luke To Darth Vader I'm A Souped Up Sucker And I'll See You All Later (Chorus) You See Me Coming Down The Block With The Funky cuts You Say Mike D. And I Say Mic These Nuts I've Got Attractions Like I'm Elvis Costello Adam Yauch Grab The Mic 'Cause You Know You're My Mellow Well When I Get It Into The Zone I'm Gonna Take My Mind To A Place Where It's All One My Shit Is On And The Rhyme Style's Kicking My Brain Is Flowing Honest Like Abe Lincoln 'Cause I'm The Fuckin' Rythm Ace With The Rhyme Selection Listen All Y'all I Rap With Perfection Because I Got The Mother Fuckin' Old School Flavor That You Savor So Watch Your Behavior Talking Other Dimensions, Levels Higher Why Did Billy Joel Say "We Didn't Start The Fire" Take You To Another Realm, Another Level I've Got The Funky Rhymes But I'm Not The Funky Devil I Step From Minute To Minute, Lifetime To Lifetime Step From Stage To Stage To See It All Unwind Slowly But Surely I Seek To Find My Mind And Every Wall That I Face Is Ow My Own Desig Glendale Boulevard Boulevard Glendale Boulevard Is Where I'm At It's Where I'm At, Where I Live Check It Out Because My Head Is Like A Siv And We Turn It Out (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest (chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face (repeat chorus) Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage (repeat chorus) I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six-acap |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Some Ball
Walking Down The Stairs And Then He Starts To Fall Add On Two Joints And Then He Starts To Sweat Two Hundred Seventy Five Pounds That You Can't Forget Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Spend All Your Money On Your Health Insurance Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Keep On Getting Bigger Because You Know That You Can Why Do You Force Yourself On Top Of That Girl Laugh With All Your Buddies Because It's A Man's Man's World Someday That Shit Will Come Back To You You've Been Throwing Your Weight Around And Your Shit Is Through Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Going Nowhere, Got No Master Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Heart Attack (Mosh Part) Weighs In At Two Seventy Five My Man Is Lucky To Be Alive Smokin' And Drinkin' Too The Heart Attack Man Is Gonna Be Running Over You Got No God Damn Respect Had To Put The Big Big Bitch In Check Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Lungs Full Of Tar And A Stomach Full Of Spam Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Time To Change Your Ways Heart Attack Man |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I Don't get Blind Most Of The Time I Don't Drink Wine
I Took A Sledge Hammer And I Broke My Nine Because Is Mine, Word Is Born I Rhyme And Everey Day I Write The Book Down Line By Line I'm Feeling Good When I Do It Like This So Come On And Turn It Up Because You Can't Resist Because I'm Back With Another Track Wich You Lack 'Cause Things Is Wack And That's A Fact Because I'm On Time, You're Shouting Rewind You Know It's Ad Rock That's Blowing Your Mind My Shit Is Rough And You Know It Is So Damn Tough I'm Getting Intense, Not Talking Nonsese I Made Up My Mind, Not Sitting On The Fence I Don't Always The Right From The Wrong I Do My Best To Figure It Out And Work It Out In The Long I Try To Do A Lot More Than I Can Chew Balance Out My Ambition's What I've Got To Do Because You Hide In Broad Day Light, A Parasite A Hypocrite, You Take A Peek Quick You Turn Your Nose Up, You Think You're High Up You Play It Real Safe And Now Your Shit's Fake I Seen You Hawking And Then You Clock My Style And Then You Try To Play It Off Like You Think You're Wild D.I.Y. That Means Do It Yourself Don't Sit Around Waiting For Someone's Help Don't Sit Back And Say Good Enough Keep On Striving, Reinventing But Keeping It Off The Cuff So Kick The Level Up Cuhootnified Mackadocius Vibes Positively Fortified I'm Throwing Rhymes Kicking Them Downtown Traveling High Speed Through The Underground I Kick It Free Style, Make It Worth Your While I've Got Shelves Of Rhymes That I Keep On File I'm Feeling Good Now Back Home Again New York City Is The City That I Feel At Home In A Blast From The Grasshoff Awhile It's Been Stepping Into The Future Again I'm Straight From The 88 To 93 To 94, I'm Out The Door Step Into The Party With The Fila Fresh Gear People Looking At Me Like I Was David Koresh Here Kicking Rhymes From The Heart 'Cause That's Where I'm At Fuck The Bullshit, Be It Far From Me To Pop That In The Search For Truth, I Go A Lot Of Ways There's Not A Lot Of Peace, That I Find These Days I Try To Stay Cool, I Try To Stay Calm But My Life Is Getting Hectic Like A Smoke Bomb So I'll Say It Like The Group Huggy Bear There's A Boy-Grrrl Revolution Of Wich You Should Be Aware You Can't Dis Me, It Ain't Worth It, B You Put Yourself Down And You Don't Even See Cause I Don't Play That, I Know Who I Am For A Minute, I Did But Now I'm Back Again I'm Feeling Strong See, Trust Myself G Well I Stopped Smoking Cheeba And That Was Part Of The Key We've Got Fire, We Need Water, So I Guess I Ought To Leave You Broke In A Comatose State Of Mind And I'm Blind And I'm Working Overtime, So Check It I Keep My Rhymes In A Little Black Book And I Know You Want To Take Another Look |
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Shambala - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
As I Develop The Awakening Mind I Praise The Buddha As They Shine
