Beastie Boys Lyrics

Hot Sauce Committee Part Two (2011)

Make Some Noise
Nonstop Disco Powerpack
Ok
Too Many Rappers (New Reactionaries Version)
Say It
The Bill Harper Collection
Don't Play No Game That I Can't Win
Long Burn The Fire
Funky Donkey
The Larry Routine
Tadlock's Glasses
Lee Majors Come Again
Multilateral Nuclear Disarmament (Instrumental)
Here's A Little Somethin' For Ya
Crazy Ass Shit
The Lisa Lisa / Full Force Routine
Pop Your Balloon (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
B-Boys In The Cut (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Make Some Noise (Passion Pit Remix) (Pre-Order Bonus Track)
Make Some Noise (Cornelius Remix) (Japan Bonus Track)

Make Some Noise lyrics - Beastie Boys

Yeah, get up

Yeah

Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser

Back on the mic, it's the anti-depressor

Ad-Rock. No pressure. Yes, we need this

The best is yet to come and, yes, believe this

Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego

Sip on Prosecco, dressed up tuxedo

Sipping coffee, playing Keno in the casino

Want a lucky number? Ask Mike Dino

I burn the competition like a flamethrower

My rhymes, they age like wine as I get older

I'm getting bolder, competition is wanin'

I got the ball and I see the lane and

We got a party on the left, a party on the right

We gotta party for the motherfucking right to fight

Make some noise if you're with me

You gotta make some noise if you're with me

Crazy, crazy, crazy

Armed insurrection, popular election

Get paid every year like tax collection

Hear my perfection, rotary connection

Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection

I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed

You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted

And sifted, I'm just riffing

And when I catch MCs, it's time for wing clipping

I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle

A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle

My ego is off and running and gone

'Cause I'm about the best and if you fess, well, that's wrong

We got a

We got a party on the left, a party on the right

We gotta party for the motherfucking right to fight

Make some noise if you're with me

You gotta make some noise if you're with me

Crazy, crazy, crazy

The break is crazy

Crazy-crazy

Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision

I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching

Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf

And you can show it to your friends and say, "That's my old self"

Can't do me nothing, can't tell me nada

Don't bug me now because I'm doing the lambada (bada!)

The forbidden dance (wha!), here's my chance

To make romance in my B-boy stance

Parlay romancing into financing

Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson

The roaches check in, but they never check out

I set the record straight, no doubt

We got a

We got a party on the left, a party on the right

We gotta party for the motherfucking right to fight

Make some noise if you're with me

You gotta make some noise if you're with me

Nonstop Disco Powerpack lyrics - Beastie Boys

How you feeling, Ad-Rock?

Well, I'm feeling well

Bona fide, qualified, with a story to tell

How you feeling, Mike D?

Well, I feel all good

All day it's how we play in the neighborhood

How you feeling, MCA?

Well, I feel right

I speak my words on the track 'cause the track sounds tight

Well, if you're feeling good and you're feeling right

Uh, somebody step up and grab the mic

Now hello everybody and how you been?

It's Ad-Rock rappin' on the microphone again

I got grace, class, style, finesse, and debonair

Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just don't care

The MC Whisperer, kinda like a trainer

I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer

Like macaroni 'cause the shit sound cheesy

Watch how it's done, boy, it looks easy

The non-stop, goin' off, kingpin, microphone boss

Do my own thing, you can't afford the cost

Of my style, take you through a turnstile

'Cause I'm live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild

Because I'm back on a roll, got total control

I flow like the water out your toilet bowl

Your style is cheap, boy, just like a Dutch

You know you're not smokin' on the microphone much

There's a certain special talent that I never lack

Huh-ha, huh-ha, and that's a fact

'Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac

You better break a wishbone 'cause we never wack

Said we're never that and that is that

And we're the nonstop disco powerpack!

Uh, that's right, we go all night

Who gonna be next to bless the mic?

Now this is the way we run it down

We're gettin' you high on the funky sound

This is the way we get it on

B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn

See, I mix my style up like a cement mixer

Smooth and fix ya, like a rhyme elixir

I said, "Yo, sound man. Make Mike's mic louder."

Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder

I max and relax, champagne mojito

Don't go commando, don't know bandito

Je m'appelle Michel Pérignon

Me and Claude in the chateau and we got it going on

Quincy's in the hot tub like it's '73

Looking over his shoulder and he's looking at me

I'm all white in the face, towel around my waist

What's up with that watch inside that glass case?

I go to make my move, sneak out of the place

Undetected, not leaving a trace

Party's done, microphone's wrecked

Wine's been drunk and heads been checked

I see one last profiterole and make my play

And pass the microphone to MCA

Nonstop, on the top, and you clock, when we rock

Never fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip-hop

(So c'mon everybody get down... yeah)

Now there's a spot check, hit the deck count down

'Cause I'm 'a break it down for you, how we run it down

Pound for pound, keep the bass lines 'round

I seen you watchin', clockin', jockin' my sound

But, for real, I'm real glad I grew up in hip-hop

Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Bop"

It meant a lot spinning on my Walkman

Shout out to the African Bam

And to the S to the P the double O-N-Y

The one MC who you can't deny

I'd listen to the records and they'd inspire

Sit down to write and the pen breathes fire

Construct a rhyme with specific intent

Flowin' from the brain cells, right through the pen

And then I put the book down, grab a hold the mic

Words flowin' so cold, turn water to ice

Come through the wire, saturate the tape

You put me in the mix, nice it up with the plate

And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store

The DJ spin the record out on the dance floor

Comin' through the speakers to shake your eardrum

Brain cells get lit, then you hear where we're comin' from

Well, Ad-Rock (huh) get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

Mike D, (huh) get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

MCA, (a-yeah) get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

Beatsie Boys in the house don't stop

Ok lyrics - Beastie Boys

OK!

You talk and talk and you just can't stop

A word comes to mind. It's "crock"

What you say is lackluster

Plus it seems you're trying to pull a filibuster

Yeah. Right. Yeah. OK

Tell me something new to start the day

Said, "See you later, when you coming home?"

When you comin' home?

It's a gift. It's a curse. It's the telephone

Now let's start over with a nice clean slate

Please stop stressing with the hurry-up-wait

Heard you the first time, that sounds great

But back up out my space. OK?

