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 - 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 - 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 - So What'cha Want

Just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris you're eating crazy
Cheese like you'd think I'm from Paris you know I get fly you
Think I get high you know that I'm gone and I'm a tell you all why
So tell me who are you dissing maybe I'm missing the reason that
You're smiling or wilding so listen in my head I just want to
Take 'em down imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em
Down let it flow like a mud slide when I get on I like to ride and
Glide I've got depth of perception in my text why'all I get props at my
Mention 'cause I vex why'all so what'cha want you're so funny with
The money that you flaunt where'd you get your information
From you think that you can front when revelation comes

You can't front on that
Well they call me Mike D the ever loving man I'm like Spoonie Gee
I'm the metropolitician you scream and you holler about my
Chevy Impala but the sweat is getting wet around the ring around
Your collar but like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping goin' from
Mic to mic kickin' it wall to wall well I'll be calling out you people
Like a casting call it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a
Ride with your know with your flow when you're out getting by
Believe me what you see is what you get and you see me coming off
As you can bet I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind

You can't front on that
But little do you know about something that I talk about I'm tired
Of driving it's due time that I walk about but in the meantime, I'm
Wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize
Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm here to rock why'all I want you off the wall
If you're playing the wall so what'cha want why'all suckers write me
Checks and then they bounce so I reach in my pocket for the
Fresh amount see I'm the long leaner victor the cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena I'm as cool as a
Cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce you've got the rhyme and reason
But no cause so if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker
Than grease I've got news for you crews
You'll be sucking like a leach

You can't front on that
So what'cha want

Beastie Boys - Time For Livin'

Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight

Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
Ain't nobody got to yell I can see
Ain't nobody got the pain I can hear
But if I have to I'll yell in your ear

Time for living
Time for giving
Time for living
Time for giving
Time for living
Time for giving
Time for living
Time for giving

Ain't nobody to to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell I can see
I said ain't nobody got the pain I can hear
But if I have to I will yell in your ear

Soul fire
Soul fire
And we ain't got no water
We don't got no water

Time for living time for giving
No time for making up a monster to sell
Time for living time for giving
No time for breakin' out a lie to sell