I Bow Before You As I Travel My Path To Join Your Ranks, I Make My Full Time Task For The Sake Of All Beings I Seek The Enlighted Mind That I Know I'll Reap Respect To Shantideva And All The Others Who Brought Down The Darma For Sisters And Brothers I Give Thanks For This World As A Place To Learn And For This Human Body That I'm Glad To Have Earned And My Deepest Thanks To All Sentient Beings For Without Them There Would Be No Place To Learn What I'm Seeing There's Nothing Here That's Not Been Said Before But I Put It Down Now So I'll Be Sure To Solidify My Own Views And I'll Be Glad If It Helps Anyone Else Out Too If Others Disrespect Me Or Give Me Flack I'll Stop And Think Before I React Knowing That They're Going Through Insecure Stages I'll Take The Opportunity To Exercise Patience I'll See It As A Chance To Help The Other Person Nip It In The Bud Before It Can Worsen A Change For Me To Be Strong And Sure As I Think On The Buddhas Who Have Come Before As I Praise And Respect The Good They've Done Knowing Only Love Can Conquer In Every Situation We Need Other People In Order To Create The Circumstances For The Learning That We're Here To Generate Situations That Bring Up Our Deepest Fears So We Can Work To Release Them Until They're Cleared Therefore, It Only Makes Sense To Thank Our Enemies Despite Their Intent The Bodhisattva Path Is One Of Power And Strength A Strength From Within To Go The Length Seeing Others Are As Important As Myself I Strive For A Happiness Of Mental Wealth With The Interconnectedness That We Share As One Every Action That We Take Affects Everyone So In Deciding For What A Situation Calls There Is A Path For The Good For All I Try To Make My Every Action For That Highest Good With The Altruistic Wish To Achive Buddhahood So I Pledge Here Before Everyone Who's Listening To Try To Make My Every Action For The Good Of All Beings For The Rest Of My Lifetimes And Even Beyond I Vow To Do My Best To Do No Harm And In Times Of Doubt I Can Think On The Dharma And The Enlightened Ones Who've Graduated Samsara |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
It's like that y'all and you don't quit (x4)
Like Frankenstein or Count Dracula I grab the mic and then I f**k it up I never settle for less and that's a fact I'm lettin' you know we not the wack wack We're nice and all that (c'mon) and I'm a keep goin' (yup) Bound to make money off the shit that I'm growing Like that y'all and you don't quit Keep it on y'all rock the sure shit I put the pen to the paper and I went off I'm dropping knowledge and wisdom like a mad head dog Step into the function 'cause I'm representing Lyrics on the brain and they sit fermenting I try to go and learn the give and the go Free up my mind let loose with the lyric flow Trying to get frank get back, get back, right Trying to stay positive and feeling allright It's like that y'all and ya don't quit So pass the pen and then pass the pad Like DJ Run there was nothin' ever like (??) The sex rhyme kid is back in the panic Gonna drop the ball on my damn mechanic F**kin' up my Nova, (naw) f**kin' up my life, (shit) F**kin' with my world, cause he's f**kin' with the pipe (aw damn) Like the saying goes, you gotta call and duke it off Ask Juanito, he'll tell you all about it Gettin' rhymed in the mind, two hits in a car Put my pager on private, jerk myself off, Weight on my shoulders and now I'm stressin' Gotta get back and count my blessings Stuck on my cellular, I can't get off This ride is in motion and I can't get let off Get my penis stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated Realized I was trying to get my brain notated It's like that y'all and ya don't quit (x4) |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Actin' like the last generation on earth
You're gonna fuck up a place for new birth You're cutting the last of the forests on the planet Only a few hundred years since Columbus landed Well it's due time that we look and pay attention As the windows who knows show the knowledge with us 'Cause it's the one that we prayed for, from on the earth I give the wisdom to folks, you know whole worth In these great times we still neglect When they invent this land, don't give the due respect 'Cause the FBI and the CIA The whole federal government, the FDA Well, the system doesn't work and it must be changed And there's more people in the pen everyday So I visualize resolution Yo, everyday is in a state of evolution Evolution time Evolution time Revolution time Revolution time Revelation time Revelation time Resolution time Resolution We come a long way with the peace in the East But on the home front, they're wild in the streets As it gets got hear a changing in same And this is the Millennium still felt today I hear the same stories time after time The stories of fear, through violent crimes Committed by hatred by satient beings Who shall loose by kindness and it's plain to see Now we don't have to stand for this oppression any longer If we stand together, there's nothing stronger We must interconnect it as though we sure have won If we want to avoid planetary destruction So I work and I work because the hate in my mind Has assumed the truth and I know I'll find And I visualize resolution See it all as a state of constant evolution Evolution time Evolution time Revolution time Revolution time Revelation time Revelation time Resolution time Resolution The world leaders were terrified of loosing their pride Their spoiled children tellin' little wack lies Vanishing numbers of unimaginable destruction Sure as we boast they're at their last production Threatening and challenging nature against nation Walkin' down the road of total annihilation Sprouting threats is insecure Guns are for the fighting and they're immature And it all stems from self-important police Thinking that we're better than our fellow human