Beastie Boys - Shadrach Lyrics

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Riddle me this 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

Who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall

And yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al

 

From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares

If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire

We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go

Shadrach Mesach Abendago

 

Only 24 hours in a day

Only 12 notes, well a man can play

Music for all and not just one people

And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel

 

More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers

Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers

If not for my vices my bugged out desires

My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires

 

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic

And nobody wants to hear you 'Cause your rhymes are damn frantic

I mix business with pleasure way too much

I mean wine and women and song and such

 

I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak

You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak

Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo

Shadrach Mesach Abendago, you know

 

Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks

Give to the poor and I always give thanks

Got more stories than J.D. got Salinger

I hold the title and you are the challenger

 

I've got money like Charles Dickens

Got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens

Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman

I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman

 

*Never gonna let them say that I don't love you*

 

Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts

Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin' of course

Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion

Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians

 

Jerry Lee Swaggert 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 on what? The popcorn

 

Sippin' on wine and mackin'

Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin'

Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me

*Being very proud to be an M.C.*

 

And the man upstairs 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

The bass is bumpin' from the back of my Fleetwood

 

They tell us what to do? Hell no!

Shadrach Mesach Abendago

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Beastie Boys - Gratitude Lyrics

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Good times gone and you missed them

What's gone wrong in your system?

Things they bounce like a Spalding

What'd you think? Did you miss your calling?

 

It's so free, this kind of feeling

It's like life, it's so appealing

When you've got so much to say

It's called gratitude and that's right

 

Good times gone but you feed it

Hate's grown strong, you feel you need it

Just one thing, do you know

What you think that the world owes you

 

What's gonna set you free?

Look inside and you'll see

When you've got so much to say

It's called gratitude and that's right

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Beastie Boys - Slow Ride Lyrics

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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 Ad-Rock

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

Ay 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 bitten cool as hell

I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell

Sittin' around the house gettin' high and watchin' tube

I'm 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

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Beastie Boys - Paul Revere Lyrics

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Now here's a little story I gots to tell

About three bad brothers you know so well

It started way back in history

With Ad-Rock, MCA and me, Mike D.

 

I had a little horsey named Paul Revere

Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer

Ridin' cross the land, kickin' up sand

Sheriff's posse's on my tail 'Cause I'm in demand

 

One lonely Beastie I be

All by myself without nobody

The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat

The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat

 

Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy

His name is MCA, 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.

I had a chance to run,

But he pulled out his shotgun.

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 MCA, I got a license to kill.

I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill.

So what do we have here? An outlaw and his beer.

I run this land, you understand, I've made myself clear.

 

We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin

As if this story's over, but it's ready to begin

 

I've got the gun, you've got the brew.

You've got two choices of what you can do.

It's not a tough descision 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 is after me for what I did to his daughter.

I did it like this, I did it like that.

I did it with the whiffle ball 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 Ad-Rock, that is my name,

And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne.

 

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot

The beat was-a-bumpin' and the girlies was hot

This dude was starin' like he knows who we are

We took the empty spot next to him at the bar

 

MCA said Yo, you know this kid?

I said I didn't but I knew he did

The kid said, Get ready, cuz this ain't funny.

My name is Mike D and I'm about to get money.

 

He 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.

MCA what with it, and he's my ace,

So I grabbed the piano player and punched him in the face

 

The piano player's out, the music stopped

This boy had beef, and he got dropped.

Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold.

I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.

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Beastie Boys - Sabotage Lyrics

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I can't stand it, I know you planned it

I'm a' set 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 fuckin' thorn in my side

Oh my god, it's a mirage

I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage

 

So listen up 'Cause you can't say nothin'

You'll shut me down with a push of your button

But 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

 

Whyyyyyyyyyyy!?

