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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
I stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W I got lucky I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I schlepped on my mitten Can't get better odds 'cause I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the tool Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Customs jail me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed ??? Not perfect grammar always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds (Out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother) Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side 'Cause you know why a you see H I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many Know alota funky girls who like to do their thing A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit man I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's limp dick Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie 'Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you clock me you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac (My veins are like vines Filled with red wine) Poetry in motion coconut lotion I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Give time for your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out now, and keep peacing out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Jeb.. get away from the bar-b-que man Don... get the hell away from that thing Don's, give me a kiss Won't you come and give me a kiss |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh my god now take a look at me My life line's run by AT&T They got their wires all up in me Is push and pull the way it's got to be Once again I'm all wrapped up in me and me |
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from Beastie Boys - 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 - Hello Nasty (2006)
Body movin, body movin,
A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin, body movin, We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc Let your spine unwind just take a risk I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn Tell me party people is that so wrong The ship is docking, inter-lockin And up-rockin electro-shocking We're getting down computer action Do the robotic satisfaction All of y'all get off the wall Have a ball and get involved with Body movin, body movin with the A-1 sound sound so soothing Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin bodies in motion cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music drivin you insane You can't explain to people this type of mind frame Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap I'm fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin not perfection Let me get some action from the back section Body movin, body movin, A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin, body movin, We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin Mike D with the master plan Ooh my my and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream Ooh god damn The creme de la creme is who I am MCA where have you been Packed like sardines in the tin So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim Adrock light up the place And if you pull my card you pull the ace And if you ask me turn up the bass And if you play defender I could be your hyper space Body movin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel Put your left leg down - your right leg up Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D. Double R. foots the bill most definitely I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell (repeat chorus) Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice Come on y'all it's time to get nice Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by - she gave me the eye I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it with the Monkey - mixed it in the cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip (repeat chorus) Step up to the bar - put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it We had a case in the place and we went right through it You got a dry Martini - thinking you're cool I'll take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin' Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin' The song and dance keeping you in a trance If you don't buy my record I got my advance I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it We got the bottle - you got the cup Come on everybody let's get ffffff (repeat chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Dear Alex and Marilyn
They're Lovey and Thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And Rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On Hornblower's lederhosen Like Walt Disney he'll be frozen And then the Swiss Hall of Fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin His name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector Clouseau and Derek Flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to Dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Rewind the tape and punch me in Like Chuck D with the where you never been I'm in I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin' Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin MCs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines Yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Some static started in the pool hall
In a motherfucker's face with the cue ball Then I met this girl she tried to gank me So I smacked her in the pocket with M.C. Plank Bee Me and my crew out breaking windows The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those Possession is half the law I had my routines before all y'all Your whole life is coming apart at the seams You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie Right now I wish I had another hash brownie Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass Or Mookie's gonna kick your fuckin' ass You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat See personally I wouldn't want to go out like that I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it I don't buy cheeba I grow it I'm a farmer people always trying to get next to me But I'm down with Jalil Donkey and Ecstasy Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her You can't deny me you always want to try me You're just gonna get your ass kicked Homeboy throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters Sitting in the White House pulling their peters Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin' Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin' Space cake cookies I discover who I am I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning I feel like it is always the beginning Of another rhyme I'm rapping M.C.'ing I rock You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
I looked out the window and seen his bald head
I ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair Launched that shot and he was caught out there Saw the convertible driving by Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly He went for his to find he didn't have one Put him in check correct with my egg gun The egg a symbol of life Go inside your house and bust out your wife Pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke The trigger I pulled his face the yoke Reached in his pocket took all his cash Left my man standing with an egg moustache Suckers they come a dime a dozen And when I say dozen you know what I'm talking about Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg He was playing the wall and then he broke his leg Tossed it out the window three minutes hot Hit the Rastaman he said bloodclot Which came first the chicken or the egg I egged the chicken then I ate his leg Riding the trains in between cars When I pull out the station you're gonna get yours Drive by eggings plaguing L.A Yo they just got my little cousin ese Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy People laugh it's no joke My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke Now they got me in a cell but I don't care It was then that I caught catching people out there We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back Sam I am down with the program Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam Come Halloween you know I come strapped I throw it at a sucker K-pap You made the mistake you judge a man by his race You go through life with egg on your face You woke up in the morning with a peculiar feeling You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling Families puck rocks the businessman I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand Not like the crack that you put in a pipe But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes Can I get a witness to testify Open your eyes realize electrify So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed A set back ain't all that much problem to invade So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes realize electrify |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice) |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the Chorus And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back'cause that's the way I've got to live So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Gravy and King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the words ain't mine I just pass em along For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes And more crimes are committed as I say these lines |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Girls - all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls Cause in the evening it's girls I like the way that they walk And it's chill to hear them talk And I can always make them smile From White Castle to the Nile Back in the day There was this girl around the way She liked by home-piece M.C.A. He said he would not give her play I asked him, "Please?" - he said, "You may." Her pants were tight and that's ok If she would dance - I would D.J. We took a walk down to the bay I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!" I asked her out - she said, "No way!" So I broke North with no delay I heard she moved real far away That was two years ago this May I seen her just the other day Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay Girls - to do the dishes Girls - to clean up my room Girls - to do the laundry Girls - and in the bathroom Girls - that's all I really want is girls Two at a time - I want girls With new wave hairdos - I want girls I ought to whip out my - girls, girls, girls, girls, girls! |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer There's more to me than you'll ever know And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out looking for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on my bib I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling Your body's on time and your mind is appealing Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing She's talking to the kid to the who I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did Hey ladies ! All the ladies in the house The ladies, the ladies Me in the corner with a good looking daughter I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet In my apartment I begged her please stop it The gift of gab is the gift that I have And that girl ain't nothing but the blue plate crab Special at Woodman's in Essex Mass Educated no stupid yes And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large With the white sassoons and the looks that kill Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie 'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around You be listening to my records' a number one sound Step to the rhythm step step to the ride I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside Tune in tune on to my tune that's live Ladies flock like fish to my line Hey ladies ! She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door Break up with your girl it ended in tears Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking She said come on over it was me that she missed I threw that trash can through her window'cause you know I got dissed Your old lady left you and you went girls insane You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak Sucking down pints till I didn't know Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho 'Cause I announce I like girls that bounce With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce Girls with curls and big long locks And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks Walking high and mighty like she's #1 and She thinks she's the passionate one Hey ladies |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
They can't catch me never gonna find me
They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter Pulled over to the river to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack A long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display Check the odometer and I was on my way 'Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left my car outside and the engine is still revvin' Time to get busy at 7-Eleven I went inside to make my withdrawal I would've took what he had had had I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice 'Cause I'm a mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade Made my getaway and I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire You've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire Outta the car longhair your goose is cooked Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer My man turned to me and said why are you here? I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing Went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B I had a good feeling easy come easy go I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show And sure enough that nag came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot wired hot wheeled and Suzy is a headbanger |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sipping pints of ale out the window sill When I get my fill I'm chilly chill Now I just got home because I'm out on bail What's the time? - it's time to buy ale Peter eater - parking meter all of the time If I run out of ale - it's Thunderbird wine Miller drinking - chicken eating - dress so fly I got friends in high places that are keeping me high Dow with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle (chorus) Hold it now - hit it! M.C. - Adam Yauch in the place to be And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D. I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney For real, not phony - "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A. Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising - I'm never ever losing I'm in my car - I'm going far and dust is what I'm using Around the way is where I'm from And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis (repeat chorus) Hip-hop, body rockin' - doing the do Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from Cheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerk Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're we behind the ears You like men - and we like beer. (repeat chorus) King of the Ave. with the Def female You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale Cooling at the crib watching my TV Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed Pump it up homeboy - just don't stop Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot I take no slack cause I got the knack And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack The King Adrock - that is my name And you're drinking Moet - we got the champagne A quarter dropping - going shopping buying wigs Surgeon general cut professor - D.J. Thigs (repeat chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What's pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of my sight Is not what I find when I reach into the light I have lost my mind I'm walking through time Deluded as the next guy Pretending and hoping to find That distant peace of mind I don't know Who does know There is no Where to go It's not so simple as I try to wish But then again what is? There is no other worthy quest So on I go |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
