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Beastie Boys The Sounds Of Science Get It Together (Beastie Boys/J. Davis) 1-2 1-2 keep it on Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn Listen to the abstract got it going on Listen to the ladies come on and let me spawn All your eggs then you you go up the river Listen to the abstract that freaky nigger I'm Ad Rock and I shock and I tick and I tock And I can't stop with the body rock See I've got heart like John Starks Hitting mad sparks Pass me the mic And I'll be rocking the whole park I'm the M to the C to the A and it's a must The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust And my moms is not butt, but fuck it Let me get down to the rhythm Yes I'm getting funky and I'm shooting all my jism Like John Holmes, the x-rated nigger Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure Nobody's getting any bigger than this Ad Rock down with the Ione Listen to the shit because both of them is boney Got to do it like this like Chachi and Joanie Because she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni So why all the fight and why all the fuss Becasue I ain't got no dust Yea, you know I'm getting silly I've got a Grandma Hazel and a Grandma Tilly Grand Royal prez and I'm also a member Born on the cusp in the month of November I do the Patty Duke in case you don't remember Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender Well, I'm long gone word is born Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like i'm hard But I shall drive the lane like I was Evan Bernhard And I'm working on my game because life is taxing Got to get it together and see what's happening I go one two like my name was Biz Mark But I had to do the shit just let me embark On the lyric and the noun and the verb Let's kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare The moog with the funk for your derriere While we're on that topic, yes I like to mention When it comes to boning i'm representing Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the phone and My brain is roaming and I don't know where it's going Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend I've got to get him by the reigns because I know that i'm freaking Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio And when I get my flow I'm Dr on the go So Q-tip, what you on the mic for Because I had to talk about the times that I rhyme And when M.C.S come in my face, I'm like mace Because I back them off with the quills Nigger 'cause i tell you, nigger 'cause i'll keep you under prills Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the Farmes Boulevard I'm from Manhattan M.C.A.'s from Brooklyn Yea, M.C.A., your shit be cooking Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat So, yo Tip, what's up with the boot on your feet I've got the timbos on the toes and this is how it goes Oh one two, oh my God One two, oh my God, I've got some shit I've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit Never ever ever smoking crack Never ever ever fucking wack I eat the fuckin' pineapple now & laters Listen to me now, don't listen to me later Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real But, yo technically I'm as hard as steel Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together Ma Bell I'm like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications |
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