Beastie Boys : Hot Sauce Committee Part Two

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1. MAKE SOME NOISE

[Ad-Rock:]

Yeah
Get up
Yeah
Uhh

Yes, here we go again give you more nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depresser
Ad-rock, no pressure, yes we need this
The best is yet to come and yes believe this

[Mike D:]

Lego my eggo while I flex my ego
Sip on Prosecco dressed up tuxedo
Sipping coffee playing keno in the casino
Want a lucky number? ask Mike Dino

[MCA:]

I burn the competition like a flame thrower
My rhymes age like wine as I get older
I'm getting bolder competition is waning
I got the feeling and I'm single laning

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna party for the mother fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me

[Mike D:]

Armed insurrection popular election
Getting paid every year like tax collection
Hear my perfection rotary connection
Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection

[MCA:]

I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed
You must have drank a fizzy lifting drink and you got lifted
And sifted I'm just whiffed and when I catch MCs it's time for wing clipping

[Ad-Rock:]

I fly like a hawk or better yet an eagle a seagull
I sniff suckers out like a beagle
My ego is off and running and gone
Cause I'm about the best and if you diss than that's wrong

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna party for the mother fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me

[MCA:]

Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching
Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf
And you can show it to your friends and say that's my old self

[Ad-Rock:]

Can do me nothing can't tell me nada
Don't quote me now because I'm doing the lambada
The forbidden dance, here's my chance
To make romance in my b-boy stance

[Mike D:]

Parlez romancing into the financing
Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in but they never check out
I set the record straight no doubt

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna party for the mother fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me


2. NONSTOP DISCO POWERPACK

[Intro: Beastie Boys]
(Well how you feelin Ad Rock?) Well I'm feelin well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell
(Well how feelin Mike D?) Well I feel all good
All day is how we play in the neighborhood
(Well how you feelin MCA?) Well I feel right
I swing my words on the track cause the track sound tight
(So if you're feelin good and you're feelin right)
(Uhh, somebody step up and grab the mic)

[Ad Rock]
Well hello everybody and how you been
It's Ad Rock rappin on the microphone again
I got grace class style finesse and debonaire
Murderalize motherfuckers cause I just don't care
The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni cause the shit sound cheesy
Watch how it's done boy, it looks easy
The non-stop, goin off, kingpin, microphone
boss do my own thing, you can't afford the cost
of my fly styles that complete the turnstile
Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wiggidy wild!
Now get your ass on the floor, I got total control
I flow like the water out your toilet bowls
Your style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch
You know you're not smokin on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I never lack
Huh hah huh hah! And that's a fact
Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone cause we never wack
Then, we never that and that is that
And we're the nonstop disco powerpack!
Uhh, that's right, we go all night
Who gonna be next to bless the mic?

[Beastie Boys]
Now this is the way we run it down
We're gettin you high on the funky sound
This is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn

[Mike D]
See I mix my style up like a cement mixer
Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic louder
Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champag-no ego
Don't know commando, don't know bandito
Je m'appelle Michèle, very long
Me and Dawn in the shack and we got it goin on
Prince he's in the hot tub like it's seventy-three
Lookin over his shoulder and he's lookin at me
I'm up right in the face, towel around my waist
What's up with that watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move, sneak out the place
Undetected! Not leavin a trace
Party's done, microphone threat
Rhymes been jumped, and heads been checked
I see one last profiterol, I make my play
And pass the microphone to MCA

[MCA]
Non-stop, from the top, when you clock, then we rock
Them not kickin, them not stickin, we be makin hip-hop
(So c'mon everybody get down... yeah)
Now there's a spot check, get the dead count down
Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down
Pound for pound, keep the basslines round
See you rockin, clockin, checkin my sound
{?} but I grew up with hip-hop
Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Rock"
It mean a lot spinnin on my Walkman
Shoutout, to the Afrika Bam'
And to the X to the {?} the double-O-N-Y
The one emcee, who you can't deny
At least he threw me records, that made heads fly
Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire
Construct a rhyme, with specific intent
Flippin all the braincells right to the pen
And then I put the root down when I hold the mic
Words flowin so cold turn water to ice
Come through to rock such a rate to tape
You put me in the mix like {?} up at the plate
And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's screamin kick it out on the dancefloor
Comin through the speaker to shake your eardrum
Braincells get with it make you hear where we're from

[Outro: Beastie Boys]
Ad Rock, HUH! Get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
Now Mike D, HUH! Get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
And MCA (yeah) get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
Beastie Boys in the house, DON'T STOP!!!