(Yeah-yeah, right-right) OK

Wrapped in pink ribbon, so pretty

My name's Mike D from New York City

I guess it's all in the mind

What I leave behind

Thought you'd be smooth like a nice Nutter Butter

But I start to cringe, every word that you utter

Yes, you said you are a big deal

But, money, calm down, for real

Got to control my mind

Got to slow down, rewind

What is going on in my head?

Why's the sky gone red?

What is going on in my head?

Why's the sky gone red?

What is going on in my head?

Why's the sky gone red?

What is going on in my head?

Why's the sky gone red?

What is going on in my head?

Now I don't give a fuck who the hell you are

Please stop shouting in your cellular

I never asked to be part of your day

So please stop shouting in your phone. OK?

You lie like a plainclothes cop

Take a minute, take a look, and take stock

Take a minute, get your mind unlocked

Get open and I'll throw you the rock

What's going on in my head?

And why has the sky gone all red?

Be kind, rewind

At least tell me what it is I did

Or just say what should I say

Hmm... OK?

(Yeah-yeah, right-right) OK

Too Many Rappers (New Reactionaries Version) lyrics - Beastie Boys (feat. Nas)

[Nas:]

Mic check, mic check

[Nas (Beastie Boys):]

One (one), two (two), three (three)

Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs

It goes three (three), two (two), one (one)

MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done

Like ladies and gents, attention

Nas in the house with Beastie Boys

We can turn it out

Perpetrators, we can point 'em out

So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out

[MCA:]

Like a Nexus-6, comin' home to roost

Handheld 58 when it's time to get loose

Don't need the ear goggles, just put me through the speakers

Like a scientist with tubes and beakers

Have MCs over my house and fix 'em brunch

But you rappers? We goin' out, goin' dutch

So pass me the sword, I'll start swingin'

Just randomly chopping on a crazy ass mission

[Ad-Rock:]

Because I'm back with a bang, boogie, oogie-oogie

Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie

Oh my God, just look at me

Grandpa been rappin' since '83

I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad

Got crazy-ass shit pullin' out the bag

Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad

All these crab rappers, they're rappin' like crabs

[Nas:]

I have carte blanche, the vagabond

Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund

I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a

You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer

A slug peeler, you're not

Mafioso, no

You ain't got the cut-throat in ya, beginner

I ain't tryin' to hear your racket

You work with police, dog, you snitch, you rat

You wear that jacket

[Mike D:]

How many rappers must get dissed

Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this

I start to reminisce, ooh, when I miss

The real hip hop with which I persist

Like rum in mojitos

Bullets and banditos

Matzoh balls in soup

Jackets and troop

Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books

Nasty Nas, what's the word?

Count it off on the hook

[Nas (Beastie Boys):]

One (one), two (two), three (three)

Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs

It goes three (three), two (two), one (one)

MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done

Like ladies and gents, attention

Nas in the house with Beastie Boys

We can turn it out

Perpetrators, we can point 'em out

So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out

[MCA:]

'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain

To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame

My lyrics spin 'round like a hurricane twister

So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer

Too many rappers to shake a stick at

I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to

'Cause we be makin' stacks like Stax Records

My squad, we gotta pact. We're never coming wack

[Ad-Rock:]

To all you crab rappers and hackers

And circuit benders tweaked on Splenda

I take the cake, I stole the mold

The golden microphone, well, that's mine to hold

And why all these biters all up in my crotchspace?

Sniffin', buffin', huffin'

And mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin

Back up off me, suckas, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Nas:]

I'm broader than Broadway, I was the project hallway

Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day

I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay

And when this song's finished, y'all can sing along with this

By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers

I hear Russian blonde's the wettest

But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas

And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?

[Mike D:]

Mike D, the man of mystery

History in the makin', and now we're takin'

Titles, awards, and accolades

Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades

We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches

Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases

Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars

Go back in time, send a fax from my car

[Nas (Beastie Boys):]

One (one), two (two), three (three)

Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs

It goes three (three), two (two), one (one)

MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done

Like ladies and gents, attention

Nas in the house with Beastie Boys

We can turn it out

Perpetrators, we can point 'em out

So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out

Say It lyrics - Beastie Boys

To the heart of the matter, the mic I shatter

So cold on the mic, I make your teeth chatter

You climb the corporate ladder

To make your pockets fatter

We be flipping styles like pancake batter

Looking through your binos, spying on me

I'm running like a rhino on a drinking spree

Call yourself an MC, but what's your truth?

You gotta let it loose inside the toll booth

Suckers sniffin' on socks, chewin' on rocks

My competition want the combination to the lock

You wanna get inside, well, then you best knock-knock

And when you get on, you got to rock nonstop

Once it hits your mind, what you gonna do?

Don't keep it inside, you've got to

Say it!

Let it out, let it out

Scream it!

Gonna shout, gonna shout

Write it!

Gotta put it out, put it out

Say it!

Gotta get it out, get it out

Watch out, come again now, sucker

Well, I can feel it in my bloodstream, see it in their eyes

People lining up for their own demise

To help the man make weapons to monetize

Corporate violence, we can't abide

You can keep your bottle service and your cabana

Bust your ass drunk like you slipped on a banana

Like knick-knack, patty whack, you've got to let it out

From the mind to the mic, to the word to a shout

Ad-Rock

Mind to the rhyme, paper to the pen

The brand new dance called the David Rodigan

You sure you really wanna let me begin

You can't stop me rhymin' when I'm on, I'm all in

Life is good and then it gets you

Stuff you thought, it comes true

Once it hits your mind, what you gonna do?

Don't keep it inside, you've got to

Say it!

Let it out, let it out

Scream it!

Gonna shout, gonna shout

Write it!

Gotta put it out, put it out

Say it!

Gotta get it out, get it out

Watch out, come again now, sucker

Watch out, come again now, sucker (uh, suckers)

Watch out, come again now, sucker

Watch out, come again now, sucker (uh, suckers)

The Bill Harper Collection lyrics - Beastie Boys

Another official selection from the Bill Harper collection

Hey, Adam. It's Bill. Um, thanks

Don't Play No Game That I Can't Win lyrics - Beastie Boys (feat. Santigold)

Uh, Beastie Boys, Santigold

Let's do this, y'all

Santigold

Let's go!

