Beastie Boys - It Takes Time to Build

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 SUVs, strung-out on OPEC

Hold up, wait up, you know, we come correct
You wanna change things up, well, hey, then 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, what, we gonna break our necks

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

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

So step up to the window and place your bets
Is the US gonna keep breaking necks
Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex
And the military muscle that he wants to flex

By the time Bush is done what will be left
Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque
Environmental destruction and the national debt
But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest

What the real deal, why you can't connect?
Why you hating people that you never met?
Didn't your mama teach you to show some respect?
Why not open your mind for a sec?

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

It takes
It takes
It takes
It takes
It takes
It takes

The idea is to keep the green alien landing craft from taking your humans from the ground and changing them into mutants
A mutant is very dangerous to you because he flies faster than you do and shoots at you

Beastie Boys - Shadrach

Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey

Riddle me this, my 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
Well, who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall
And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al
And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
We're just three MCs, and we're on the go
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego!

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shad— Hey, hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm

Only twenty-four hours in a day
Only twelve notes, well, a man can play
Music for all, but not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers
Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers (Wow)
If not for my vices, and my bugged-out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires
'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business and pleasure way too much
You know, wine and women and song and such
I don't get blue, I got a mean red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo, that's weak
Get even like Steven (Even) like pulling a Rambo
Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! (You know)

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shad— Hey, hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm

Steal from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks
Givin' to the poor, and I always give thanks
Because I've got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger
I hold the title, and you are the challenger
I've got money like Charles Dickens
I've got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I'm always going out dapper like Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman
(Newman)

(Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego)
(Shad—)
(Oh, never gonna let 'em say that I don't love you)
(Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego)
(Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego)

Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
And Adam Yoggin is Yauch, and he's rockin' of course, wow
Smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally 'round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Like Jerry Lee Swaggart 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 (Say what?) The popcorn
Sippin' on wine and mackin'
Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin', yeah
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Homes
(Being very proud of bein' MCs)
And then the man upstairs, well, 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
Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do? Hell no!
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego!

Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no)
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shad—

Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey

Beastie Boys - Live Wire

I know where you got to be going but you don't know why
I see things I ought not to know but I can't help life
You never knew my heart for you was monster size

You're a live wire
You're a live wire

Let me know when you wanna check out for the all time high
My man told me long hellos and short good byes
But you are something else, I love you, please don't die

You're a live wire
You're a live wire

Beastie Boys - Check Your Head

It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all

Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh

Well, Mike D, what's up?
Yo, Yauch, what up?
Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin' onion
I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyon's
I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm gettin' souped up
It's time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper, the news with Ernie Anastos
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
See, I've got more spice than the Frugal Gourmet

It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all

Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh

Well, Mike D (huh), what you got for me?
Show these good people what it means to be D
Well, they call me Mike D with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a yes man
With a point to make you're bound to take a stand
'Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
I've got every type of flavor style that will suit ya
You know the bass is real fat, because it's gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the high hat

Finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
A finger lickin', a lickin', lickin' good, y'all

Yo, Yauch, what up?
Mike D, what's up?
Come on, Yauch, let's tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab ahold of your attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep I'll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and bustin' some treats and
Sporting the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm lacking from the macking I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution
Well, I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff

I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough

Whipped-whipped-whipped cream
Whipped-whipped-whipped cream

We're gonna be out of her in a minute
So this one goes out to my man Mario C
My brother Adrock cuttin' it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin' good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is finger lickin' good, y'all

Beastie Boys - An Open Letter To NYC

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

O n 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

T o 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

Beastie Boys - Unite

Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell

I've got the ill technique so you know me be 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

Explain to me really what doctors must do, I said

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 smoke 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 day light

BGirls of the world unite alright

Keep it on and on

Beastie Boys - Flute Loop

So, just sit back and max and relax

Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up

'Cause I get funky like diaper rash

And you know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cash

I've got sex rhymes like Victoria's got secrets

To all you porn peepers who are trying to peep this

I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing

Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave

Like virgin pow on the peaks of a.k.