beings So I wanna empower the limit I can And pass it along so we can do pass the pan Some times I sit and I watch my mind Watchin' my thoughts as they reel and wind And stop and visualize resolution For everyday is in a state of evolution Evolution time Evolution time Revolution time Revolution time Revelation time Revelation time Resolution time Resolution |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your Oakley's, stone wash on Watching MTV and you watch on And #1 on the side and don't touch the back And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack Mullet head, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides and don't touch the back Shiny chrome rims never rusted Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted Never trusted, mullet head You know you took that girl to bed Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah Spike the top because the week-end is here You wanna know what's a mullet? Well, I got a little story to tell About a hair style that's way of life Have you ever seen a mullet wife? Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee 'Cause you don't know about the mullet head Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head Put me on trial, I'm worth your while Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man Got The New York Post, read that story About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world A real lover man, a real Casanova Joey got horny and now he's over Amy got pissed, shot his wife Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life Cut the sides, don't touch the back The back, the back [Incomprehensible] |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I said I'll make you shake your ass like les macan And the you're out talking shit like yosemite sam You've got the elephant feet like les mccan Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay 'cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand I'm changing my middle name to first trem I'm walking on the rhythm like philippe petite I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke I heard the captain's gonna sign him to jive and that's the truth Taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery Produce organic from my own yard Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb Waking up my long joint, ready to get some Looking at my board and my old boots Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth And on the court I've got game like my brother matt I give a shout out so where you at But don't get souped mathew 'cause I'm a take ya Horatio park right now and I'm a shake ya Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out I need some inspiration so get the best out Like rock master scott, I'm on the request line Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time Good vibes flowing all around Not a worry in mind as the friends around A shout out to linda riding pow forever Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy Got beats like bobalou on 'i love lucy' I'm not like the skipper on 'fantasy island' I'm more like captain shtupping when I go back whylin' The cire traverse out to death shoot Or s.t.h. when they let me back at the deuce 'cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff Down with bubble gum and ninth creation Get down we've got the sound sensation Kid fresh is back from the 80's And we're doing it for the ladies (chorus) |
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from Clueless (클루리스) by David Kitay [ost] (1995)
Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your Oakley's, stone wash on Watching MTV and you watch on And #1 on the side and don't touch the back And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack Mullet head, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides and don't touch the back Shiny chrome rims never rusted Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted Never trusted, mullet head You know you took that girl to bed Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah Spike the top because the week-end is here You wanna know what's a mullet? Well, I got a little story to tell About a hair style that's way of life Have you ever seen a mullet wife? Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee 'Cause you don't know about the mullet head Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head Put me on trial, I'm worth your while Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man Got The New York Post, read that story About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world A real lover man, a real Casanova Joey got horny and now he's over Amy got pissed, shot his wife Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life Cut the sides, don't touch the back The back, the back [Incomprehensible] |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
1, 2
We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
Lighten up, Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now
Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest (chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face (repeat chorus) Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage (repeat chorus) I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six-acap |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound (Chorus) Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound (Chorus) Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down It's Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin' Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down Come Up Representing From The Upper West Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py 'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound (Chorus) Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" It Feels To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On (Chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? - it's time to get ill Went outside my house - I went down to the deli I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam - I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? - it's time to get ill |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Some Ball