It's hot here, gotta say it's so

I got you right where I want

Got an honest face so you turn your back

When in doubt, run up your attack

At one time you were slick and your grill was cold

And now funny how the shit gets old

You can run, you can run, but it will catch up

Like now, see me, I'll show you up

Now you wanna get back when you had your shine

But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme

Can't stop, won't stop, no compromise

It's a house of cards built out of lies

Coming down like a bird floating on the mist

Turn on the track, back track, and twist

You work hard to climb the list

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift

I know the danger of a man

Who's been to hell and back again (danger)

Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)

You're caught now by the skin you're in

In a bind now, your thoughts go to all your sins

Hits much harder back, better count on that

I tell you what we know always holds us back

Now you mutter and you stutter and you putter don't stop

I got in your heart and I shook you up

In a bind, now you're caught by the fear setting in

Choked on the thought that you done it again

I Keep the competition in check

You draft, your plans, at your drafting desk

You try to play to win but now you lost

Like clams with no tartar sauce

Scheming in the attic

Thought you had it

So dramatic

I got the stats, mathematics

Automatic, systematic

She's super bad now

What you, what you want now?

I know the danger of a man (that's danger)

Who's been to hell and back again (danger)

Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win (danger, danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger)

I know the danger of a man (that's danger)

Who's been to hell and back again (danger)

Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win

Long Burn The Fire lyrics - Beastie Boys

This is it y'all, some nasty shits for ya

Bring it

Jump out the window onto a parade balloon

My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2"

'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzazz

You're stealing my book like I was Grandmaster Caz

Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics

Rhyme about expectorants, y'all don't see it

Soothsayer, not a player, rhymesayer extreme

Burn like fire when I step on the scene

I got shark's teeth so I can bite your head

I got tiger's claws that'll scratch you dead

I got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above

Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough

So step back and check yourself

This MC's got weapons that'll ruin your health

So if you're feeling strong, then reach for yours

My book is my shield and my mic is my sword, sword, sword

Long burn the fire, the truth shall set you free

Now it's Ad-Rock rappin', I'm back again

Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and that's wack, my friend

I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin'

I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin'

I burn you to a crisp, sucker, back up off the toaster

I make you sick like at Kenny Rogers Roaster

See this rap thing is all about the braggadocio

I check my rear view, MCs ain't gettin' closer

People think I'm slow 'cause I'm just I'm under-challenged

See me, you're like, "Man, that's remarkable talent"

Live 'round the clock like Disco Donut

I'm like a tailor 'cause I got the thing sewn up

Or a proctologist, I move asses

Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses

Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants

You heard me rappin' now watch me dance

Long burn the fire, the truth shall set you free

Long burn, long burn

Save the date for when they hoist our number to the rafters

Above the haters, you can hear our laughter

Like Willis Reed or Elton John

We done been in the game and our game's still on

It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation

Just holding it down like the Gravitation

To all the heads that said, "No can do"

Ad-Rock's in the bath filled with chocolate fondue

Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini

Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini

"Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?"

Or running wild like rats in the Taco Bell

On the mic I spit, the match it's lit

Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt

Making music for librarians to burly jocks

The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks

Funky Donkey lyrics - Beastie Boys

Put this on a Zip disk, send it to your lawyer

File me under "Funky"

Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers

Big holiday parties like Dolly Padner

Sometimes I get Pad Thai as a starter

My other order, Pad See Yew, is much darker

Adam Horovitz, I take a shvitz

I'm known for my glamour and my glitz, check it

As I bust, I really must encrust

This microphone rust with Diamond fairy dust

I don't wear Crocs and I don't wear sandals

The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handle

Stop singing that song in the wrong key

What you looking at? Funky donkey

Funky donkey

I-I-I-I-I go woooo-ooo like a fire engine

Flashing lights to get your attention

Stop sweating me about the weather

Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater

Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble

Bass is booming make the dancehall bubble

Letting loose, up in the honkey tonk

With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk

Well, I was swimming in the water of the ocean

Like Dr. Jekyll with the magic potion

We're brand new, never ever the same

What's that, what's that, what's the name?

Funky donkey

The Larry Routine lyrics - Beastie Boys

Oh, this routine dates way back

A lot of people may remember this routine, but it's evolved

Now, here from the summer before last:

Well my name's Mike D and I got a new name and that new name is "Larry"!

Well my name is Adrock and I got a new name and that new name is "Harry"!

Well my name is MCA and I got a new name and that new name is "Gary"!

Well, the DJ's name. It stays the same, 'cause his new name is "Barry"!

Tadlock's Glasses lyrics - Beastie Boys

New York City

Now it's suffice to say that I'm nicer

Nice in the cut and, yes, I'm the slicer

Or should I say I'm the filleter

I hate the game, I hate the player

But don't get discombobulated and upset

Because trust me, we ain't even begun yet

Mike D's got it locked and we rock it nonstop

Adrock's got it locked and we rock it nonstop

MCA's got it locked and we rock it nonstop

And you don't stop, the body rock

Watch me make it pop, now I make it sizzle

As I flip your omelet at the b bizzle

I'm like Molto Mario, they call me Tasty D

Your quick fire challenge, freak the hijiki

You can call me chef 'cause it's bona fide

Knife skills on the block that I'm taking worldwide

Mike D got it locked and we rock it nonstop

Adrock got it locked and we rock it nonstop

MCA got it locked and we rock it nonstop

And then you don't stop, the body rock

I've got bass lines bubbling up on out of my hands

Don't want to never play nothin' that sounds too bland

Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust

You've got a bagel in your pants and that's a must

Plus I cuss and I grab my nuts

Got a six-finger ring that says "Excuse our dust"

Mike D's got it locked and we rock it nonstop

Adrock's got it locked and we rock it nonstop

MCA's got it locked and we rock it nonstop

And you don't stop, the body rock

Sometimes things just don't connect

Lee Majors Come Again lyrics - Beastie Boys

Fuck! Goddammit, this thing

Alright, wait, hold on, Adam

This thing keeps fallin' off

Woo! Doin' it big! Ah-ah!

I'm like the lyrical, mathematical genius

Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this

Internationally known, the longest, the leanest

Shout-out to one José Nenis

I hit 'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop

We got the beat and the beat go drop

The ping pong paddle make the battle go pop

Now take a look around this spot

I'm seeing every detail like an over-cranked camera

Sleestaks in the back say 'Damn ya'

You say 'I can't' and I say 'Why can't ya?'