3. OK

Oah-kayyyyy!

[MCA]
You talk and talk and you just can't stop
But when it comes to mine - it's a crock
What you say, is lackluster
I thrash emcees who try to bring a filibuster

[Ad-Rock]
Yeah, right, get off me
Tell me somethin new to start with thee
Said see you later, when you comin home?
It's a gift, it's a curse, it's a telephone

[Mike D]
Now let's start over with a nice clean slate
Please stop stressin with the hurry up wait
Heard you the first time, that sounds great
But back up out my space, okay?

(Yeah yeah, right right) OKAY!
Okay [4X]

[Mike D]
wrapped in pink ribbon, so pretty
My name's Mike D from New York City
I guess it's all, in the mind
What, I, leave, behind

[Ad-Rock]
Go to these schools like a nice mad professor
Then I show chagrin every word that you utter
Yes you said you are a big deal
But money calm down - for real!

[MCA]
Got, to control my mind
Get this shit down rewind
What, is goin on in my head?
Why's the sky gone red?

(What is goin on in my head? Why's the sky gone red?)
(What is goin on in my head? ...)

[repeat 3X]
What is goin on in my head? Why's the sky gone red?

(What is goin on in my head?)

[Ad-Rock]
Now, I don't give a fuck who the hell you are
Please stop shoutin in your seminar
I never asked you for part of your day
So please stop shoutin and you'll feel okay

[MCA]
You loud like a plain clothes cop
Take a look and take a look and then stop
Took a minute get your mind unlocked
Get the rhythm when I do you the wop

[Mike D]
What's goin on in in my head?
And why has the sky gone red?
Be kind, rewind
At least tell me what I disagreed
or just say what should I say
Hmmm... okay!

(Yeah yeah, right, right) OKAY!

Okay! [4X]


4. TOO MANY RAPPERS
(New Reactionaries Version)(Featuring Nas)

Mic check, mic check

One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like

Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out

Yo, I been in the game since before you was born
I might still be emceein' even after you're gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so

On and on until the crack of dawn
Until the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, and I emcee and never die
'Cause death is the cousin of sleep

Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh, my God, just look at me
Grandpa been rappin' since '83

Oh, I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad
Got crazy ass shit pullin' out the bag
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All these crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs

I have carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer

A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to hear your racket
You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket

How many rappers must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, oh, when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist

Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop
Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books
Nasty Nas, what's the word, count it off on the hook

Let's go! One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like

Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out

'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer

Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I outta charge a tax for every weak rap
I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack

To all you crab rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor
I take the cake, I stole the mold

The golden microphone, well that's mine to hold
And why all these biters all up in my crotch space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'

I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways
Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song finished, y'all can sing along with this

By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?

Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the makin', and now we're takin'
Titles, awards, and accolades
Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades

We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car

One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like

Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out


5. SAY IT

To the heart of the matter, the mic I shatter
So cold on the mic it'll make your teeth chatter
You climb the corporate ladder to make your pockets fatter
We be flipping styles like pancake batter

Looking through your binos spying on me
I'm running like a wino on a drinking spree
Call yourself an MC but what's the truth?
You gotta another noose inside the toll booth

Suckas sniffing on socks, chewing on rocks
My competition has the combination to the lock
You wanna get inside and then you best not knock
And then to get on you got to rock the spot

Once it hits your mind what you gonna do?
Don't keep it inside ... you got to ...
Say it! Let it out, let it out.
Scream! Run and shout, run and shout
Scream! Gotta put it out, put it out.
Say it! Gonna get it out, get it out.

