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We're we're we're |
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We're the b-boys, we don't regret |
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There's nothing wrong with your TV set |
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We're a gettin loose |
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We couldn't be harder |
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Our beats are bigger and better and longer |
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Got real rock shit |
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You must admit |
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Not fake, not false, not counterfit |
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I can play the drums, I can play gituar |
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Not just b-boys, but real rock stars |
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Rock, rock rock... |
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When we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck |
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You'll walk the plank for your dis |
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Respect, respect, respect... |
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If you front on the Rock, best run and hide |
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If you got static, we'll take it outside |
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And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys |
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Use real rock beats, show off big toys |
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Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds |
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So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud |
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Loud... |
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A, then scrach it... |
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Heavy metal tension running through your blood |
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Too much rock step off the pud |
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Too much treble mid-range and bass |
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The beat's so hard it'll dick your face |
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You'll crush out hard rock hard beats hard |
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Rock cold rythms for fanitic freaks |
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Some people say this has been done |
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We're hear we're now |
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And the battles won |
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Fists... |
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Fists of fury in an MC bout |
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Rock so hard it'll knock you out |
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The very first blow is a kick in the snout |
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The beat's so def that you better beware |
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When you're talkin' bass right in your face |
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The walls crumble down, destroying the place |
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The finishing touch is the bokasat-slam |
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The final blow in the five finger jam |
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Some... |
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Sometimes I write rythms rather write rhymes |
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He writes his and I write mine |
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Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and ronkis |
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We're from Manhatten, you're from Secaucus |
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Mike D AdRock and MCA |
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Not before long I can hear you say |
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In a way these boys got juice |
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They're goin' off you know they love to get loose |
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Get loose get loose... |
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Poose |
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Gettin' the Ad Ad AdRock |
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MCA Mike D. in the place to be |
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The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy |
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That's right |
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Uh, Uh |
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In the place to be |
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You know it, you know it |
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AdRock, uh uh |
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When the party gets loose |
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Slop one, slop one |
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And your goin' the boots |
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Everybody gettin' trouble |
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LOV on the New York C. |
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Double R double R |
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Better off the by |
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Just takin' off the jile |
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Like I lost my style |
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Gonna' grab my rhyme |
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All the nigros the got style |
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Oh... |
