1.Rhymin' And Stealin'
作詞：M Diamond, A Horovitz, R Rubin, A Yauch
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna' board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder cold cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest
Most illingest b-boy I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Snatching gold chains vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out MC's with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers gettin' thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches man they're on the ace
Ah Captain Bly is gonna' die when we break his face
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling' I'm dealin' I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower never shower and I'm always stinking
Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips she sure gets funky
Skirt chasin' free basin' killin' every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
I was
I've been drinkin' my rum a Def son of a gun
'I fought the law' and I cold won
Black Beard's weak Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
And I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most chillinest b-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most killingest b-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dustin' out b-boy
I tossin' my dust
Most funkienst b-boy
I'm doin' that finkin'
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'm streachin' my shade
Most shootinest b-boy
I think you're shit
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'll steal your shit homeboy
Most taxinest b-boy
I tax you boy
Most illingest illingest illingest b-boy
Waxin' all y'all squares
Yeah
2.No Sleep Till Brooklyn
作詞：Mike Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Adam Yauch
No sleep till - Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal
Never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My iob 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
M.C.A.'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
M.C.A. ! Get on the mike
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 hoes
Step off homes
Get out of my way
Taxing little girlies from here to L.A
Waking up
But I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rockin' this party eight days a week
No sleep till -
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
3.Brass Monkey 1
作詞：Mike Diamond, Adam Horovitz, R Rubin, Adam Yauch
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, gettin' 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 fff
Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie, that funky Monkey
4.Deal With It
作詞：Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Amery Smith, Adam Nathaniel
Yauch
Rob and steal from the Health Food Store
The ideas you shout that are so hardcore
Screaming at the phone man collecting the change
Ideas discovered then rearranged
I won't say that life's a bitch and then you die
Because I will do my best to enjoy mine
You can't bring me down to a world of self pity
Lot's of ways
To deal with it
Gotta deal with it
Deal, deal with it
You do unto others like they're pieces of shit
A righteous man who's flipping the script
There's plenty of room for everyone at the table
So check yourself before you check the label
I won't live life being mad holding a grudge
It's not my place, sitting back playing judge
Not enough time to always stay mad
May as well be glad
To deal with it
Gotta deal with it
Deal, deal with it
5.Nervous Assistant
作詞：Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Amery Smith, Adam Nathaniel
Yauch
Open
Opens the door, Mics the drums
Nervous assistant here he comes
Too much coffee out of control
When he rides, he rides the poll
White build up crazy twitch
Always in a rush to hit that switch
Nervous assistant
You wanna something, you wanna something
You wanna something, my dick
Running around, nothing found, moving too damn quick
You know where to find me anytime
I can't take it I've lost my mind
Proud to say no I'm not son, I got one
Nervous assistant
Too much action right by me
Like Buddy Rich try me
Need a brain that's stress resistant
Or else I'll be the
Nervous assistant
6.Beastie Boys
作詞：John Berry, Michael Diamond, Kate Schellenbach, Adam Yauch
Ah, BEASTIE go
BEASTIE
That's just what Beasties gotta' be
Can't you see this is an emergency
Can you feel the urgency
BEASTIE
BEASTIE
Withhold of democracy
In a state of emergency now
Ah, going out to rock the state
Let's just come and take unique
All across the stormy sea
Better days in democracy
BEASTIE
BEASTIE
Captain stayed off so merrily
In a state of emergency now
Ah, BEASTIE
Cops just don't give respect to me
World is filled with tyranny
All across the stormy sea
BEASTIE
BEASTIE
Who the hell are we off to see？
Let's just come and take unique
Now BEASTIE go
BEASTIE go
7.So Watcha Want
作詞：M Caldato, Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, M Nishita, Adam
Nathaniel Yauch
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 y'all
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex y'all
So whatcha 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 metro politician
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 y'all I want you off the
wall
If you're playing the wall so whatcha want？
Y'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 Gardenia
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 whatcha want？
8.Square Wave In Unison
作詞：Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Amery Smith, Adam Nathaniel
Yauch
Made a noise invented a sound
When Brian Wilson used it a hit was found
If only I could have imagined
The square waves running through his head
Square wave, people couldn't believe it
Square wave, all the way to Carnegie Hall
Square wave
One rod for pitch, electromagnetic fields
Wired up sing sing, hung out with Einstein
For all of his brilliant innovation
Sent off to a Siberian Reservation
Square wave, people couldn't believe it
Square wave, all the way to Carnegie Hall
Square wave
9.I Can't Think Straight
作詞：Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Amery Smith, Adam Nathaniel
Yauch
I can't think straight
Take a look, look at me
What you get is what you see
Ride a bike, drive a car
Vegan Pie cut a fart
On the bus, on the train
Tami D on the brain