Chopping the track in the—in the land of

You wanna buy this

You wanna take that

Wanna-wanna try this

Wanna-wanna make that

You can't abide this

You wanna fake that

Take a look around you

You wanna buy this

You wanna take that

Wanna-wanna try this

Wanna-wanna make that

You can't abide this

You wanna fake that

Take a look around you

There's a bird in here

That's my DJ, not Doctor Brassiere

Dropping bombs like a bombardier

Like cacao, it's a chocolatier

We're giving y'all a little slice of heaven

B Boys bringing it back to A7

Deal with the schism, ride on the rhythm

Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em

I'll stage a coup and usurp your position

'Cause—'cause like a Mormon, I'm on a mission

We're audible-visible

Cadence is lyrical

Got the mental and physical

When the moment is critical

You wanna buy this

You wanna take that

Wanna-wanna try this

Wanna-wanna make that

You can't abide this

You wanna fake that

Take a look around you

You wanna buy this

You wanna take that

Wanna-wanna try this

Wanna-wanna make that

You can't abide this

You wanna fake that

Take a look around you

Ruff!

Uh, Lee Majors come again

Like the Six Dil- Million-Dollar Man

Woo! Watch out!

In the back of the bus...gonna bust!

Lee Majors style

I said stop! Watch how I flip

Bill Piedmont with the Kung-Fu grip

Haymaker, roundhouse, show can't continue

At the roller rink down in Virginia

Oh, did I spill the beans?

I see your grandpa in Apple Bottom jeans

Von Dutch cap, Ugg boots to match

The word gets out, you can't take it back

I'm just a pause tape competition expert winner

Just a doggone, long-armed, tall yarn spinner

You want a battle? Easy now, star

My DJ's so nasty, he needs a sneeze guard

You wanna buy this

You wanna take that

Wanna-wanna try this

Wanna-wanna make that

You can't abide this

You wanna fake that

Take a look around you

You wanna buy this

You wanna take that

Wanna-wanna try this

Wanna-wanna make that

You can't abide this

You wanna fake that

Take a look around you

Multilateral Nuclear Disarmament lyrics - Beastie Boys

We can make it happen

Here's A Little Somethin' For Ya lyrics - Beastie Boys

Yes, yes, yes

Ill out the gate, I set it off

I suppose you're exposed, so get lost

You break off, cut all connections

Join the sucker emcee witness protection

M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mike D

Step off the launch in the place to be

Always on time so I never botch

The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch

Now here's a little something for ya!

I'm-a drive a little and stall ya

Don't lose your balance and fall ya

And if you're feelin' chilly, I'mma get you a shawl

Get ready, get set (get set)

Place your bet (your bet)

What you get (you get)

Is not done yet (done yet)

Get ready, get set (get set)

Place your bet (your bet)

What you get (you get)

Here's a little something for ya

Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D

Don't really care if the press likes me

Just speak my conscience, speak my mind

Don't trip and flip, and then I stop to find

Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back

Flack from flak guns, riot squads smokin' crack

The odds are stacked, for those who lack

Been a lucky motherfucker when it comes to that

I slow roast, I'm steady tappin'

Oh yes, I guess, I'm the toast of Manhattan

In Miami, I'm sleazy with John Salley

Shout to André Leon Talley

Get ready, get set (get set)

Place your bet (your bet)

What you get (you get)

Is not done yet (done yet)

Get ready, get set (get set)

Place your bet (your bet)

What you get (you get)

Here's a little something for ya

The shit is crazy

The shit is craze

Dr. Carlton Brassiere, a.k.a. Joyce

Dr. Bombay is the ladies choice

Step on stage to the smoke from dry ice

Every time I bring it twice as noice

Now ease up brethren, take an Excedrin

Only name check to rhyme is Tippi Hedren

I'm undefined, I'm gettin' much finer

Steady loungin' in my La-Z-Boy recliner

Losing it in traffic, amped up on coffee

Like kids going wild after school for Mr. Softee

Like a slice around the corner, uh, it's sneaking up on ya

Breathing down your neck, uh, it's creeping up on ya

Get ready, get set (get set)

Place your bet (your bet)

What you get (you get)

Is not done yet (done yet)

Get ready, get set (get set)

Place your bet (your bet)

What you get (you get)

Here's a little something for ya

Crazy Ass Shit lyrics - Beastie Boys

On and on to the break of dawn

Now let me introduce myself, I'm Adrock

No matter what you order, well, I got it in stock

The doody rhyme thing, well, we got it on lock

Top off the look with the Argyle sock

Take it from me now, I'm gonna give it all I got

I take a licking, still tick-tick-tock

Smoked salmon, ain't old-school lox

I go to Peter Brady and I buy Greg's sox

It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please

Stinky nasty like the head cheese

Caps, gowns, honorary degrees

Rhymes fresh pressed like '83 Lees

You can't stop, you got to keep on

I mean that's all I got, except I've just got

Even Michael Diamond him never learn

Atop him head, him have a curly perm

Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast

I don't wanna talk about it, past is past

All you crusty punks that are into Crass

Go and take a shower and wash that ass

We rock nonstop here in New York City

Sweet on the mic, looking so damn pretty

Served by me, well, it must feel shitty

Weird thing to say here, it goes tough titty

I've got rhymes in a pitcher and it's time to pour

I'm at the tee and I'm screaming "Fore!"

Hit into your party as I declare war

Roberta Peterson's got a spine like a dinosaur

You can't stop, you got to keep on

On and on to the break of dawn

Brass monkey, you're the funky

Brass monkey, you're the funky monkey

The Lisa Lisa / Full Force Routine lyrics - Beastie Boys

Aw, shit

Whoa, what?

Front (front), back (back)

Sucker grab a snack (snack) pack

I (I) got (got)

Young-Holt wack (wack)

Get (get) down (down)

Grade a ground round (round)

Sound that you're lovin'

Givin' (givin') us a pound (pound)

Full (Full) Force (Force)

Lisa Lisa, Cult Jam

All (all) night (night)

Listening to dope man

You could (you could) say (say)

Yes, we're looking pretty (pretty)

Money (money) making (making)

New York City

Pop Your Balloon lyrics - Beastie Boys

Rickity-rickity-rickity-rickity-wow!