And what do you do when
Your man kills himself and How do I make friends now And where is my Mom I need to show her that She taught me And please let me Die an instant death Venom are from Newcastle |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4
ANOTHER DIMENSION X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X6 Well, now don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Like no ones beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because we're so versetile Style, profile I said It always brings me back when I hear ooh child From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon to the very last mile Well if you battle me I feel reviled People always sayin my style is wild You got goal, you got guile To step to me, I'm a rap-o-phile If you wanna battle you're in denial Comin' from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY, PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X2 Jazz and AWOL thats our team Step into the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Well I have to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean With the tough guy style I'm not to keen Tryin' to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Goin shine like gaze on tv Keep on rappin' cause that's my dream Thank Mo Dee for stickin to the beats Now when it comes to envy ya'll is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension a new galaxy Intergalactic Planetary INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY, PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4 From the family tree of old school hip-hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks Your rhymes are spread just like a pox Cause the music is loud like an electric shock I am know to do the wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D gets biz on the crops Beastie Boys known to let the beat Drop When I write graffiti my name was Slop If I rap soup my beats is stock Step from the table when I start to chop I'm the lumberjack DJ ADrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees start shakin and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X4 ANOTHER DIMENSION X6 |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four 'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Living on borrowed time and borrowed money Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny Hand me down food and hand me down clothes A rockabilly past of which nobody knows Makes his home all over the place He goes to sleep by falling down on his face Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks Johnny Ryall x 4 He drinks where he lies He's covered with flies He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes Go upstate and get your head together Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather Detox at the flop house no booze allowed Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd Memphis is where he's from He lives in the street but he's no bum He's a rockabilly star from the days of old He used to have teeth all filled with gold A platinum voice but only gold records On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny Ryall Who do you think you are Johnny Ryall x 4 Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter He asks for a dollar you know what it's for Bottle after bottle he'll always need more He's no less important than you working class stiffs Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss Paid his dues playing the blues He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army That's right y'all his name is Johnny Johnny Ryall x 4 |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Like a broken clock that can't tell time Like a thick ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One two one two this is just a test Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long Like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong Like fudge and caramel they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if, I bet As time goes by in this give and take As long as I learn I will make mistakes What do I want? What do I need? Why do I want it? What's in it for me? It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One two one two this is just a test |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout 24 is my age 22 is my gauge I'm writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage Out on a mission a stolen car mission Had a small problem with the transmission 3 on the tree in the middle of the night I have this steak on my head'cause I got into a fist fight Life comes in phases take the good with the bad You bought those coins on the street and you got had It's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it It's gonna get you it's gonna get you It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra violence running through my head Fuzzy navel y'all making me see red Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond I love girlies waxing and milking Got more excuses than my man Dave Scilkin Predetermined destiny is who I am You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am Like Clockwork Orange going off on the town I've got posse bonanza to beat your ass down I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin Looking for a fist to put your face in Get hip don't slip knuckle heads Racism is schism on the serious tip |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til - Brooklyn Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my rhymes On location - touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking - your money I'm taking Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live No sleep 'til - Another place - another train Another bottle in the brain Another girl - another fight Another drive all night Our manager's crazy - he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus Tour around the world - you rock around the clock Plane to hotel - girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while Four on the floor - Adrock's out the door M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. - get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A. They all me Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A. Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Got limos, arena, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes - get out of my way Taxing little girlies form here to L.A. Waking up but I get to sleep Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
How here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi" He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, "Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin "Now I got the gun - you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this - I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun And right about now - it's time to have some fun The King Adrock - that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." We rode for six hours the we hit the spot The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot This dude was staring like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?" I said, "I didn't." - but I know he did The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money." Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" - and let two fly Hands went up and people hit the floor He wasted two kids that ran for the door "I'm Mike D. and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player's out - the music stopped His boy had beef - and he got dropped Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold. |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Nowhere left to hide Picture this now crystal clear Nothing left to hold her here And creeping up meanwhile Traces of a smile Eyes open wide to see if I could fly |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Yes, yes, y'all - you don't stop
