The Beastie Boys Follow

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 counterfeit
I can play the drums, I can play guitar
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 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 scratch 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 rhythms for fanatic 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

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 rhythms rather write rhymes
He writes his and I write mine
Rock 'n roll rhythms are raunchy and ronkis
We're from Manhattan, 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 Ad Rock

MCA Mike D. in the place to be
The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy, that's right
In the place to be
You know it, you know it, AdRock

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