I got the golden style

You people go wild when I bless this crowd

Ooh to the ah, to the ooh to the eee

You want to know who funky and I said 'Je suis'

Well, I give you a wedgie, I give you a noogie

Put my foot up your ass, electric boogie

Break dancing at your door on a pile of shit

Set the bag on fire for the fuck of it

I bust into your radio station, chuck a smoke bomb

Put on my gas mask and put my tape on

By the time you figure out what went wrong

Light up my jet pack and I'm gone

Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon

I grab my mic and people lose their minds

And twist their hands in the air and bop their heads in time

Rockin', shoutin' (do your dance, Mike)

Because I'm built for speed like a Tour de France bike

I got the tape spinnin' in the echoplex

I keep the competition sealed under a hex

And if you waste my time then I get vexed

I'm eatin' MCs up by the dozen for breakfast

Like Franz Harary, I'm a magic man

Films in the can, cat's in the bag, carpet is shag

You can try to take the boast, but you can't take the brag

Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon

We come together upon the mic and rock it

We got styles ain't none of y'all can top it

We in the cut and, yes, we in the pocket

We're getting down and that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right

Yo, because I'm down in the basement mixin' up ink

I'm on the edge and I'm on the brink

You've got the press, and I've got the plates

We pressin' twenties by the crate

Yes, we make it happen with the rappin'

With the crunch with the Cap'n and the Boo Berry

With Count Chocula, the sound that you love

We've been getting fly with the highest above

I'm on, the one, the battle tank in Tron

You're too far gone

Argh! Another pawn

Guide searching, what channel is he on?

'Cause there ain't no sunshine when Mike D's gone

Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon

Yo, the sound man almost lost his soup on that one

He's still contemplating it though

Oh-oh, look out!

B-Boys In The Cut lyrics - Beastie Boys

To the, to the, to the people up top!

Bam! God damn!

Holy mackerel, pulling suckers' cards out the satchel

You can sleep tonight, it's OK

B Boys in the cut and we're here to stay

Vibration, sensation

Chatter up on the mic and it's an incantation

Revelation, elation

A little patience with the tribulations

Heed my flow, I got more in store

Rhymes are not just for breakfast any more

Always on vacation, like Clark and Rusty

Don't wanna make the beer fest, trust me

Boys in the cut, cu-cut

And we here, here, here to stay

Your wack style is beyond a pale

Heel up, wheel up, to the one Judge Smails

Come at me with rain, I'm coming back with hail

My broad sword will cut through your chain mail

Back up, Mike

Well, Ad-Rock, one of the greatest of all time, no disrespect

I gotta go for mine

Big Mike D, up here spitting lead paint

Bringing it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah

A-D-R-O-C-K spells relief

There's holes in my story like Leon Spinks' teeth

Good grief, the middle name's Keefe

I keep a microphone in a little, weird sheath

Boys in the cut, cu-cut

And we here, here, here to stay

I'm like Oscar the Grouch, trashy

Rockin' Derelicte, flashy

I keep it raw y'all

Just imagine the 42nd Street C train bathroom

I sizzle on the mic like a battered fried fish

Pundits in the house say, "Whoop!" That's rich!

This is the type of shit that's gonna scratch that itch

Now I'm-a set it off from up inside this bitch

I see you're looking at me and thinking 'What him do?'

Well, I rap upon this mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou

Also known as Pretty Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike

I switch up my name pretty much how I like

This routine dates way back

A lot of people may remember this routine

But it's evolved now

Yeah, from the summer before last

Well, my name is Mike D, and I gotta new name, and that new name is "Larry"!

Well, my name is Ad-Rock, and then I gotta new name, and my new name is "Harry"!

Well, my name is MCA, but I gotta new name, and that new name is "Gary"!

Well, our DJ's name has stayed the same, 'cause his new name is "Barry"!

Make Some Noise (Passion Pit Remix) lyrics - Beastie Boys

Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser

Back on the mic is the anti-depressor

Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes, we need this

The best is yet to come, and yes, believe this

Make Some Noise (Cornelius Remix) lyrics - Beastie Boys

Yeah... get up!

Yeah, uh

And then

Yes here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser

Back on the mic is the anti-depressor

Ad-Rock. No pressure. Yes. We need this

The best is yet to come and—yes—believe this

Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego

Sip on Prosecco, dressed up tuxedo

Sipping coffee playing Keno, in the casino

Want a lucky number? Ask Mike Dino

Yo I burn the competition like a flame thrower

My rhymes. They age like wine as I get older

I'm getting bolder, competition is waning

I got the feeling, assume the lane and

Make some noise if you're with me

Armed insurrection, popular election

Get paid every year like tax collection

Hear my perfection, rotary connection

Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection

I'm like an ornithologist, when I get pissed

You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted

And sifted, I'm just whiffing

When I catch you MCs it's time for wing-clipping

I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle

A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle

My ego, is off, and running, and gone

'Cause I'm about the best and if you diss then that's wrong

Make some noise if you're with me

Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision

I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching

Put it in formaldehyde and put it in the shelf

Then you can show it to your friends and say, "That's my old self."

Can't do me nutting, can't tell me "Nada"

Don't quote me now because I'm doing the lambada

The forbidden dance, here's my chance

To make romance in my b-boy stance

Parlayed romancing, into financing

Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson

The roaches check in, but they never check out

I set the record straight, no doubt

Make some noise if you're with me

Rock Hard lyrics - Beastie Boys

First! First! First!

We're the b-boys, we don't regret

There's nothing wrong with your TV set

We're a gettin' loose

We couldn't be harder

Our beats are bigger and better and longer

Got real rock shit

You must admit

Not fake, not false, not counterfeit

I can play the drums, I can play guitar

Not just b-boys, but real rock stars

Rock, rock rock

When we blow up your ship, you better hit the deck

You'll walk the plank for your dis

Respect, respect, respect

If you front on the Rock, best run and hide

If you got static, we'll take it outside

And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys

Use real rock beats, show off big toys

Like claps of thunder from a cumulus cloud

Double R pump the beat and make it real loud

Loud

A, then scratch it

Heavy metal tension running through your blood

Too much rock, step off the pud

Too much treble, mid-range, and bass

The beat's so hard, it'll dick your face

You'll crush out hard rock, hard beats

Hard rock, cold rhythms for fanatic freaks

Some people say, "This has been done."

We're here, we're now

And the battle's won

Fists! Fists! Fists!

Fists of fury in an MC bout

Rock so hard it'll knock you out

The very first blow is the kick and the snare

The beat's so def that you better beware

When you're talkin' bass right in your face

The walls crumble down, destroying the place

The finishing touch is the vocals that slam

The final blow in the five finger jam

Some! Some! Some! Some!