Walking Down The Stairs And Then He Starts To Fall Add On Two Joints And Then He Starts To Sweat Two Hundred Seventy Five Pounds That You Can't Forget Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Spend All Your Money On Your Health Insurance Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Keep On Getting Bigger Because You Know That You Can Why Do You Force Yourself On Top Of That Girl Laugh With All Your Buddies Because It's A Man's Man's World Someday That Shit Will Come Back To You You've Been Throwing Your Weight Around And Your Shit Is Through Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Going Nowhere, Got No Master Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Heart Attack (Mosh Part) Weighs In At Two Seventy Five My Man Is Lucky To Be Alive Smokin' And Drinkin' Too The Heart Attack Man Is Gonna Be Running Over You Got No God Damn Respect Had To Put The Big Big Bitch In Check Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Lungs Full Of Tar And A Stomach Full Of Spam Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Time To Change Your Ways Heart Attack Man |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
The Maestro
Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man. |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax
Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up 'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash And You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making Cash I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K. Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The Soul Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In My Grape Ape I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It And So The Story Goes On And On Down In S.D. 50 'till Early Morning |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight Ain't nobody got to spell it for me Ain't nobody got to yell I can see Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I'll yell in your ear Time for living Time for giving (x4) Ain't nobody to to spell it for me I said ain't nobody got to yell I can see I said ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I will yell in your ear Soul fire Soul fire And we ain't got no water We don't have no water Time for living time for giving No time for making up a monster to sell Time for living time for giving No time for breakin' out a lie to sell |
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from Beastie Boys - Root Down [single] (1995)
I wish for peace between the races
Someday We shall All be One *Why fight yourself* This one is called "rectify" There's something coming to the surface There's fire all around But this is all illusion I've seen better days than this one I've seen better nights than this one Tension is rebuilding Something's got to give Something's got to give Someday We shall All be One *Jesus Christ we're nice* |
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from Beastie Boys - Sure Shot [single] (1994)
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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Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your Oakley's, stone wash on Watching MTV and you watch on And #1 on the side and don't touch the back And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack Mullet head, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides and don't touch the back Shiny chrome rims never rusted Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted Never trusted, mullet head You know you took that girl to bed Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah Spike the top because the week-end is here You wanna know what's a mullet? Well, I got a little story to tell About a hair style that's way of life Have you ever seen a mullet wife? Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee 'Cause you don't know about the mullet head Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head Put me on trial, I'm worth your while Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man Got The New York Post, read that story About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world A real lover man, a real Casanova Joey got horny and now he's over Amy got pissed, shot his wife Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life Cut the sides, don't touch the back The back, the back [Incomprehensible] |
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from Beastie Boys - Sure Shot [single] (1994)
