Flute Loop Lyrics - Ill Communication - Beastie Boys

So, just sit back and max and relax 

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

'Cause I get funky like diaper rash 

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

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

To all you porn peepers who are trying to peep this 

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

Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing 

Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave 

Like virgin pow on the peaks of a.k. 

Like a sound that to the depths of the soul 

Well that's the feeling that I make my goal 

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

I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape 

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

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

More soul on this train then Don Cornelius 

Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus 

Just getting on the mic at the monthly function 

Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction 

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

Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it 

And so the story goes on and on 

Down in S.D. 50 'till early morning