Can't explain like the who
Now it's time to do the do
I can't think straight
On my couch with a pen
Where's the phone again again？
Can't control rhythm rhyme
Naked beats on the mind
I am yes, you are no
I am yes, you are no
You are no, I am yes
I can't think straight
Good evening ladies
My name is Roy Cormier
I like it smooth generally
I mean, a lot of fellas, they like it raw
Personally, I prefer smooth
You know, like the coconut lotion
I'm talkin' like I run a lot of productions, company productions
Keepin' it on the smooth, generally
And all of them like it uh
You know, you know with the coconut lotion and all
Keeping it lovely, it's uh, you know, nothing but love knows it
baby
I swear
10.Slow And Low
作詞：Michael Diamond, Daniel Hayden, Adam Horovitz, Darryl
Mcdaniels, Rick Rubin, Joseph Simmons, A Yauch
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
It's never old school, all brand new
So every body catch the bugaloo flu
Not like a fever not like a cold
The beats are clear the rhymes are bold
So don't see a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen to the music, first things first
First of all get off the wall
It's time to party so have a ball
We slowed it on down so get the hell up
Like a volcano, I'll erupt
We got determination base and highs
White Castle fries only come in one size
What you see is what you get
And you ain't seen nothing yet
So, let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
I do not sing but I make a def song
You could live your whole life and I hope you live long
On the gong show we won't get gonged
We're the Beastie Boys not Cheech and Chong
Strong as an ox fresh out the box
The crowd is so live they're coming in flocks
And when we go on the crowd goes off
It's all hard rock there's nothing soft
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
So, let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
We don't only rock the house but all house we rock
We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top
MCA, Adrock, Mike D. makes three
And we can do it like this in the place to be
When I'm recorded you'll be rewarded
I know my song is def 'cause you all applauded
Not PCP or LSD just me Mike D.
In the place to be
This is not free you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a C.O.D.
So, let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
The beat is slow in order to dance
I wanna hear I do's and no I can'ts
First you move your legs and then your arms
It's not fast and nervous this dance is calm
It's truly stable and you ought to be able
To dance to the record when it's on the turntable
So, let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow
Let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
11.Root Down (Pp Balloon Mix)
作詞：Mike Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Jimmy Smith, Adam Yauch
Root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my boot down
So how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
So how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
Gonna break or damn, 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
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 root down
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down
I said root down, it's time to scoot down
I'm a step up to the mic in my goose down
Come up representing from the upper west
Money makin' putting me to the test
Sometimes I feel as low, I've been blessed
Because I'm doing what I want, so I never rest
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 falling, then I am gone
You might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
But we kick it from the root when we break it on down
Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna 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
Yes, how we gonna kick it, we gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
We gonna break it or damn, gonna kick it root down
Well, Ad Rock, don't stop, come on
Just get on the mic with the tic and the tac
I'll fill you with 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 Beastie 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 going to pass the mic and cause a panic
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
It's like Harlem world battles on the Zulu beat show
It's Kool Moe D. vs. Busy Bee, there's one you should know
Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due
M.C.A. grab the mic and the ma bell will connect you
Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
If dancin' prays to the Lord, then I shall feel alright
It feels good to play a little music
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it
And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master in disaster with a sound that's gone
I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom
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 kick it root down
Gonna break it or damn, gonna kick it root down
12.Whatcha Want
作詞：M Caldato, Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, M Nishita, Adam
Nathaniel Yauch
Well, just plug me in like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would 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 dissin'？
Maybe, I'm missin' the reason that you're
Smilin' or wildin', so listen
In my head I just wanna take 'em down
Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down
Let if flow like a mudslide
When I get on, I like to ride and glide
I got depth of perception in my text. y'all
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex y'all
So, whatcha, whatcha, whatcha want？
I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt
I said, where'd you get your information from, huh？
You think that you can front when revelation comes？
Yeah, you can't front on that
Well, they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man
I'm like spooney G, well, I'm the metropolitician
You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar
Like a dream, I'm flowing without no stoppin'
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin'
Goin' from Mic to Mic, kickin' it wall to wall
Well, I'll be callin' out you people like casting call
Well, it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know, with your flow, when you're out gettin' by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet
Well, I think I'm losin' my mind this time
This time I'm losin' my mind, that's right, I said
'I think, I'm losin' my mind this time, this time
I'm losin' my mind'
Yeah, you can't front on that
But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about
I'm tired of drivin', it's due time that I walk about
But in the mean time, I'm wise to the demise
I've got eyes in the back of my head, so, I realize
Well, I'm doctor Spock, I'm here to rock y'all
I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall
I said, whatcha, whatcha, whatcha want？
I said, whatcha, whatcha, whatcha want？
You suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So, I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long, leaner Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena
I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce
You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause
Well, if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than
grease
I got news for you, crews you'll be suckin' like a leech
Yeah, you can't front on that
So, whatcha, whatcha, whatcha want？
13.All Life Styles
作詞：Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Adam Yauch
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
And 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 forms
We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and forms
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 forms
We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and forms
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
Beastie, Beastie 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 forms
We gotta keep the party going on
All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and forms
14.Brand New
作詞：Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Amery Smith, Adam Nathaniel
Yauch
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Deep inside you will find
Something that you won't mind
Think about diamond rings
Goldfronts combined
Then go back, go way back
Something passed that you lack
Well, I've got brand new
Scooby Snack just for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Deep inside you will find
Something that you won't mind
Think about diamond rings
Goldfronts combined
Then go back, go way back
Something passed that you lack
Well, I've got brand new
Scooby Snack just for you
Sabrosa
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's all brand new for you
Brand new, it's brand new for you
Brand new, it's all brand new for you
15.Fight For Your Right To Party
作詞：Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Adam Yauch
You wake up late for school, man, you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, 'Please？', but she still says, 'No'
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta fight for your right to party
You pop caught you smoking, 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 party
You pop caught you smoking, 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)
Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna
wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, 'What's that noise？'
Aw, mom you're just jealous, it's the Beastie Boys
You gotta fight for your right to party
You pop caught you smoking, 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 party
You pop caught you smoking, 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)
16.B-Boy Bouillabaisse
作詞：Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, Adam Horovitz, John Robert King,
Michael Simpson, Adam Yauch
(A) 59 Christie Street
There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face
Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw
A wick-wick-wack
(B) Get On The Mic
One, two
Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D
Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go
Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no
So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike
Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish
At the fever
(C) Stop That Train
It's 4：00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation
This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy 'Yo, put that crack out'
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train
{Stop that train, I wanna get off}
Check it
Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an
eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who？ George Drakoulias
(D) Year And A Day
MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true
So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC
And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special
I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet your ass
I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality
I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day
Come what may
I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane
Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages
Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave
(E) Hello Brooklyn
Hello Brooklyn
New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the
sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer
Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
You know why？
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}
(F) Dropping Names
(Take PCP)
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees
a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees
a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the
coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees
a ghost
Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all
white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right？
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}
(G) Lay It On Me
Lay it on me now
Not so hard man
Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man
Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum
With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your
muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'
Stuff it buddy
(H) Mike On the Mic
Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see？
I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}
(I) A.W.O.L
DJ Hurricane
When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
I go A.W.O.L.
Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
I go A.W.O.L.
When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
I go A.W.O.L.
When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
He goes A.W.O.L.
Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do？
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do？
Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house
Good night Amsterdam
Now I want you all to break this down
To all the girls
To all the girls
17.Transit Cop
作詞：John Berry, Michael Diamond, Kate Schellenbach, Adam Yauch
Boys out pushin' me Friday night intimacy
Goin' out the family boar another dead through this door
They said, 'yo yo from the CIA' they're goin'
'Yo yo' what an artist said they're goin'
'Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo'
Brad's off twistin' a win and I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late on Friday night transit cop lookin' to
fight
He said, 'yo yo from the CIA'
'Yo yo' what an artist said they're goin'
'Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo'
Don't hit fudgin' I'm fuckin' stupid roll up fight
Now I'd rather jump than pay but they're gonna book me anyway
18.Check It Out
作詞：Michael Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Adam Yauch
All you Trekkie's and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static
All you Klingon's in the fuckin' house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pincher's
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 glidin' 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 motherfuckin' 'Nick At Nite' with
Classics re-running 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？â€
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, ‽Son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass is an electricianâ€
Like a scientist
Mmm, 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 wellâ€
I've got class like pink champ ale
MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale
Don't test me they can't arrest me
I'll fake right crossover 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 daysâ€
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
19.Song ForThe Man
作詞：Mike Diamond, Adam Horowitz, Adam Yauch
I don't like your attitude, boy
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 whip appeal？
Who made you the judge jury？
Ain't you never heard of privacy？
What makes this world
So sick and evil？
You figure it out
20.Paul Revere
作詞：Adam Keefe Horovitz, Darryl Mc Daniels, Rick Rubin, Joseph
Simmons
Now here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D
Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land - kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself - without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy
His name is M.C.A., I said, 'Howdy' - he said, 'Hi'
He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip
He said, 'Can I get some？'
I said, 'You can't get none!'
Had a chance to run
He pulled out his shotgun
He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said
'Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear.'
We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin
'Now I got the gun - you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me' I said
I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this - I did it like that
I did it with a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun
And right about now - it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock - that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne.'
We rode for six hours the we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
M.C.A. said, 'Yo, you know this kid？'
I said, 'I didn't.' - but I know he did
The kid said, 'Get ready cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money.'
Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky
He yelled, 'Stick 'em up!' - and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
'I'm Mike D. and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect'
M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out - the music stopped
His boy had beef - and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold
21.Rock Hard
作詞：Michael Diamond, Adam Horowitz, Rick Rubin, Adam Yauch
We're, we're, we're, 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 borrow your shit, 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 the cumulus clouds
So we'll pump up 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 hear we're now and the battles won
Fists, fists of fury in an MC 'bout
Rock so hard, it'll knock you out
The very first blow is a kick in the snout
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 bokasat-slam
The final blow in the five finger jam
Some, sometimes I write rhythms rather write rhymes
He writes his and I write mine
Rock 'n roll rhythms are raunchy and ronkis
We're from Manhattan, you're from Secaucus
Mike D AdRock 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' up in toy, that's right
In the place to be
You know it, you know it, AdRock
When the party gets loose
Slop one, slop one
And your 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 nigros the got style
Oh
22.You Catch A Bad One
作詞：Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Amery Smith, Adam
Nathaniel Yauch
Shit happens with the games you run
Never thought the day would come
It ain't tomorrow till the day is done
A son, you caught a bad one
Yeah son, changes we go through
Catch a bad one, think the world owes you
Yeah son, what do you owe me？
Catch a bad one, c'mon son show me
Yeah son, till the day is done
Catch a bad one, time to pay attention
Yeah son, all that's stress can equal none
A son, you caught a bad one
Shit happens with the games you run
Even if it's a battle you won
The new day starts when today is done
A son, you caught a bad one
Yeah son, what in the fuck the world owes you？
Catch a bad one, when nothing goes through
Yeah son, all about the cream
Catch a bad one, things are not as they seem
Yeah son, here your moms comes
A son, you caught a bad one
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