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 ****t 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 ****t, you better hit the deck You'll walk the plank for your dis 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 **** 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 fini****ng 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 LOV on the New York C. Double R double R 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 ****t 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 ****t, you better hit the deck You'll walk the plank for your dis 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 **** 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 fini****ng 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 LOV on the New York C. Double R double R 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...