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I said I'll make you shake your ass like les macan And the you're out talking shit like yosemite sam You've got the elephant feet like les mccan Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay 'cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand I'm changing my middle name to first trem I'm walking on the rhythm like philippe petite I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke I heard the captain's gonna sign him to jive and that's the truth Taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery Produce organic from my own yard Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb Waking up my long joint, ready to get some Looking at my board and my old boots Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth And on the court I've got game like my brother matt I give a shout out so where you at But don't get souped mathew 'cause I'm a take ya Horatio park right now and I'm a shake ya Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out I need some inspiration so get the best out Like rock master scott, I'm on the request line Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time Good vibes flowing all around Not a worry in mind as the friends around A shout out to linda riding pow forever Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy Got beats like bobalou on 'i love lucy' I'm not like the skipper on 'fantasy island' I'm more like captain shtupping when I go back whylin' The cire traverse out to death shoot Or s.t.h. when they let me back at the deuce 'cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff Down with bubble gum and ninth creation Get down we've got the sound sensation Kid fresh is back from the 80's And we're doing it for the ladies (chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls To all the French girls To all the Oriental girls Chinese Japanese To all the Swiss girls To the Italian women To the Upper East Side mobiles To all the Jamaican girls And to the topless dancers Australian and Brazilian To the southern belles To the Puerto Rican girls To the stewardesses flying around the world |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Jeb.. get away from the bar-b-que man Don... get the hell away from that thing Don's, give me a kiss Won't you come and give me a kiss |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
The best in men's clothing
Call Paul's Boutique ask for Janice The number is ah (718) 498-1043 That's Paul's Boutique and they're in Brooklyn |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
People How You Doing There's A New Day Dawning
For The Earth Mother It's A Brand New Morning For Such A Long While There's Been Such A Longing But Now The Sun Is Shining Let's Roll Back The Awning This Is A Type Of Kinda Like A Formal Dedication Giving Out A Shout For Much Inspiration All I Ever Really Want To Do Is Get Nice Get Loose And Goof My Little Slice Of Life Sendin' Out Love To All Corners Of The Land Jump Up On The Stage And Take The Mic In My Hand Not Playin' The Roll Just Being Who I Am And If You Try To Dis Me I Couldn't Give A Damn 'Cause I'm Rockin' Bass From The Back Of My Car Feels Soothing Right Bazookas Is What I'm Using I'm Mike D And It's Been Proven I Love It When I See The Party People Get Movin' Strapped On The Bar Goggles And What Did I See But The Music Brought The People Into Harmony |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Funky Boss Get Off My Back
Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece
But If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least What's Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk True Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk And This Is Me, Y'All- I M.C., Y'All My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please And Now I'd Like To Introduce I'll Pass The Mic To D. For A Fist Full Of Truth The Name Is D., Y'All And I Don't Pay And I Can Rock A Block Party 'Til Your Hair Turns Grey "So, What You Sayin'?" I Explode On Site And Like Jimmy Walker I'm "Dynomite" And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic So Adrock C'mon And Do Anything You Like I'm The A.D.R.O.C.K. In The Place With The Bass I'm Going All The Way I Can't Stop Y'All Tick Tock Y'All And If You Think That You're Slick You'll Catch A Brick Y'All 'Cause I'm A Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out But For Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn' So Rock Rock Y'All Tick Tock Y'All To The Beat Y'All C'mon And Rock Y'All I Give Thanks For Inspiration It Guides My Mind Along The Way A Lot Of People Get Jealous, They're Talking About Me But That's Just 'Cause They Haven't Got A Thing To Say Everybody's Rapping Like It's A Commercial Actin' Like Life Is A Big Commercial So This Is What I've Got To Say To You All Be True To Yourself And You Will Never Fall And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To The A So What's Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A. I've Been Coming To Where I Am From The Get Go Find That I Can Groove With The Beat When I Let Go So Put Your Worries On Hold Get Up And Groove With The Rhythm In Your Soul And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To My Brother Adrock C'mon And Shine Like A Light Yes Yes Y'All And Yes Yes Y'All I'm Always On Time Never The Less Y'All And That's Right Y'All, I Shed Light Y'All I've Got No Time In My Life To Get Uptight Y'All So What You Gonna Say That I Don't Know Already? I'm Like Clyde And I'm Rockin' Steady But Time Flies When You're Having Fun So Mike D C'mon And Get Some M.I.K.E. To The D. You Come And See Me And You Pay A Fee Do What I Do Professionally To Tell The Truth I Am Exactly What I Want To Be Now Ad-Rock And M.C.A. Let's Rock This Joint In The Old School Way Well I'm On 'Til The Crack Of Dawn Mowing Down M.C.'s Like I'm Mowing A Lawn I Go Off Like Nothing Can Phase Me You Think We'll Ever Meet Stevie? One Of These Days, D But I Can Stand My Ground And I Am Down To Wax An M.C Who Acts Like A Clown But For Now, I'd Like To Ask You How You Like The Feel Of The Bass In Your Face In The Crowd |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What's Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What'd You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It's So Free This Kind Of Feeling It's Like Life It's So Appealing When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think That The World Owes You What's Gonna Set You Free Look Inside And You'll See When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Lighten up, Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now
Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Let's
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing Onions I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand 'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch, Let's Tear It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff "I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough" |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information From You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes You Can't Front On That Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time This Time I'm Losing My Mind You Can't Front On That But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No'Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach You Can't Front On That So What'cha Want |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home
They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home Oh They're Comin' Home |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight Ain't nobody got to spell it for me Ain't nobody got to yell I can see Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I'll yell in your ear Time for living Time for giving x 4 Ain't nobody to to spell it for me I said ain't nobody got to yell I can see I said ain't nobody got the pain I can hear But if I have to I will yell in your ear Soul fire Soul fire And we ain't got no water We don't have no water Time for living time for giving No time for making up a monster to sell Time for living time for giving No time for breakin' out a lie to sell |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I Wish For Peace Between The Races Someday We Shall All Be One
Why Fight Yourself This One's Called Rectify There's Something Coming To The Surface There's Fire All Around But This Is An Illusion I've Seen Better Days Than This One I've Seen Better Nights Than This One Tension Is Rebuilding Something's Got To Give Someday We Shall All Be One Jesus Christ We're Nice |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
(Beastie Boys)
Our Evening Began In Peter Scharro's Confortable Study In His New York Townhouse Where The Candle Light Was Just Right The HiFi Was In The Background And The Wine Was Delicious... [Laughing] What's The Secret Peter Naturally I'll Say Its The Wine Mmm It Does Go Well With The Chicken Delicious again Peter |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Who is the man coming down your block
It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well
Back to the beat y'all Down with the sound so sweet y'all Just how fresh can you get y'all Those that are blessed say yes y'all 'Cause I'm a come inside and do my thing I'm gonna take off my drawers and let myself swing Tantalize my tummy with a boo boo snack But now I got to get back Gonna break it down to the nitty grit Gonna tell you motherfuckers Why you ain't shit 'Cause suckers like you Just make me strong When you're popping that bullshit all day long I'm gonna bust my shoes I'm gonna bust my socks I'm gonna spread my word >From standing on this box This drive through world it just ain't right Gonna run to Joe and Tony's And get my hair cut nice Well come on y'all and let's work it out I'm trying to get up So don't you get me down Life I love you now give me a pound Up from the frying pan into the fire Look within and try to admire what's going on |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I Ride On The Bus Into The City Everyday
I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island With That Foxy Lady Too But When I Awaken I Must Be Mistaken I'm On Third Avenue Won't You Take Me Away And Take Away Me |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know Why it's'cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin' I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feelin' that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked! You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn't finish 'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'Cause you're wack son Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your shit'll be stinking When I go for mine And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all You can't say shit Because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all over the long haul You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day
As I feel this reality gently fade away Riding on a thought to see where it's from Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come Smoke paints the air Swirling images through my mind Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting As time slips by Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky And I sit And I think to myself And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb And it seems like it's been so long since he shined But I'm sure it was only yesterday A cold chill of fear cut through me I felt my heart contract To my mind I brought the image of light And I expanded out of it My fear was just a shadow And then I voice spoke in my head And she said dark is not the opposite of light It's the absence of light And I thought to myself She knows what she's talking about And for a moment I know What it was all about |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Bobo On The Corner - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Sabrosa - Beastie Boys
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
"When two are served, you may begin to eat."
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest (chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face (repeat chorus) Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage (repeat chorus) I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six-acap |
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from Beastie Boys - Ill Communication (2004)
Shambala - Beastie Boys
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Transitions - Beastie Boys
Transitions - Beastie Boys Transitions - Beastie Boys Transitions - Beastie Boys Transitions - Beastie Boys |
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from Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out! (1996)
A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day
As I feel this reality gently fade away Riding on a thought to see where it's from Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come Smoke paints the air Swirling images through my mind Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting As time slips by Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky And I sit And I think to myself And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb And it seems like it's been so long since he shined But I'm sure it was only yesterday A cold chill of fear cut through me I felt my heart contract To my mind I brought the image of light And I expanded out of it My fear was just a shadow And then I voice spoke in my head And she said dark is not the opposite of light It's the absence of light And I thought to myself She knows what she's talking about And for a moment I know What it was all about. |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
People How You Doing There's A New Day Dawning
For The Earth Mother It's A Brand New Morning For Such A Long While There's Been Such A Longing But Now The Sun Is Shining Let's Roll Back The Awning This Is A Type Of Kinda Like A Formal Dedication Giving Out A Shout For Much Inspiration All I Ever Really Want To Do Is Get Nice Get Loose And Goof My Little Slice Of Life Sendin' Out Love To All Corners Of The Land Jump Up On The Stage And Take The Mic In My Hand Not Playin' The Roll Just Being Who I Am And If You Try To Dis Me I Couldn't Give A Damn 'Cause I'm Rockin' Bass From The Back Of My Car Feels Soothing Right Bazookas Is What I'm Using I'm Mike D And It's Been Proven I Love It When I See The Party People Get Movin' Strapped On The Bar Goggles And What Did I See But The Music Brought The People Into Harmony |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Funky Boss Get Off My Back
Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back Funky Boss Get Off My Back |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
If you can feel what i'm feeling then it's a musical masterpiece
If you can hear what i'm dealing with then that's cool at least What's running through my mind comes through in my walk True feelings are shown from the way that i talk And this is me y'all, i m.c. y'all My name is m.c.a. and i still do what i please And now i'd like to introduce what's up? I'll pass the mic to d. for a fist full of truth The name is d. y'all and i don't play And i can rock a block party 'til your hair turns grey So, what you sayin'? i explode on site I'm like jimmy walker i'm dynomite And now i'd like to pass the mic To adrock c'mon and do anything you like I'm the a.d.r.o.c.k. In the place with the bass i'm going all the way I can't stop y'all tock tick y'all And if you think that you're slick you'll catch a brick y'all 'cause i'm a turn it in and i'm a turn it out But now i've got to pass the mic to yauch Well on and on and on and on i can't stop y'all 'til the early morn' So rock rock y'all tick tock y'all to the beat y'all C'mon and rock y'all I give thanks for inspiration it guides my mind along the way A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say Everybody's rapping like it's a commercial Actin' like life is a big commercial So this is what i've got to say to you all Be true to yourself and you will never fall And now i'd like to pass the mic to the a So what's your name, yauch? my name is m.c.a. I've been coming to where i am from the get go Find that i can groove with the beat when i let go So put your worries on hold Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul And now i'd like to pass the mic To my brother adrock c'mon and shine like a light Yes yes y'all and yes yes y'all I'm always on time never the less y'all And that's right y'all, i shed light y'all I've got no time in my life to get uptight y'all So what you gonna say that i don't know already? I'm like clyde and i'm rockin' steady But time flies when you're having fun So mike d that's me c'mon and get some M.i.k.e. to the d. You come and see me and you pay a fee Do what i do professionally To tell the truth i am exactly what i want to be Now ad-rock huh? and m.c.a. yeh? Let's rock this joint in the old school way Well i'm on 'til the crack of dawn Mowing down m.c.'s like i'm mowing a lawn I go off like nothing can phase me You think we'll ever meet stevie? one of these days, d. But i can stand my ground and i am down To wax an m.c. who acts like a clown But for now, i'd like to ask you how You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What's Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What'd You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It's So Free This Kind Of Feeling It's Like Life It's So Appealing When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate's Grown Strong You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think That The World Owes You What's Gonna Set You Free Look Inside And You'll See When You've Got So Much To Say It's Called Gratitude |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Lighten up, Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now
Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Right Now Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Gotta' Lighten Up Shine Like The Sun |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information From You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes You Can't Front On That Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time This Time I'm Losing My Mind You Can't Front On That But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach You Can't Front On That So What'cha Want |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Biz Vs. The Nuge
The Beatsie Boys They Are They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home They're Comin' Home Oh They're Comin' Home |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
(Beastie Boys)
Our Evening Began In Peter Scharro's Confortable Study In His New York Townhouse Where The Candle Light Was Just Right The HiFi Was In The Background And The Wine Was Delicious... [Laughing] What's The Secret Peter Naturally I'll Say Its The Wine Mmm It Does Go Well With The Chicken Delicious again Peter |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to And when I find that I don't know about Just what to do I turn and look within to see what I should do Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation For rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love vibe As the earth spins into brand new day I see the light on the horizons's not fading away Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun No need to hide and no place to run Got the vibrations of the music Bringing light to your mind So you can move and groove And feel the beat of the time Sense the power in the air as it starts to move You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose Contemplation time, intuition time Evolution time, resolution time Free your mind it's time for good times And let yourself move it's a time to shine Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside Breaking fool with no need to hide I got the music cuttin' throught me Takin' control of my soul I can't hold back I've got to let go Stand together people come together now It's about time we've got to get together y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
The Maestro
Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro (Speech) I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! (Routine, then speech) Who is the man. |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
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We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here We Got The Beasie Boys They're My Boys M.C.A, Rock Rock On And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On And My Man Cool V., Rock Rock On To The To The Beats Ya'll And You Don't Stop We Give You Over To The MC I Say Rock The Mic You Wanna Get Down With The Beat And Be The Likeings Of An MC, Go With The MC Talk Check Out The Brother Man, I'm From New York B. On C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K And I'm Not Gonna Waka Wreck Your Day Now I Can Go all Night With The Rhymes That I Write Well Agree That Is Me 'Cause I Am Never Like Mylia A Hip A Hip Ya'll I Say Trip Ya'll You Wanna Get Down With The MC With The Back Bone Flip With The Boogaloo Flu I'm Down With The Crew Gotta Rock You, Waa You White Or Blue Or Black Or Green Shinnky Corse Of Yellow Would You Listen To Me I Don't Rhyme Accapello Did You Like The Drummer The Drummer Get Funky Get Funky Yo, Get Funky Drummer That Sound - Ouuu Agh Yea Get Funky Everybody In On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This And When You're Gettin' On Down With The Sounds That You Like You Know It's Me Biz Markie I Say I Do What I Like Well My Man The Origional King ADRock And My Man M.C.A. and My Man Mike Rock On The Drums In The Drum Of An MCC Did You Get The Legend Of The Aussi The Other Day R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A Or Daga-E Every Record That I'll Make I'll Aways Be And If You Think That You Can Get On Down Well Like A Sound That's Rockin' All Over the Town And If You Wanna Hear The S.K.V And The Crew Thay Call The Beasie Esa-Q Love Said We Rock the House You Don't Wanna Doubt 'Em Cause We Turn The Party Out We In The Studio Of The Beasie Boys You Know We Have The One On The Noise With the Beat I Put In The Mouth And I Rock The Brothers Out I Get On That With A Sound I Turn The Party Out The Origional Origional B Down With My Man By The Name Of Mike D Can't Forget M.C.A. And King ADRock And We Guarantee To But You In Shock That's What I Told You The Origional B. I See When I Go Rockin' With The Crew With My Man Plugin' Guitar And Plugin' The Bass It Don't Matter We Be Rockin' And Dogin' People's Face And Everytime That You Hear The Origional And You Know That I'm Never Here And Wanna Get Down 'Cause I Put You In a Trance Oh, You Wanna Get Funky Hey We Gettin' Funky In Here I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That Is Right Right About Now I'd Like To Say Good Night This Is A New Rendetion We Call It Gettin' Funky With The Beasie Boys Shit Check Out This Shake Yo We Gonna End It On A 1 2 3 Though Are You Ready 1 2 1 2 3 Aghhhh-Uhhh |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Mark On The Bus
I Ride On The Bus Into The City Everyday I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island With That Foxy Lady Too But When I Awaken I Must Be Mistaken I'm On Third Avenue Won't You Take Me Away And Take Away Me |
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from Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (1992)
Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know Why it's cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin' I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feelin' that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked! You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle. So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn't finish 'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'Cause you're wack son Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your shit'll be stinking When I go for mine And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all You can't say shit Because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all over the long haul You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all |
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