Like a sound that to the depths of the soul

Well that's the feeling that I make my goal

A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my grape ape

I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape

Because I get ill when I'm on the pause button

And I get my fill and you can't say nothing

More soul on this train then Don Cornelius

Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus

Just getting on the mic at the monthly function

Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction

Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret

Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it

And so the story goes on and on

Down in S.D. 50 'till early morning

Beastie Boys - Make Some Noise

Yeah

Get up

Yeah

Uhh

Yes, here we go again give you more nothing lesser

Back on the mic it's the anti-depresser

Ad-rock, no pressure, yes we need this

The best is yet to come and yes believe this

Let go 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 flame thrower

My rhymes age like wine as I get older

I'm getting bolder competition is waning

I've 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 our mother fucking right to fight

Make some noise if you're with me

Make some noise if you're with me

Make some noise if you're with me

Make some noise if you're with me

Our resurrection by popular election

Get paid every year like tax collection

Hear my perfection a rotary connection

Taking M.C.'s down by lethal rap injection

I'm like an ornithologist when I get miffed

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

And sifted - I'm just riffin'

When I catch MC's it's time for wing clippin'

I fly like a hawk or better yet a eagle a seagull

I sniff suckers out like a beagle

My ego is off and runnin' and gone

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

We got a party on the left

A party on the right

We gotta party for our mother fucking right to fight

Make some noise if you're with me

Make some noise if you're with me

Make some noise if you're with me

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 bitchin'

Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf

So you can show it to your friends and say "that's my old self"

Can't do me nothin' can't tell me nada

Don't bug me now because I'm doin' the lambada

The forbidden dance, here's my chance

To make romance in my b-boy stance

Parlay my romancing into the financing

Open 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 party on the left

A party on the right

We gotta party for our mother fucking right to fight

Make some noise if you're with me

Make some noise if you're with me

Make some noise if you're with me

Make some noise if you're with me

Beastie Boys - Brass Monkey

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey

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

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey

Brass Monkey junkie

That funky Monkey

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

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey

Brass Monkey junkie

That funky Monkey

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

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey

Brass Monkey junkie

That funky Monkey

Beastie Boys - The Skills to Pay the Bills

I've got the skills to pay the bills, yo

I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills

I've got the skills to pay the bills

Ah what you got, I got the skills to pay the bills

I'm Mike D and I'm bustin' out trap kits (Haha)

The time has come so I'm going to rap this (yeah)

You Rip Van Winkle, (c'mon, c'mon) now you're gonna wake up

MC's, pick up a hobby that you're gonna' take up

Well, on the stage I'm known to break fool, huh

But when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo)

Workin' on my game cause it's time to tax

I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit

Up to the top, 'till the very last drop (yeah)

I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say

I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound

You horny MC's, I watch you getting around my... agh shit

The skills to pay the bills

I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills

I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills

I got the skills to pay the bills, ya'll

So it better pull through when it comes to me

Let it go down like it's supposed to be

Words together like birds in a flock

Ah yes rhymes on time like the hands on a clock

Well I'm an epileptic, a skept-a-cleptic, check it

I'm cutting up the beats from the bear, I clept it

I fucked around and then I lost my tooth ahaa

I'm telling everybody it's the goddamn truth

Like Dennis Coffey, I'm a Scorpio (scorpio)

Like my man Schneider, I'm a super ho (super ho)

Making mountains out of molehills and rockin' some mo' skills

Butt naked beats with butt naked fills

I got the skills - what skills

To pay the bills

I got the skills - what skills

To pay the bills

I got the skills - what skills

To pay the bills

I got the skill to pay the bills ya'll

Hu-hu-hu-haa

A-wella', wella', wella', wella', welcome back

I don't sell bullets and I don't sell crack

Rub a little oil on my neck and back, shit

Now listen baby doll, we outta hit the sack

The original, Young Aboriginal (oohoo)

Continued evolution of an individual, well I'll tell ya

Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore

It's 1992 and still no one to vote for

Well, like my words is what I'm seeing through my own eyes

A little vision of the truth in a world of lies

When it comes to coming off I like to get my fill

Well I got the skills

I got the skills to pay the bills, y'all

I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills

hh what you got Mike - my skills to pay the bills

Agh yea, I got the skills to pay the bills, y'all

Wooo, getta got gotta got gotta got some

We got the mad skills in '92, boy

Yeah, you know what I'm saying

Skills... to pay the bills

Skills y'all I got skills to pay the bills

Skills y'all Skills to pay the bills

What skills skills skills to pay the bills

Yeah yeah skills to pay the bills

What skills money money

What skills makin' ah money money

What skills makin' makin' makin' money

What skills makin' makin' money

What skills ya'll gotta' pay the bills

I got skills y'all to pay the bills

I got skills ya'll

I got I got a I got a I got a got the skills y'all..

My skills to pay the bills..