Sometimes I write rhythms

Sometimes I write rhymes

He writes his, and I write mine

Rock 'n roll rhythms are raunchy and raucous

We're from Manhattan, you're from Secaucus

Mike D, Ad-Rock, and MCA

Not before long I can hear you say

In a way these boys got juice

They're goin' off you know they love to get loose

Get loose get loose

Poose

Gettin' the Ad-Ad-Ad-Rock

MCA Mike D. in the place to be

The Beastie Boys showin' off the toys

That's right

Uh, uh

In the place to be

You know it, you know it

AdRock, uh uh

When the party gets loose

Slop one, slop one

And you're goin' the boots

Everybody gettin' trouble

LOV on the New York C

Double R double R

Better off the by

Just takin' off the jile

Like I lost my style

Gonna' grab my rhyme

All the Negros the got style

She's On It lyrics - Beastie Boys

(from "Krush Groove" soundtrack)

There's no confusion in her conclusion

She wants to waste my time and that's no delusion

Her final decision is perfection and precision

She's grade-A class, number one in her division

'Cause she's on it

And she's on it

She acts like a nag, I don't know how it started

Even when I'm chillin', she acts retarded

It gets annoying, so high on the tip

If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt, she'd be hard on his ship

'Cause she's on it

Cold chillin' in the spot, and she won't stop

She'll do what's best just to reach the top

She studies real hard, all night she'll cram

In school she majors in Advanced Def Jam

'Cause she's on it

And she's on it

'Cause she's on it

She's cold in the winter and cool like ice

Sometimes she gets loose, sometimes she gets nice

Her heart starts beatin', her hands get clammy

'Cause she used to be stuck up, now she's on my jammy

'Cause she's on it

And she's on it

Her bedroom eyes, they start to twitch

But she won't front, 'cause she's got that itch

She'd drop to her knees if we'd only say please

Instead of counting sheep, cold counting Beasties

'Cause she's on it

And she's on it

Ch-Check It Out Lyrics – Beastie Boys

All you trekkies and tv addicts
Don't mean to diss
Don't mean to bring static
All you klingons in the fucking house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no i didn't retire
I'll snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers

Like mutual of omaha
Got the ill boat
You've never seen before
Gliding in the glades
And like lorne greene
You know i get paid
Like caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like darren or hazel
I'm a mother fucking nick at night with
Classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm no alarm
Cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that
I've got friends and family that i respect
When i think i'm too good
They put me in check
So believe when i say i'm no better than you
Except when i rap
So i guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out

Said, "doc what's the condition
I'm a man that's on a mission"
Said, "son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician"
Like a scientist
Mmmm when i'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like einstein and the rappin' duke combined
Hey baby bubba now what the deal
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi
Some hot potato
I stole your mic and you won't see it later
Cause i work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier
Engineer
I wear cotton but i don't wear sheer

Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip i'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase
And my crews amazin'
We're working on the record yo
So stay patient

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out

Now, i go by the name of the king adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like miss piggy
Who moi
I am the one with the clientele.
You say, "adrock, you rock so well"
I've got class like pink champale
Mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale

Don't test me
They can't arrest me
I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo calm down
You look cable guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip hop b

Get your clothes right out the dryer
Put armor all up on your tire
Sport that fresh attire
Tonight we goin' out set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head
And say, "those were the days"

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out

Right Right Now Now Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Once upon a time up on this mic
MC's be really workin' on what they write
With the sound delight we rock all night
And yes we're gonna party for the right to fight
We're international like Matt Takei
Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei
Still around the way is where we'll stay
Say what we mean, mean what we say
Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and
What we do now is future moulding
Columbine bowling, childhood stolen
We need a bit more gun controlling

Right, Right, Now, Now
What is goin' on?
We, We, Gotta, Gotta
Get it goin' on
Be, Be, Fore, Fore
It's Too Far Gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!"
Rockin' this flow I could go all night
I'm not here to fight, or incite
I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright
I'm getting kind of tired of the situation
The US attacking other nations
And narration, on every station
False election's got me losing my patience
I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way
And yes I got to say fuck the KKK
And oh yeah hey, how about today?
If you want to set it off then let me hear you say

Right, Right, Now, Now
What is goin' on?
We, We, Gotta, Gotta
Get it goin' on
Be, Be, Fore, Fore
It's Too Far Gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

I went to get a loan and they asked my race
I wrote down human inside the space
It's a disgrace how they try to debase
It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace
Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise
I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice
With the rhyme precise, the word is nice
So please pass me the Reunite on ice
Well let's go to work and not beserk
'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt
Try to smooth it out like Levert
Keep the mind alert and not revert

Right, Right, Now, Now
What is goin' on?
We, We, Gotta, Gotta
Get it goin' on
Be, Be, Fore, Fore
It's Too Far Gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

3 The Hard Way Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models
Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains
Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell
At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L
We be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks
With the diamond stylus we cutting wax
We're the super elastic bubble plastic
Got ethereal material that's straight up classic
You try to vex reject but you should respect
Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx * 1
So don't start to flex up in the discotheque
Or we'll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rex

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

Your rhyme technique, it is antique
To all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques?
Que cosa fai? Come sta e?
Ho fato molte telefonate
Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza
Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh
Holler back challah bread... next
We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex
I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me
I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties
Time to count MC's in this place to be
Not five, not four, not two, just three

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

Round-house kick the mic out your hand
Drunken mantis, my name brand
So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand
I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scam
Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop
I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop
So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait
E.T. phone home now get the fuck out my face
You know we shake'em bake'em then we take'em
Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake'em
If you sell our CDs on Canal before we make'em
Then we will have no alternative but to serve you
on a platter like Steak'Em

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

It Takes Time To Build Lyrics – Beastie Boys

If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check
It's time to let'em know what we expect
Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC
Hold up wait up you know we come correct
You wanna change things up, well hey just get set
It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck
It's easier to break things than build it correct
We've got a president we didn't elect
The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect
And still the US just wants to flex
Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

Hate filled people wanna keep us in check
Tearin' down each other is what they expect
If you want love well hey that's a bet
We've got to give before we can get
Waiting like a batter who is on deck
When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck
So let's calibrate and check our specs
We need a little shift on over towards the left
I don't really know but I suspect
I think it's due time that we inspect
How they get their information and their facts are checked
Another press conference someone's talking out their neck

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

So step up to the window and place your bets
Is the US gonna keep breaking necks
Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex
And the military muscle that he wants to flex
By the time Bush is done what will be left
Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque
Environmental destruction and the national dept
But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest
What the real deal why you can't connect
Why you hating people that you never met
Didn't your mama teach you to show some respect?
Why not open your mind for a sec?

