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
Oh
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
'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
'Cause she's on it
'Cause 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
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
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