Mario C, ya he's paid the bills

Mike D, y'all, you know I pay the bills

And AdRock, yeah, let's pay the bills

Beastie Boys - Root Down

That's a record

Uhhhh...
Huh

Yeah, I kick it root down
I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna’ kick it?
Gonna’ kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna’ kick it?
Gonna’ kick it root down
So how you gonna’ kick it?
Gonna’ kick it root down
Gonna’ break it on down, gonna’ kick it root down

It's not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
I’m like sweetie pie by the stone alliance
Everbody knows I'm known for dropping science
‘Cause I'm electric like Dick Hyman
I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin'
Never let you down with the stereo sound
So, Mike, get on the mic and turn it out

We're talking root down, I put my boot down (boot down)
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down (loot down)
I said it’s root down, it's time to scoot down (scoot down)
I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down (goose down)
Come up representing from the upper west
Money Making putting me to the test
Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed
Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest (yeah, Mike it, Mike it)

Well, I'm not coming out goofy like the fruit of the loom guys
Just strutting like The Meters with the “Look-ka Py Py"
Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born
But when the snow is fallin’, then I am gone (oh weee)
You might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
So break it to the root when we kick it on down
Jimmy Smith is my man, I want to give him a pound

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Cause how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down (yeah)

Well, Adrock (huh)
Don't stop, come on
Just get on the mic with the tic and the toc

I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like brim
I'm walking down your block and you say that's him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beatsie Boys, you know we come to get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say “Oh my god, that's the funky shit!
So I’m-a pass the mic and cause a panic (yeah)
The original nasal kid is doing damage

Every morning I took the train to High Street Station
Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation
On the way back up, hearing battle tapes
Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes
Like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee
There's one you should know, (yeah)
Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due
MCA, grab the mic and ma bell will connect you

Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
"If dancin' prays to the lord then I will feel alright"
It feels good to play a little music (music)
Tears running down my face ‘cause I love to do it (love to do it)
And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone (yeah)
I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom (yeah)
For bringing me into this world and so on

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna rock it?
Gonna rock it root down
Break it on down, gonna kick it root down

Yeah, that shit's on down

And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario
And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario
And that's a record, that's a record to Mario

Beastie Boys - Jimmy James

This next one's the first song on our new album

People how you doin', there's a new day dawnin'
For the earth mother, it's a brand new mornin'
For such a long while, there's been such a longin'
But now the sun is shinin', let's roll back the awnin'

This is a type of kinda like a formal dedication
Givin' out a shout
For much inspiration
All I ever really want to do is get nice
Get loose and goof a little slice of life
Sendin' out love to all corners of the land
I jump up on the stage and take the mic in my hand
I'm not playin' the roll, just being who I am
And if you try to dis me, I couldn't give a damn

Bass from the back of my car feels soothin'
Eight bazookas is what I'm usin'
I'm Mike D, and it's been proven
I love it when I see the party people just movin'
Strapped on my ear goggles and what did I see?
But the music brought the people into harmony

Beastie Boys - Putting Shame In Your Game

Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright

Trans-hypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
Before you know it they're boomeranging on back
Well I'm the king of Boogle there is none higher
I get eleven points off the word 'quagmire'
Fools can't see me and that's how it is
And that's how I like it and that's my biz

Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright

Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast to really grasp though we may try
Deny, till we die, ooh my my
These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
Second by second and minute by minute
"It's like lotto you gotta be" "in it to win it"
Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise
Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin' those vibes
So tell me what you need that you have got
Fiending on power will make your blood clot
It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
That's why we can't all just get along
We're all connected like a Lego set
One equaling one together like a croquette
Whether we have or have not yet met
Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat

Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright

You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
The selfish ways just can't maintain
But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
Well I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
You be like 'Hello Nasty, where you been?'
It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon
I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
I get so hyped when I hear this song
It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong
Don't grease my palms with your filthy cash
Multinationals spreading like a rash
I might stick around or I might be a fad
But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad

Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright

Beastie Boys - Pass The Mic

If you can feel what I'm feeling then it's a musical masterpiece
Hear what I'm dealing with then that's cool at least
What's running through my mind comes through in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way that I talk and this is me, y'all
An M.C., y'all my name is M.C.A. and I still do what I please
And now I'd like to introduce (what's up?)
I'll pass the mic to D for a fistful of truth

The name is D, y'all, and I don't play
And I can rock a block party 'till your hair turns grey
(So, what you sayin'?) I explode on site
I'm like Jimmy Walker, I'm (dy-no-mite!)
And now I'd like to pass the mic
To Adrock, c'mon and do anything you like

I'm the A-D-R-O-C-K, in the place with the bass, I'm going all the way
I can't stop y'all, tock-tick, y'all
And if you think that you're slick you'll catch a brick y'all
'Cause I'ma turn it in and I'ma turn it out
But for now I've got to pass the mic to Yauch

Well, on and on and on and on
I can't stop, y'all, 'till' the early morn'
So rock-rock, y'all, tick-tock y'all, to the beat, y'all
To the beat, y'all, c'mon and rock, y'all

I give thanks for inspiration, it guides my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say