Now I can feel it in my blood stream see it in the eyes
People lining up with their own demise
They have the man made troubles to monetize
Corporate violence we can't reply

You could keep 'em out of service and you're a complainer
You bust your ass, Jones, like you slipped on a banana
Like nick nack paddy wack you got to let it out
From the vine to the line to the world give a shout

Line to the line paper to the pen
A brand new dance called David Rodigan
You sure really wanna let me begin
You cant stop me rhyming when I let go

Life is good and then it gets you
Stuff you thought it comes true

Once it hits your mind what you gonna do?
Don't keep it inside ... you got to ...
Say it! Let it out, let it out.
Scream! Run and shout, run and shout
Scream! Gotta put it out, put it out.
Say it! Gonna get it out, get it out.


6. THE BILL HARPER COLLECTION

"Hey Adam, it's Bill. Umm, thanks."


7. DON'T PLAY NO GAME THAT I CAN'T WIN
(Featuring Santigold)

It's hot here gotta say it's so
I got you right where I want
Got an honest face so you turn your back
When in doubt run up your attack
At one time you were slick and your grill was cold
And now funny how the shit gets old
You can run you can run but it will catch up
Like now see me I'll show you up
Now yo wanna get back when you had your shine
But you run you can run but it will catch up
Like now see me I'll show you up

Now you wanna get back when you had your shine
But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme
Can't stop won't stop no compromise
It's a house of cards built out of lies
Coming down like a bird floating on the mist
Turn on the track back track and twist
You work hard to climb the list
Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift

I know the danger of a man (that's danger)
Who's been to hell and back again (danger)
Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)

You're caught now by the skin you're in
In a bind now your thoughts go to all your sins
Hits much harder back better count on that
I tell you what we know always holds us back
Now you mutter and you stutter and you putter don't stop
I got in your heart and I shook you up
In a bind now your caught by the fear setting in
Choked on the thought that you don't it again

Keep the competition in check
You draft your plans at your drafting desk
You try to play to win but now you lost
Like clams with no tartar sauce scheming in the attic
Thought you had it
So dramatic
I-Got the stats mathematics
Automatic-systematic
She's super bad now
Whatcha watcha want now?

I know the danger of a man (that's danger)
Who's been to hell and back again (danger)
Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (danger danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger)

I know the danger of a man (that's danger)
Who's been to hell and back again (danger)
Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger)
Don't play no game that I can't win... (danger)

Don't play no game that I can't win
Don't play no game that I can't win


8. LONG BURN THE FIRE

[Intro]
This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit
Bring it!

[MCA]
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2"
'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzas
You're stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz
Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics
Roll without expectorants; you'll don't see it

Sueth sayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme (huh!)
Burn like fire when I step on the scene
I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head
I've got tiger's claws that will scratch you dead
I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above
Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough

So step back, and check yourself
This MC'S got weapons that'll ruin your health
So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my mic is my sword

[Ad Rock]
Now, it's Ad Rock rapping I'm back again
Like a Big Mac attack on your gut, and it's wack my friend
I'm a mack so relax or end up chilling
I take that shit serious like Jerome To Grilling
I burn you to a crisp sucker back up off the toaster
I make you sick like a Kenny Rogers Roaster
See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocia
I check my rear view, emcees ain't getting closer
People think I'm slow, cause I'm just not one to challenge
See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent
Fly around the clock like disco donut
I'm like a tailer cause I got the thing sewn up
Or a proctologist I move asses

Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses
Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants
You heard me rap and now watch me dance

[Mike D]
Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters
Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter
Like goodness me, or empty john
We done did it again, and our game is still on
It's not tic-tac-toe, or Operation
Just holding it down, like the gravitation
Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do
Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue
String of nuts, like the name is Mike Pizzini
Or a fine household name, like Sergio Tacini
Now that we're here, back and raising hell
I'm running wild like rats in the Taco Bell
On the mic I shit, the match gets lit
Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant
Making music from librarians to curly jocks
The rapper Mike D not Gold-i-locks!


9. FUNKY DONKEY

Put this on a zip disk, send it to your lawyer, file me under funky

Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmer
Big holiday parties like Dolly Parton
Sometime I get Pad Thai as a starter
My other order pad see yes is much darker
Adam Horovitz, I take a shvitz
I'm known for my glamour and my glitz, check it
As I bust I really must encrust
This microphone rust with Diamond fairy dust
I don't wear Crocs and I don't wear sandals
The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles
Stop singing that song in the wrong key
What you looking at?
Funky donkey

I go woooo like a fire engine
Flashing lights to get your attention
Stop sweating me about the weather
Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater
Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble
Bass is booming make the dancehall bubble
Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk
With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk
Well I was swimming in the water of the ocean
Like Dr. Jeckyl with the magic potion
We're brand new, never ever the same
What's that what's that what's the name?