You keep it on - and shockin' the place Well I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wild A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Moose I'm schoolin' in the boys' room - coolin' by the locker All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker Punk in the hall - man I should of oughtta hit him Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best While you were at a party - your girlfriend fessed I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious Fly around the world - but it makes me nauseous Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week I got to the party - and I did the freak I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda I'm a Def Manhattan killer - a rhyme driller A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser The turntables - up on the drum riser The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter I know that I'm fly man there's no need to flatter I travel around the globe - it's keeping girlies dizzy My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy y'all You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted Cheaper than a hot do with no mustard You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted I'm from downtown the city of Manhattan I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin' My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do And we got more rhymes than your damn crew Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it Word. |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Like a flag at half mast as frames click fast
Not a thing will last as past is past Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Like a broken clock that can't tell time Like a thick ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One two one two this is just a test Like sand in one hand You can't hold for long Like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong Like fudge and caramel they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if, I bet As time goes by in this give and take As long as I learn I will make mistakes What do I want? What do I need? Why do I want it? What's in it for me? It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One two one two this is just a test |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick It's the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won't change your situation Have you seen what I mean I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams So I say this rhyme built by design To take you beyond space and time Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal The man pushing buttons on remote control Remote control Until your back's up against the wall You never know yourself that much at all So you've got to share your love with a friend That's all that you've got left in the end Living in this city of pure confusion People mislead by their own illusion All this action, no satisfaction We're all linked together like a chain reaction Play or fold, love is bold What is the future that will unfold? Some like it hot, others like it cold But we all want to hold the remote control Remote control Things get hectic quick All of the sudden I'm in the thick Too much drama all around Distractions booming in sensuround Like a rainy day's Earth won't sit still Sliding on down a hill Sometimes life seems to stall So never be ungrateful y'all So I got a little something for your pay per view Like Don King I've got the crazy hair do We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol Controlled on Earth by remote control |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest [chorus] Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face [repeat chorus] Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Ho ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage [repeat chorus] I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six My pistol is loaded - I shot Betty Crocker Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate [repeat chorus] |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Riddle me this brother can you handle it
Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic For those about to rock we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost but now I'm found The music washes over and you're one with the sound Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall I think I'm starting to peak now Al From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO Only 24 hours in a day Only 12 notes a man can play Music for all and not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers If not for my vices my bugged out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you'cause your rhymes are so frantic I mix business with pleasure way too much I mean wine and women and song and such I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks Give to the poor and I always give thanks Got more stories that J.D. Salinger I hold the title and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman Never gonna let them say that I don't love you My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti'cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn Sippin on wine and mackin Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me Being very proud to be an M.C. And the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance They tell us what to do hell no SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat Yea...
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic They'll be staring at the radio stayin' up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg I'm just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat oowah oowah is my disco call MCA "hu-huh" I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose man I'm on time homie... that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point "It's the joint" Mike D yea with your bad self running things What's up with your bad breath onion rings Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz Hurricane you got clout Other DJ's he'll put your head out A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme Or do my thing I'm In a Lava lamp inside my brain hotel I might be freakin' or peakin' but I rock well The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango I got the "peg leg" at the end of my stump-a "Shake your rump-a" A full clout ya'll, a full clout ya'll And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out ya'll A full clout Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest Yeah we've got beef chief We're knocking out teeth chief And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith I'm Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip na skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope a dope dookies all around the neck *Whoohaa Got Them All In Check" Running from the law the press and the parents "Is your name Michael Diamond?" No mine's Clarence From downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump "Shake your rump-a" Agh-oooooo.... |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
Well this girl came up to me - she says she's new in town