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

Rhyme The Rhyme Well Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Now my name is Adrock I've got a story to tell
When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell
And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

Oh you didn't know I got the flow
I could sing, rap, dance in just one show
With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin
Mother fuckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins
Hey could you please pass me the peas
And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze
I'm the player and the coach I'm no roach
I bought my grandma a brand new broach

Well I'm MCA with a story to tell
When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well
And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin'
I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman
I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin'
Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin'
Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing
Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin'
I'm party crashin' so you better batten
Down those hatches stop procrastin-

Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell
And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell
And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well

Went to the top and never went pop and
Came back down but still not stopping
I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?"
Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan
So start packing because I'm back in
The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan

Now push the pause button then start ducking
Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton,
Hutton shhhhhhhh, Hutton shhh, Hutton shhhhhhh,
Hutton SHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Triple Trouble Lyrics – Beastie Boys

If You
If You
Wanna Know
Wanna Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up to speed

Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser
Ain't selling out to advertisers
What you get is what you see
And you won't see me out there advertising
See I like to party not drink Bacardi
'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody
Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel
'Cause this is like having a delicious meal

Moving the crowd, well that's a must
I got some words that apply to us and that's
Mesmerizing, tantalizing
Captivating, we're devastating

If You
If You
Wanna Know
Wanna Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up to speed

Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier
Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer
If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere
Run this rap game like a brigadier
I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven
Snares on the five and thirteen
Rhymes on time and that's the given
We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it
Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin'
The source of the problem is at the origin
You've got lyrics that have got me cringin'
You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin'

If You
If You
Wanna Know
Wanna Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up to speed

Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn
Cerrone on the microphone I am
Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar
My rhymes are better
What the Helen in Troy is that?
Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack?
I'm beautiful you can't touch me
If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed

We're originators you can't feign
Ignorance or pass the blame
'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain
'Nuff beats to drive you insane
'Nuff moves to make your neck crane
'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain
'Nuff heat to leave you in flames
'Nuff style that you can't defame
You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt
With the style so new y'all be like what?
Turn the party out like a bon vivant
With the skill at will that I know you want
On a hot day sip on iced latte
Devious like Wyllie Coyote
Hot to trote or maybe not-e
'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body

Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating

If You
If You
Wanna Know
Wanna Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up to speed

Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny
Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle
thus making their beauty a bit awkward

Hey Fuck You Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
Look give it back you're wicky wack
With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball
You sold a few records but don't get slick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You've been in the game, your career is long
But when you break it down you've only got 2 songs
MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

I read about you up on page 6
They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now talk about your face now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!"
I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself

Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am
With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam
But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

Oh Word? Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Yo what the schnitzel we're back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact
I don't care what you heard or care what you seen
I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine
Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary
I go with the flow though the tempo varies
So twist the cap and pop the cork
My name's Adrock made in New York

Oh word?

What the ponytail, I don't eat snail
I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail
'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls
And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls
And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block
And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock
So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking
The name's MCS made in downtown Brooklyn

Oh word?

Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth
I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief
I may be paranoid you tried to fade me
Here's a song for you "Lady"
Make you bug out like you don't know what to do
Your momma says "shame on you"
When you're dancing with your crew
So get that poor chicken up off your fork
My name's Mike D made in New York

Oh word?

Yo what the talafel you gotta get up awful
Early to fool Mr. Furley
And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could
Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley
Listen up biters go please stop
While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop
Believe what you heard when you talk
My name is Adrock made in New York

Oh word?
What the phone booth word to hair moose
You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth
Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out
The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth
Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees
I'll have dog pemmican with my tea
Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin'
The names MCS made in Downtown Brooklyn

Oh word?

Yo, what the doofus, say good night
You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right
Times are off the hinges leave your 2 way at the door
We're all up the creek a long way from shore
Not walking around looking to get you cake
The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes
This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke
The name's Mike D made in New York

Oh word?

That's It That's All Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright
'Cause George W's got nothing on me
We got to take the power from he
When I'm on the mic I feel good to go
Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa
So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know
And my zodiac sign is Scorpio
Look what the cat dragged in
The creme de la creme without the skin
So take a rest and mind your own biz

And that's it that's all that's all there is

Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you

One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan
Let's go to work, get those hands clappin'
Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate
Don't underrate how I operate
It ain't what you say, it's what you mean
Intention leads to action, that is my theme
So pay attention now as I begin to recap
Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back

Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz
I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids
'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz

And that's it that's all that's all there is

Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you

Brand new

The time and place for the mind is here and now
Keep the mind present less to worry about
But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head
Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead
Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo
Like George Whipple on New York One
Got a hairy ass and that's no fun
I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone
And on the microphone you know that I'm at home
It's time we looked past all our differences
An' that's it that's all that's all there is
Come on

Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you

An' that's
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you

All Lifestyles Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen
Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend
Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre
Nice up the sound for the A to D
I'm a Wonderama snake can winner
Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner
I'm the one that one that dance contest
'Cause you know I dance the best
All you gotta do is do your thing you see
'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be
My name is Adrock and I aim to please
And I gotta spread love in society

We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form

What you saw what you heard
I get involved I might disturb
And if you want what's going down
You might just get that silky sound
So what'cha want? So what'cha need?
I've got the fonts you want to read
Get in the game you gotta scheme
All the same I've got the team
More new wave not OG
Walking down the block you say "Yo D!
When you coming out with the new CD
That spreads love in society?"

We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form

Goto goto goto goto
Don't mess with crack or the baking soda
Whether in the high rise where you live like Roda
Or in the shack and you live like Yoda
Once again it's on like a brand new morn
Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm
All you spazzes and you freaks
Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique
If it don't hurt nobody else than
Don't be afraid to be yourself and
Special dedication and so on
to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms
We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form

Shazam! Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

I sneak a chicken tikka
Marsala at a gala event
I represent that's stupid that's for sure
You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature"
I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye
All this cheese is gonna make me cry
Gorgonzola, Provolone
Don't even get me started on this microphone
Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka
I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper
On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy
Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!"

Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis
Got the edge and I've got the advantage
If you could see things from my vantage
Point then you could better understand this
I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night
I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight
When it comes to panache I can't be beat
I got the most style from below 14th street
Internationally known as the Keebler Elf
Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf
I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti
Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie

Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps
Posing like you're rolling with that camp
In layman's terms let me break it down
You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder
I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back
So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac
I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner
Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton
Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama
Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama?
Goodness gracious golly gee
Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie!

Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!

Freak out with the genie....

An Open Letter To NYC Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen

Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers
Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders
We come together on the subway cars
Diversity unified, whoever you are
We're doing fine on the One and Nine line
On the L we're doin' swell
On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss
'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must
I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks
Running home after school to play PIX * 1
At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street
And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet
Dear New York I hope you're doing well
I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell
So, we give thanks for providing a home
Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen

The L.I.E. the B.Q.E
Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D.
Get my BVD's from VIM
You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can
Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's got thrown out
Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out
You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross
But everybody started looting when the light went off
From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge
From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge
From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side
From 1010 WINS to Live At Five
Dear New York this is a love letter
To you and how you brought us together
We can't say enough about all you do
'Cause in the city were ourselves and electric too

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen

Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem
To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met
Before they moved on down to the Upper West
I see you're still strong after all that's gone on
Life long we dedicate this song
Just a little something to show some respect
To the city that blends and mends and tests
Since 911 we're still livin'
And lovin' life we've been given
Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us
Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust
Dear New York I know a lot has changed
2 towers down but you're still in the game
Home to many rejecting know one
Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen

Crawlspace Lyrics – Beastie Boys

There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil
So deal with that troop were troopers
The only air time you get is on bloopers
Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space
So renovate or evacuate
You better think twice before you start flossing
I been in your bathroom often
Taking punk MC's out I'm all about
My to do list today is turn the party out
Getting hot in here no room to breath
I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep
No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock
I go by the name of the King Adrock
So here's a match my ass and your face
Listen when I tell you dog;
I'm in your crawl space

You're in front of my house and you know that's wack
Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack
You suckers try to front like you've got the force
But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course
Don't even get me started on intercourse...
A 14! 9
Don't step into my zone or even periphery
Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery
The way you act a fool son you can't erase
I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase
You tried to take my title now put it back in place
But now you're busted wearing panties and lace
Steeling my style from my trophy case
But my drive's secure like an army base
You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase
But you ain't never gonna catch me;
I'm in your crawl space

Schematics, blueprints and microfilm
Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm
'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier
And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area
Omnipresent and omnipotent
My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
This means huge compared to very small
You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall?
'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof
They're like anvils lined up on a roof
Waiting to drop on your corny melon
'Cause were not buying what you're selling
First you want to battle then you start to whine
You're looking hungry, it must be snack time
So run home where you feel safe
But don't sleep Cochise;
I'm in your crawl space

The Brouhaha Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Now what the blood clot I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop?
Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest?
You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis
Ya hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor?
It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour
A phenomenon pandemonium
The club is blowing up like plutonium
What's all the fanfare what's the to do
We're known to bring the hullabaloo
On stage or at the spa
Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha

'Cause it's a brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha

There's a commotion that's goin' down
I talk more shit then drown the clown
I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil
With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say
Ten nine eight seven six five four
Get upon the mic and I'm a even the score
one two three, three to two one
don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun
Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip
Pass me the mint for the julep
Tell me everybody where is the love
Hey yo what's the motherfuckin' hubbub

'Cause it's a brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha

Communicator check one two one two
This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu
Set the bullshit to warp factor one
Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun
Oh mai oui you can catch me
At Jean Vie with a pastry
C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas
Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha
Ha haha haha!
Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin'
Goin' rao rao with the dungeon dragon
You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind
But if they don't dance and then they won't dance they can kiss my fuckin' ass
'Cause it's a brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha

We Got The Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Who got the chance to make things right?
Why the politicians always want to fight?
The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh!
Let me tell you what you can do
Step outside the cone of silence
Too much hatred and violence
It's time to rewind
We need a military decline
Got the power of the mind focused
Government like a locust
Are we gone or just going?
Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all

Who got the power to make a difference?
Who got the power to make a change?
Who got the power to make a difference?
We got the
We got the
We got the

Eyes on the prize and never wane
Take the bull by the reins
If you want it be the change
Like Ghandi and MLK
Wait up, got to change the system
Need knowledge, power and wisdom
Same way I rock this microphone
Speak up, just let it be known
Hey ladies, fellas
And everyone between
Take the power back, let them react
And let's show them what we mean; Check it out

Who got the power to make a difference?
Who got the power to make a change?
Who got the power to make a difference?
We got the
We got the
We got the

We can work, walk, march and protest
Think about how we approach this
Ask questions but they keep frontin'
Due time we change a little something
Hey yo don't you know
Won't forget Amaduous Diallo
To the crooked people and the crooked cops
Got to spread love before the world goes pop
Never again should we use the A-bomb
We need an international ban on
all W.O.M.D.'s gone
We need a multilateral disarm

Who got the power to make a difference?
Who got the power to make a change?
Who got the power to make a difference?
We got the
We got the
We got the

"Hello Nasty" (1998)

Super Disco Breakin' Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Well it's 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
It's 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'
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
World is the 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
Cause 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'
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'

The Move Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Yo..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 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

[Spanish Crap]

Remote Control Lyrics – Beastie Boys

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 I want Control
Remote I want 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 misled 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 I want Control
Remote I want Control
Remote I want Control
Remote I want 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 it 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

Song For The Man Lyrics – Beastie Boys

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

Just A Test Lyrics – Beastie Boys

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

Body Movin' Lyrics – Beastie Boys

Ready, one.
You will do this four times with the left
Four with the right
Then eight times with both
Then repeat.

Body movin, body movin
A-1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin.

Now Let me get some action from the back section
We need body rocking not perfection
Let your back bone flip but dont slip a disc
Let your spine unwind just take a risk
I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn
Now, tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking, inter-lockin
And up-rockin electro-shocking
We're getting down computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
All of y'all get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with

Body movin, body movin
with the a-1 sound sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin.

Stand erect, arms down,
Swing left arm big same with the right

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 music makin 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
A-1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin

Left arm ready and one,
and again, stand erect

Mike D with the master plan
I said 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
And Adrock light up the place
And if you pull my card you pull the ace
And if you ask me to turn up the bass
And if you play defender I could be your hyper space

Body movin, body movin
with the a-1 sound sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin.

You will do eight hops on the left, eight on the right
Four left four right, two left, two right
then one each: left, right, left, right
start and land on the balls of the feet
left foot, ready, it's one, two, three, four, five.

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