作曲 : Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Adam Yauch Say itTo the heart of the matter, the mic I shatterSay cold in the mic and make your teeth chatter You climb the corporate ladder to make your pocket's fatter We be flipping styles like pancake batter Looking through your vinyl's, spying on me I'm running like a rhino on a chicken spree Call yourself an MC but what's you truth? You got 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 you 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 at your cabana You bust your ass Jones like you slipped on a banana Like knick-knack paddy-whack, you got to let it out From the vine to 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 can't stop me rhyming when I let goLife 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 Suckers
作曲 : Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Adam Yauch Say itTo the heart of the matter, the mic I shatterSay cold in the mic and make your teeth chatter You climb the corporate ladder to make your pocket's fatter We be flipping styles like pancake batter Looking through your vinyl's, spying on me I'm running like a rhino on a chicken spree Call yourself an MC but what's you truth? You got 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 you 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 at your cabana You bust your ass Jones like you slipped on a banana Like knick-knack paddy-whack, you got to let it out From the vine to 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 can't stop me rhyming when I let goLife 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 Suckers
