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