But the crew been said they seen her around I thought they were right but I didn't wanna know The girlie was Def and she wanted to go I think her name is Lucy but they all call Loose I think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce The next think she said, "My place or yours? Let's kick some bass behind closed doors!" We got into the cab - the cab driver said He recognized my girlie from the back of her head He said a little something about tip to base So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place I shouldn't have looked back man I'll always regret it Something's going on and I'll probably never get it She was crying like a baby - stupid dumb It's just too bad that girl's a bum (chorus) She's crafty - she's gets around She's crafty - she's always down She's crafty - she's got a gripe She's crafty - and she's just my type She's crafty I spent my last dollar to by a Sabrett When I seen this girl I could never forget Now I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a while The girl came up to me she said she loved the show Asked her to come home and she couldn't say, "No!" We got the crib - there's Adam and D. We didn't say a word - they just stared at me I said, "I don't know her just met her tonight." And Adrock started hiding everything in sight D. pulled me over said, "Hid your gold, The girl is crafty like ice is cold!" The girl is crafty - she knows all the moves I started playing records - she knew all the grooves He thought she was a thief - and D. was right But I just figured she'd spend the night When I woke up late in the afternoon She had taken all the things from inside his room I found myself sleeping in the middle of the floor She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers The mirror, the TV, the guitar cord My remote control and my old skateboard She robbed us blind - she took all we owned And the boys blamed me for bringing her home (repeat chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
It's never old school - all brand new
So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu Not like a fever - not like a cold The beats are clear - the rhymes are bold So don't see a doctor or see a nurse Just listen to the music - first things first First of all - get off the wall It's time to party so have a ball Because we slowed it on down - so get the hell up Like a volcano I'll erupt We got determination - bass and highs White Castle fries only come in one size What you see is what you get And you ain't seen - nothing yet (repeat chorus) I do not sing - but I make a Def song You could live your whole life - and I hope you live long On the Gong Show we won't get gonged We're the Beastie Boys - not Cheech and Chong Strong as an ox - fresh out the box The crowd is so live - they're coming in flocks And when we go on - the crowd goes off It's all hard rock - there's nothing soft (repeat chorus) We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. makes three And we can do it like this in the place to be When I'm recorded - you'll be rewarded I know my song is Def 'cause you all applauded Not P.C.P. or L.S.D. - just me Mike D. in the place to be This is not free - you must pay a fee Cash on delivery like a C.O.D. (repeat chorus) The beat is slow in order to dance I wanna hear I dos and no I can't First you move your legs - and then your arms It's not fast and nervous - this dance is calm It's truly stable and you ought to be able To dance to the record when it's on the turntable (repeat chorus) |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to White Castle and we got thrown out I got my boy Mike D. - I got the King Adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud So I reached in the Miller cooler - grabbed a cool Bud Slow riding, gun hidin' on the go I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow I'm the king of the classroom - coolin' in the back My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack She chased me out of class 0 she was strapped with a ruler Went to the bathroom - rolled myself a wooler With bottle in hand at the microphone stand A. yo homeboy - what you drinkin' man I got money - I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythm - I got rhymes I got the girlies with the Def behinds I got ill - I got busted I got dust and I got dusted I got gold - I got funky I got the new dance - they call the Brass Monkey Because I'm hard hittin' - always biten - cool as hell I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell Sittin' around the house - gettin' high and watchin' tube Eating Colonel's chicken - drinkin' Heineken brew I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster - I'm the king of the Ave. I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have All the fly ladies are making a fuss But I can't pay attention - 'cause I'm on that dust |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
What makes you feel
And why you gotta be Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world So sick and evil I know you don't know What makes you feel Like you got miracle whip appeal Who made you the judge an jury Ain't you never heard of privacy What makes this world So sick and evil You figure it out |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people 'Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say it So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hello.
It's times like this when I just can't stop Can't wind your body without the body rock Got schemes schematics blue prints on file You gotta have dreams to make it all worthwhile So as I take my time and realign I wonder what it is I hope to find I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast Adrock with the New Addition Edition Gettin on down for the year 2000 A slight distraction can get you paid And when it comes to that type shit I paved the way BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin on and on Dogs love me'cause I'm crazy sniffable I bet you never knew I got the ill peripheral In your home I'm cloned I'm on your headphones I love it when you spazz out all alone 'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key I'm unlockable so don't check me Got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind The sky is falling and I'm falling behind So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain Insane mind games move quick like flames So now I wonder how sometimes you never know Who be rockin y'all in stereo in stereo in stereo in stereo No time like the present to work shit out That's what I'm going on and on and on about Not fakin just makin beats in the dungeon Keep that shit funky'cause the odor is pungent No shame in my game just par for the path I try to hone my craft because at hands the task But I find I'm not playing with a full deck I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec All I wanna know is when is checkout time So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme And when I'm with my man Shadi rock at the gates We'll be rockin rhythms over disco breaks BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin on and on Hubiera una vez un gran rey que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention That I am well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose you so and so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you everybody I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane if it don't rain Sucker MC's are problematic I love it when you hit those switches A curve ball's what my pitch is So here we here we come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects Read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen everybody let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all those people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic And we're puttin' it on wax It's the new style Four and three and two and one (What up!) And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!) Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't And I got more juice than Picasso got paint Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick I'm not surprised you're on my dick B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D. Ah yeah, that's me I got franks and pork and beans Always bust the new routines I get it - I got it, I know it's good The rhymes I write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my voice is not straining People always biting and I'm sick of complaining So I went into the locker room during classes Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin' (bridge) There it is - kick it!!! Father to many - married to none And in case you're unaware I carry a gun Stepped into the party - the place was over packed Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped I got money in the bank - I can still get high That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed Their father had envy so I shot him in the head If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!) Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been (repeat bridge) You wanna know why - because I'm October 31st - that is my date of birth I got to the party and I did the Smurf Taxing all females from coast to coast And when I get my fill I'm chilly most We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel And then we all switch places when I ring the bell I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west K-I-N-G-A-D whammy All the fly ladies are on my jammy Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...drop Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day Just me, my posse and M.C.A. A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing Twenty-two automatic on my person Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger Some voices got treble - some voices got bass We got the kind of voices that are in your face Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key Now rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables 'Cause I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new knowledge An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium the radium E M D squared Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared It's the sounds of science The sounds of science Public service announcement Time and money for girls covered with honey You lie and aspire to be as cunning Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up My mind is kinda flowin like an oil projector Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector Went berserk and worked and exploded She woke up in the morning and her face was coated Buddy you study the man on the mic D. do what you like Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration To peep that freak unique penetration I figured out who makes the crack It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets A professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it I smell weak 'cause you keep poppin' it People always asking what's the phenomenon Yo what's up know what's going on No one really knows what I'm talking about Yeah that's right my name's Yauch Ponce De Leon constantly on The fountain of youth not Robotron Peace is a word I've heard before So move and move and move upon the dance floor I'm gonna die gonna die one day 'Cause I'm goin and goin and goin this way Not like a roach or a piece of toast I'm going out first class not going out coach Rock my Adidas never rock Fila I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope What I live I write and that is strictly rope I've got science for any occasion Postulating theorems formulating equations Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy Dropping science like when Galileo dropped his orange |
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from Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty (2006)
Hey yo Adam what's up? This is Mix Master Mike
I'm calling from Sacramento. Um I've been wanting to hook up with you maybe on some tracks. I've got some shit right here if you could.. My turntable's through a wah wah pedal. It's called the tweak scratch 'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can Come on.. I've got the D double O D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice voice 'Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get noice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage whoo Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage 3 MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what'cha got to say "My god" "oh Mike" "All the time" Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kremes Kenny Rogers' Gambler is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know know You know we break it down going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin with Mario whoowee Well my name is Adrock I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me cause I just don't know I'm known to mop I'm known to glow glow But don't get mad cause I got to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what cha got to say "Gotta' - Gotta' - Gotta' get down" Mix Master ah cut faster Ah Mix Master ah cut cut ah cut faster All top secret and classified fied I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified whoowee I never wanna' let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area haa Causing all kinds of hysteria My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry I'll take care of ya Me and Adam Adam and Mario C In the studio with the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free free With Mix Master Mike we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike what you got to say "God damn that DJ made my day" _biz markie_ You came off with that one Joe, oh my goodness |
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from Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill (1986)
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? - it's time to get ill Went outside my house - I went down to the deli I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam - I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? - it's time to get ill |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
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 - Hello Nasty (2006)
Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well We be kickin bass all up in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition we've got them locked U.N.I.T.E. A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite BBoys of the world unite I went inside the deli and my man's like what I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set" Automation circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap People of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 1200's I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin action Do it like this for the intergalaction I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In money makin it's how we do I be smokin roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron) HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS We keep it movin to the broad daylight BGirls of the world unite alright Keep it on and on |
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from Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)
Soft overripe fresh skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage bag full overflowing now it's leaking Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair So I can climb up and get into your underwear Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera 'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor So get that money out of your ass you whore I brought her upstairs onto the roof I dogged your wife and she is a doofus What comes around Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got Dolemite's house and you have not Look out my window look over the city With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat Why you wanna beat your girl like that Living in the rat race smoking rat weed You reap what you sow when you plant the seed Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto What comes around |
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