Funky donkey


10. THE LARRY ROUTINE

This routine dates way back
A lot of people may remember this routine
but it's evolved, now
Yeah from the summer before last

[Mike D]
Well my name's Mike D and I got a new name
And that new name is - LARRY!!

[Ad Rock]
Well my name is Ad Rock, and then I got a new name
And my new name is - HARRY!!

[MCA]
Well my name is MCA, but I got a new name
And that new name is - GARY!!

[Beastie Boys]
Well my DJ's name, it stayed the same
Cause his new name is - BARRY!!


11. TADLOCK'S GLASSES

[Ad-Rock]
Now, it suffice, to say that I'm nicer
Nice in the cut, and yes I'm the slicer
Or should I say, I'm the filet-er
I hate the game, I hate the puh-layer
But don't get discombobulated and upset
Because trust me, we ain't even begun yet

[Chorus]
Mike D has gotta rock it we rock it non-stop
Ad-Rock down, rock it we rock it non-stop
MCA gotta rock we rock it non-stop
And you don't stop, the body rock

[Mike D]
Watch me make the fire, now I make it sizzle
As I flip your omelette, at the D Pizzle
Like Molto Mario, they call me taster D
Or a quick fire challenge put that {?} on G.D.
You can, {?} and fortified
Not squares on the block and not taken for a ride

[Chorus]
Mike D gotta rock and we rock it non-stop
Ad-Rock gotta rock and we rock it non-stop
MCA gotta rock and we rock it non-stop
And then you don't stop, the body rock

[MCA]
Got things {?} bubblin up and they're out of my hands
And I don't never claim that sounds too grand
Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust
You gotta be the one to dance, and that's a must
Yes I cuss, when I grab my nuts
Got a six finger demon says excuse our dust

[totally distorted]
Mike D's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop
Ad-Rock's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop
MCA's gotta rock and we rock it non-stop
And you don't stop, for what, to what


12. LEE MAJORS COME AGAIN

Hold up. Goddamnit, this thing. Alright, wait.
Hold on, Adam. This thing keeps fallin' off.

Woo! Doin' it big! Ah-ah!
I'm the lyrical, mathematical genius
Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this
Internationally known, the longest, the leanest
Shout-out to one José Nenis

I hit 'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop
We got the beat and the beat go drop
The ping pong paddle make the battle go pop
Now take a look around this spot

I'm seeing every detail like an over-cranked camera
Sleestaks in the back say 'Damn ya'
You say 'I can't' and I say 'Why can't ya?'
Chopping the track in the--in the land of...

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

There's a bird in here
That's my DJ, not Doctor Brassiere
Dropping bombs like a bombardier
Like cacao, it's a chocolatier

We're giving y'all a lil slice of heaven
B Boys bringing it back to A7
Deal with the schism, ride on the rhythm
Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em

I'll stage a coup and usurp your position
'Cause--'cause like a Mormon, I'm on a mission
We're audible-visible
Cadence is lyrical
Got the mental and physical
When the moment is critical

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

Ruff!
Uh, Lee Majors come again

Like the Six Dil- Million Dollar Man
Woo! Watch out!
In the back of the bus...gonna bust!
Lee Majors style

I said stop! Watch how I flip
Bill Piedmont with the Kung-Fu grip
Haymaker, roundhouse, show can't continue
At the roller rink down in Virginia

Oh, yeah, did I spill the beans?
I see your grandpa in Apple Bottom jeans
A Von Dutch cap, Ugg boots to match
The word gets out, you can't take it back

I'm just a pause tape competition expert winner
Just a doggone, long-armed, tall yarn spinner
You want a battle? Easy now, star
My DJ's so nasty, he needs a sneeze guard

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you

You wanna buy this
You wanna take that
Wanna-wanna try this
Wanna-wanna make that
You can't abide this
You wanna fake that
Take a look around you


13. MULTILATERAL NUCLEAR DISARMAMENT

(Instrumental)