Our backs are now against the wall

Listen all of y'all it's a sabotage

Listen all of y'all it's a sabotage

Listen all of y'all it's a sabotage

Listen all of y'all it's a sabotage

 

I can't stand it, I know you planned it

I'm a' set straight this Watergate

I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place

Because I feel disgraced 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

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Beastie Boys - Get It Together Lyrics

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1-2 1-2 keep it on

Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn

Listen to the abstract got it going on

Listen to the ladies come on and let me spawn

All your eggs then you go up the river

Listen to the abstract that freaky nigga

I'm Ad Rock and I shock and I tick and I tock

And I can't stop with the body rock

See I've got heart like John Starks

Hitting mad sparks

Pass me the mic and I'll be rocking the whole park

I'm the M to the C to the A and it's a must

The rhymes that we bust on the topic of lust

And my Moms is not butt, but fuck it

Let me get down to the rhythm

Yes I'm getting funky and I'm shooting all my jism

Like John Holmes, the X-rated nigga

Listen to the shit 'Cause I am the ill figure

Nobody's getting any bigger than this

 

*Get it together*

*Get it together*

Phone is ringing Oh my God

*Get it together*

*See what's happening*

 

Ad Rock down with the Ione

Listen to the shit because both of them is bony

Got to do it like this like Chachi And Joanie

Because she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni

So why all the fight and why all the fuss

Because hey *I ain't got no dust*

Yeah, you know I'm getting silly

I've got a grandma Hazel and a grandma Tilly

Grand Royal prez and I'm also a member

Born on the cusp in the month of November

I do the Patty Duke in case you don't remember

Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender

Well, I'm long gone word is born

Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong

I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard

But I shall drive the lane like I was Evan Bernhard

And I'm working on my game because life is taxing

Got to get it together and see what's happening

 

*Get it together*

*Get it together*

*Get it together*

*See what's happening*

 

I go one two like my name was Biz Mark

But I had to do the shit just let me embark

On the lyric and the noun and the verb

Let's kick the shit off 'Cause yo, I'm not the herb

Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare

Tho Moog with the funk for your derriere

While we're on that topic, yes I like to mention

When it comes to boning I'm representing

Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the phone and

My brain is roaming and I don't know where it's going

Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend

I've got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking

Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a Scorpio

And when I get my flow I'm Dr. on the go

So Q-Tip, what you on the mic for

Because I had to talk about the times that I rhyme

And when MCs come in my face, I'm like mace

Because I back them off with the quills

'Cause I tell you, nigga 'Cause I'll keep you under frills

Resting on nine one one Sixteenth Ave off the Farmers Boulevard

I'm from Manhattan M.C.A.'s from Brooklyn

Yea, M.C.A., your shit be cooking

Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat

So, yo Tip, what's up with the boots on your feet?

I've got the timbals on my toes and this is how it goes

Oh, one two oh my God

One two, oh my God I've got some shit

I've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit

Never ever ever smoking crack, crack

Never ever ever fucking wack

I eat the fuckin' pineapple Now & Later

Listen to me now, don't listen to me later

Fuck it 'Cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real

But, yo technically I'm as hard as steel

Gonna get it together, watch it

Gonna get it together Ma Bell

I'm like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications

Like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications (Who's that?)

Ma Bell (Word 'em up word word 'em up)

Ma Bell...

 

Keep it on and on

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Beastie Boys - Girls Lyrics

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Girls!

All I really want is girls

And in the morning it's girls

'Cause in the evening it's girls

 

I like the way that they walk

And it's chill to hear them talk

And I can always make them smile

From White Castle to the Nile

 

Back in the day

There was this girl around the way

She liked my home-piece M.C.A.

He said he would not give her play

 

I asked her, Please? she said, You may.

Her pants were tight and that's okay

If she would dance, I would D.J.

We took a walk down to the bay

 

I hope she'll say

Hey me and you should hit the hay!

I asked her out, she said, No way!

I should have probably guessed her gay

 

So I broke north with no delay

I heard she moved real far away

That was two years ago this May

I seen her just the other day

 

Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay

 

Girls to do the dishes

Girls to clean up my room

Girls to do the laundry

Girls and in the bathroom

 

Girls that's all I really want is girls

Two at a time, I want girls

With new wave hairdos, I want girls

I ought to whip out my girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!

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