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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Shake Your Rump

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio
Staying up all night
So like a pimp I'm pimpin'
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
Oowah oowah is my disco call
MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines, I bust, rhymes, I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
I'm on time homie that's how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point
It's the joint

Mike D, yeah? With your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings
Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beaches down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout
Other DJ's he'll take your head out
A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing I'm
In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be peakin' or freakin' but I rock well
The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rump

Full clout y'all
Full clout y'all
And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out y'all
Full clout

Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah we've got beef chief
We're knocking out teeth chief
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith
Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip no skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Whoo ha got them all in check
Running from the law the press and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond?
No mine's Clarence
From downtown Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
Shake your rump

Beastie Boys - Triple Trouble

Kicking lyrics right to your brain
When you hear the saying
You'll be right as rain

If you (if you)
Want to know (want to 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, check it out

'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 a wheelie one-wheel
This is like having a delicious meal
And well, 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

So if you (if you)
Want to know (want to know)
The real deal about the three
Well, let us tell you, we're triple trouble ya'll
We got to bring you up to speed, now check it out

Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier
Versatile all-temp-a-cheer
If you want a 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, check-it
Slow down with I, me, got to stop stingin'
Source of the problem 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)
Want to know (want to 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, so check it out

Bam, super-nature god damn
Cerrone on the microphone, I am
Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar
My rhymes are better
What the Helen of 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
The style's 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 with the iced latte
Devious like Wylie Coyote
Hot to trot or maybe not-e
'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body

We're mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating

If you (if you)
Want to know (want to 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, check it out

Beastie Boys - Sure Shot

You can't, you won't and you don't stop
Mike D come on and rock the sure shot
I've got the brand new doo-doo guaranteed
Like Yoo Hoo
I'm on like Dr John, yea Mr Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed, not a divorcee
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey
Well, it's the taking of Pelham, one, two, three
If you want a doodoo rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique rhyme
And
I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time and
Strictly hand held is the style I go
Never rock the mice with the panty hose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'couse at the boards is the man they call the Mario
Pull up at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was rod crew

You can't, you won't and you don't stop
Ad Rock come and rock the sure shot

Hurricane will cross fade on your ass and
Bust your ear drums
Listen everybody 'couse I'm shifting gears I'm
Fresh like dougie when I set my specs and
On the microphone I come correct
Timing like a clock when I' rock the hip hop
Top notch is my stock on the soap box
I've got more rhymes than I've got grey hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share
I've got a hole in my head and there's no one
To fix it
Got to straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too
Much sick shit
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes,
Takes
I've got to step back, I've got to contemplate
I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very
On rock the microphone and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech wizard
Never quitting, so won't you listen

Oh yes indeed, it's fun time
Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Mca come and rock the sure shot

I want to say a little something that's long
Overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and sisters and the
Wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the
End
Well you say i«m twenty something and should
Be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever and you could
Call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch watching my
T.V.
I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the cd
I'm that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I want to so I'm gonna
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quitting
Think I'm gonna change up my style just to fit in
I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all nations
Like ma bell, I've got the ill communications

‘Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
‘Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop

Keep on and rockin' the sure shot

B-boys, b-girls...
Tick-tock, tick-tick...tock-tock

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 - Ch-Check It Out

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

Beastie Boys - Intergalactic

Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic
Another Dimension, Another Dimension

Well Now don't you tell me to smile
You stick around I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because I'm so versatile
Style profile I said
It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child
From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon til the very last mile
If you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You've got gall you've got guile
To step to me I'm a rapophile
If you want to battle your in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile

Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic

Jazz and Awol that's our team
Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
Well I got to keep it going keep it going full steam
Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean
On the tough guy style I'm not too keen
To try to change the world I will plot and scheme
Mario C likes to keep it clean
Gonna shine like a sun beam
Keep on rapping cause that's my dream
Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes
When it comes to envy y'all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine
Another dimension new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary

Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic

From the family tree of old school hip hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
Cause the music is live like an electric shock
I am known to do the Wop
Also known for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D getting biz on the crop
Beastie Boys known to let the beat... drop
When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop
If my rap's soup my beats is stock
Step from the tables as I start to chop
I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock
If you try to knock me you'll get mocked
I'll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock

Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic
Another dimension do it

Beastie Boys - No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No sleep 'til - Brooklyn

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time
City to city, I'm running my rhymes

On location, touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm willing and able

Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kickin' it live

No sleep till

Another plane, another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl, another fight
Another drive all night
Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus

Tour around the world, you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel, girls on the jock
We're trashing hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while

Four on the floor, Ad-Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back

No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started this band
MCA, get on the mic my man

Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A.
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm M.C.A..
Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Got limos, arena, TV-shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off holmes, get out of my way
Taxing little girlies from here to L.A..
Waking up before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rockin' this party eight days a week!

Beastie Boys - Hey Ladies

Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling
Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing
Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing
She's talking to the kid to the who
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did
Hey Ladies, Get Funky

Me in the corner with a good looking daughter
I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter
We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment I begged her please stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothing but a crab
Educated no stupid yes
And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh
I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge
I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large
With the white sassoons and the looks that kill
Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville
I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
You be listening to my records' a number one sound
Step to the rhythm step step to the ride
I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside
Tune in turn on to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like bees to a hive
Hey Ladies, Get Funky

She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore
She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door
Break up with your girl it ended in tears
Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear
I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking
The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking
She said come on over it was me that she missed
I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you and you went girls insane
You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train
Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak
Sucking down pints till I didn't know
Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho
Cause I announce I like girls that bounce
With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
Girls with curls and big long locks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Walking high and mighty like she's #1 and
She thinks she's the passionate one

Beastie Boys - Sabotage

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rocking when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear

So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my God, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all, it's a sabotage

So, so, so, so listen up 'cause you can't say nothin'
You'll shut me down with a push of your button?
But you, I'm out and I'm gone
I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on

'Cause what you see you might not get
And we can bet, so don't you get souped yet
You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage

Why
Our backs are now against the wall?
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
Lord, I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face

But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be, it's a mirage
You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage

Beastie Boys - Body Movin'

Body movin' body movin'
A1 sound in the town 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 rockin' not perfection
Let your back bone flip but don't slip a disc
And let your spine unwind just take a risk
I wanna' do the freak until the break of dawn
Tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking inter-lockin
And up-rockin' electro-shocking
We're getting down computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
Now all of y'all ah get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with

Body movin' body movin'
A1 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
Well like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion
The sound of the music makin' you insane
You can't explain to people this type of mind frame
And like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap
I'm fine like wine when I start to rap
We need body rockin' not perfection
Let me get some action from the back section

Body movin' body movin'
A1 sound in the town 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 huhaa with the master plan
I said ooh my my and thank you ma'am
And when I grab the mic you scream ooh, uh, excuse me
The creme de la creme is who I am
MCA where have you been
Packed like sardines in the tin..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 turn up the bass
And if you play defender I could be your hyper space so

Body movin' body movin'
A1 sound in the town 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, the 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"

Beastie Boys - (You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)

Kick It!

You wake up late for school man you don't wanna go,
You ask your mom "please?" but she still says "NO!"
You miss two classes and no homework
but your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta fight, for your right,
to paaaaaaaaaarty

Your pops caught you smokin' and he said "NO WAY!"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day!
Man living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Busted)

You gotta fight, for your right,
to paaaaaaaaaarty

You gotta fight

Don't step outta this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear!
I'll kick you outta my home if you don't CUT THAT HAIR!!
Your mom busted in and said "WHAT'S THAT NOISE!?"
Aww, mom you're just jealous, it's the Beastie Boys!

You gotta fight, for your right,
to paaaaaaaaaarty

You gotta fight, for your right,
to paaaaaaaaaarty

Paaaaaaaaaarty!

Paaaaaaaaaarty!