14. HERE'S A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR YA

[Intro]
Yes, yes, yes

[Ad-Rock]
Ill out the gate, I set it off
I suppose you're exposed, so get lost
You break off, cut all connections
Join the sucker emcee witness protection

[Mike D]
Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-MIKE D!
Slip off my lows in the place to be
Always on time so I never botch
The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch

[MCA]
Now here's a little somethin for ya!
I'ma grab a little and store yah
Do some balancin for yah
And if you feelin chilly I'ma get you a shawl

[Chorus]
Get ready, get set (get set - get set)
Place your bet (your bet - your bet)
What you get (you get - you get)
Cause I ain't done yet, done yet, done yet
Get ready, get set (get set - get set)
Place your bet (your bet - your bet)
What you get (you get - you get)
Here's a little somethin for ya!

[Mike D]
Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D
Don't really get in the press like Z
Cause I speak my conscience, and speak my mind
Don't trip and flip, and then I stop to find

[MCA]
Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back
Laugh and crack guns while squads smokin crack
The odds are stacked, for those who lack
Been a lucky motherfucker when it comes to that

[Ad-Rock]
I, slow roast, I'm steady tappin
Oh yes, I guess I'm the toast of Manhattan
In Miami, I'm sleazy with John Salley
Shout to Andre, Lee on tally

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
This shit is crazy
This shit is cra-zyyyy! (DING)

[MCA]
Dr. Karl to proceed, a/k/a Jewish
Dr. Bombay is the ladies choice
Step on stage so we smoke and dry moist
Every time I bring it twoice as noice

[Ad-Rock]
Now he's a breddern, take an Excedrin
Aldermen check your rhymers to be hedrin
I'm undefined, I'm gettin much finer
Steady loungin in my La-Z-Boy recliner

[Mike D]
Bruisin and jabbin, amped up on coffee
Like kids goin wild at the sight of Mr. Softee
I smash around the corner (GASP) and sneakin up
When you're breathin down your neck (GASP) just keepin up

[Chorus]


15. CRAZY ASS SHIT

"On and on, to the break of dawn" [4X]

[Ad Rock]
Now, let me introduce myself, I'm Ad Rock (Rock)
No matter what you order from I got it in stock (stock)
We doin our thing, well we got it on lock (lock)
Gonna pop off the lip with the old non-stop

[MCA]
So take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got (got)
I'll take a licking, still tick tick tock (tock)
Smoked salmon, ate old school lox (lox)
A zooted buddha baby and I buy gray socks

[Mike D]
It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please (please)
Stinkin, nasty, like the head cheese (cheese)
Cat scans, honorary degrees
Rhymes fresh pressed like eighty-three Lees

"You can't stop you've got to keep on"
"Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on"
"You can't stop you've got to keep on"

Well that's all I got, except I just got...

[Mike D]
Touchin all my nails when my feets in the cab (cab)
I am {?} but her past is bad (bad)
All you perfect bums that are into crabs (crabs)
Come take a shower and wash that ass

[Ad Rock]
Rock non-stop in the New York City (City)
Got the heat on the mic lookin so damn pretty (pretty)
Sittin by me well it must feel shitty (shitty)
The real thing to say - here it goes - tough titty!

[MCA]
I got my rhymes in the picture and it's time to floor (floor)
I'm at the two and I'm screamin four (four)
Get into your party as I declare war (war)
I'm gonna feed this hunger that smile like a dinosaur

"You can't stop you've got to keep on"
"Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on"
"You can't stop you've got to keep on"
"Keep, keep-keep-keep, keep-keep on"
"You can't stop you've got to keep on"
"On and on, to the break of dawn"


16. THE LISA LISA/FULL FORCE ROUTINE

Awww shit.
Woah, what?
Aaaaand,
Front (front), back (back), sucker then a snack pack (pack),
I (I) got (got) lawn mower whack (whack),
Get (get) down (down) grade A ground (round),
Sound that you're loving giving (giving) us a pound (pound),
Full (full) force (force) Lisa (Lisa) dope jam,
All (all) night (night) listening to Dope Man,
You can (you can) say (say) yes we're looking pretty (pretty),
Money (money) making (making) New York Citaaay!





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