Well, everybody rapping like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So this is what I've got to say to you all
Be true to yourself and you will never fall
And now I'd like to pass the mic to the A

my name is M.C.A
I've been coming to where I am from the get-go
Find that I can groove with the beat when I let go
So put your worries on hold
Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul
And now I'd like to pass the mic
To my brother Adrock, c'mon and shine like a light

Yes, yes, y'all and yes, yes, y'all
I'm always on time, nevertheless, y'all
And that's right, y'all
I shed light, y'all
I've got no time in my life to get uptight, y'all
So what you gonna say that I don't know already?
I'm like Clyde and I'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun, so Mike D (that's me!)
C'mon and get some

M-I-K-E to the D
You come and see me and you pay your fee
Do what I do professionally
To tell the truth I am exactly what I want to be
Now Adrock (huh?) and M.C.A (yeah?)
Let's rock this joint in the old school way

Well, I'm on 'till the crack of dawn
Mowing down M.C.'s like I'm mowing the lawn
I go off like nothing can phase me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie?
(One of these days, D!)
But I can stand my ground and I am down
To wax an M.C who acts like a clown
But for now, I'd like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd?

Beastie Boys - I Want Some

I give to this world 'till I've got nothing to give to
I give thanks to this world for the life that I've lived through
Stress gets in the way of the shit that we're doing
We'll bum rush the door if you don't let the whole crew in

I want some

Give me the chance and I will show you what I'm feeling
My mind's caught up in the shit the man's dealing
looking Ahead the next level we're gonna take it to
I guess I should be happy it's a day that we made it through

I want some

Beastie Boys - Egg Man

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 boyee

Yeh, that's right, I'm the Egg Man
Driving Around, King of the town
Always got my windows rolled down
You know, I'm the Egg Man

Once upon a time
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

Up on the roof, in my car
Up all night, I'm pulling through signs like Dolomite
The mack, I'm the Egg Man
Taxi Driver, I'm the Egg Man

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

Beastie Boys - Slow Ride

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 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 rhythms, 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

Beastie Boys - Ok

Oah-kayyyyy!

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 okay
Tell me somethin new to start the day
Said see you later, when you coming 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!
Ok

Wrapped in pink ribbon so pretty
My name's Mike D from New York City
I guess it's all in the mind
But I fell behind

I thought it'd be smooth like a nice nutter butter
But I start to cringe every word that you utter
Yes you said yo're 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 this sky gone red?

What is goin on in my head?
Why's this sky gone red?
What is going on in my head?
Heard you the fist time that sounds great now

What is goin on in my head? Why's this sky gone red?
What is goin on in my head? Why's this sky gone red?
What is goin on in my head? Why's this 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 plain clothes 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 goin on in my head?
And why has the sky gone all red?
Be kind rewind or at least
Tell me what it is I did or just say
What should I say
Hmm, ok?

Yeah yeah right right - Ok
Ok!

Beastie Boys - Beastie Boys

Ahn, B-E-A-S-T-I-E, go.
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
That's just what Beasties gotta' be.
Can't you see this is an emergency?
Can you feel the urgency?
B-E-A-S-T-I-E.
B-E-A-S-T-I-E.
With the hold of democracy.
In a state of emergency now.

Ahn, going out to rock the state.
Let's just come and take unique.
All across the stormy sea.
Better days in democracy.
B-E-A-S-T-I-E.
B-E-A-S-T-I-E.
Captain stayed off so merrily.
In a state of emergency now.

Ahn B-E-A-S-T-I-E.
Cops just don't have respect to me.
World is filled with tyranny.
All across the stormy sea.
B-E-A-S-T-I-E.
B-E-A-S-T-I-E.
Who the hell are we, off to see?
Let's just come and take unique.
Now B-E-A-S-T-I-E, go.
B-E-A-S-T-I-E, go.

Beastie Boys - Lee Majors Come Again

Doin' it big
I'm the lyrical mathematical, genius
Splashin' like lime juice
You never seen this
Internationally known
The longest the leanest
Shout out the one Jose Nenis
Hit 'em with the rhyme
And the rhyme don't stop
Yeah we got the beat
And the beat go drop
The ping pong paddle
Make the batter go pop
Now take a look around this spot
I'm seeing every detail
Like an over-cranked camera
Sleestacks in the back say "Damn ya!"
You say "I can't", and "I say "Why can't you""
Chopping the track in the - in the land of...

Yo 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
Yo 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 D.J. not Dr. Brassiere
Dropping bombs like a bombardier
Cocao he's a chocolatiere
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 like a Mormon, we 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
Yo 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

Lee Majors come again
Like the sixteen billion dollar man
Ooh 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 round house 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
A Von Dutch cap Ugg boots to match
Once the word gets out you can't take it back
I'm a pause tape competition expert winner
Just a doggone long armed tall yarn spinner
You want to 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
Yo 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