Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking bump. And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'. I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate.
Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot. Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got. We keep the party movin' to the broad day light.
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?. Look give it back, you're wicky wack. With your ticky tack calls, didn't touch you at all. I didn't touch your hand man, you know its all ball.
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop. You keep it on and shockin' the place. Well I'm M.C.A. I got nothing to prove. Pay attention my intention is to bust a move.
Drink a six pack and then you play some ball. Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall. Add on two joints and then he starts to sweat. Two hundred seventy five pounds, that you can't forget.
New York New York it's a hell of a town. The Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down. They don't know my name they only know my initials. Building bombs in the attic for elected officials.
Yes yes yes I'll out the gate I set it off. I suppose you're exposed so get lost. And break north cut all connections. Join the sucker MC witness protections.
Drink a six-pack and then you play some ball. Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall. Add on two joints and then he starts to sweat. Two hundred seventy five pounds that you can't forget.
1, 2. We Getin' Ready To Get Funky In Here. We Got The Beasie Boys. They're My Boys. M.C.A, Rock Rock On. And My Man Mike D., Rock Rock On. And The King ADRock, Rock Rock On.
Like stacks of thoughts. Got tired and worn. Used over and over. 'Til they were tired and torn. Like a broken clock. That can't tell time. I like a thick-ass book.
Drink a six-pack and then you play some ball. Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall. Add on two joints and then he starts to sweat. Two hundred seventy five pounds that you can't forget.
One-two-one-two 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.
Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue. The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to. People say that they been missin' me and missin' you.
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 chilly to hear them talk.
Good times gone, and you missed them. What's gone wrong in your system?. Things they bounce like a Spaulding. What'd you think, did you miss your calling?.
Time is runnin' and passin'. And passin' and runnin'. And runnin' and passin'. So you all better get right at this time. 'Cause it might be no next time ya'll.
One-two-one-two 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.
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss. Funky boss, funky boss, get off my back (hah, get it). . Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss.