And what do you do when
Your man kills himself and
How do I make friends now

And where is my Mom
I need to show her that
She taught me

And please let me
Die an instant death

Aaahhn B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
That’s just what Beasties gotta’ be
Can’t you see this is an emergency
Can you feel the urgency
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
With the hold of democracy
In a state of emergency now

Ahhnn going out to rock the state
Let’s just come and take unique
All across the stormy sea
Better days in democracy
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Captain stayed off so merryly
In a state of emergency now

Aaahhn B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Cops just don’t have respect to me
World is filled with tyranny
All across the stormy sea
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Who the hell are we off to see
Let’s just come and take unique
Now B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
B-E-A-S-T-I-E go

(Chorus) Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo

It’s never old school - all brand new
So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu
Not like a fever - not like a cold
The beats are clear - the rhymes are bold
So don’t see a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen to the music - first things first
First of all - get off the wall
It’s time to party so have a ball
Because we slowed it on down - so get the hell up
Like a volcano I’ll erupt
We got determination - bass and highs
White Castle fries only come in one size
What you see is what you get
And you ain’t seen - nothing yet

(repeat chorus)

I do not sing - but I make a Def song
You could live your whole life - and I hope you live long
On the Gong Show we won’t get gonged
We’re the Beastie Boys - not Cheech and Chong
Strong as an ox - fresh out the box
The crowd is so live - they’re coming in flocks
And when we go on - the crowd goes off
It’s all hard rock - there’s nothing soft
(repeat chorus)
We don’t only rock the house but we’ll house we rock
We don’t stroll but we roll straight to the top
M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. makes three
And we can do it like this in the place to be
When I’m recorded - you’ll be rewarded
I know my song is Def ’cause you all applauded
Not P.C.P. or L.S.D. - just me Mike D. in the place to be
This is not free - you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a C.O.D.
(repeat chorus)
The beat is slow in order to dance
I wanna hear I dos and no I can’t
First you move your legs - and then your arms
It’s not fast and nervous - this dance is calm
It’s truly stable and you ought to be able
To dance to the record when it’s on the turntable
(repeat chorus)

Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin’ just to hear me rock the mic
In the right car at the right price in mint condition
They’ll be staring at the radio staying up all night
So like a pimp I’m pimpin’
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin’
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA’s got a beard like a billy goat

Oowah oowah is my disco call
MCA hu-huh I’m gettin’ rope y’all

Routines I bust rhymes I write
And I’ll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you’ll be picking your nose
I’m on time and that’s how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point

That’s the joint

Mike D with your bad self running things
What’s up with your bad breath onion rings
I’m Nike D and I’m back from the dead
Chillin’ with Pig Pen down at Club Med
Make another record ’cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz

Hurricane you got clout
Other DJ’s he’ll take your head out
A puppet on a string I’m paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing I’m
In a lava lamp inside the brain hotel
I might be peakin’ or freakin’ I’m known to rock well
The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump

Shake your rump

Never been dumped ’cause I’m the most mackinest
Never been jumped ’cause I’m known the most packinest
Yeah we’ve got beef chief
We’re knocking out teeth chief
And if you don’t believe us you should question your belief Keith
Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip no skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Whoo ha yo garcon the cheque
Running from the law the press and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond?
No mine’s Clarence
From downtown Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you’re doing the bump

Shake your rump

Good Times Gone But You Missed Them What’s Gone Wrong In
Your System Things They Bounce Just Like A Spaulding What’d
You Think Did You Miss Your Calling It’s So Free This Kind Of Feeling
It’s Like Life It’s So Appealing When You’ve Got So Much To Say
It’s Called Gratitude

Good Times Gone But You Feed It Hate’s Grown Strong
You Feel You Need It Just One Thing Do You Know What You Think
That The World Owes You What’s Gonna Set You Free Look Inside
And You’ll See When You’ve Got So Much To Say It’s Called Gratitude

I’ve got the skills to pay the bills ya
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I’ve got the skills to pay the bills
Ah what you got, I got the skills to pay the bills

I’m mike d and I’m bustin’ out trap kits Haha
The time has come so I’m going to rap this yea
You Rip Van Winkle now you’re gonna’ wake up
MC’s pick up a hobby that you’re gonna’ take up
Well on the stage I’m known to break fool huh
But when I’m at the table it’s the Futterman’s rule wohoo
Workin’ on my game cause it’s time to tax
I’m on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack shit
Up to the top, ’till the very last drop yea
I’ll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I’m selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MC’s I watch you getting around my… agh shit

The skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya’ll

So it better pull through when it comes to me
Let it go down like it’s supposed to be
Words together like birds in a flock
Ah yes rhymes on time like the hands on a clock
Well I’m an epileptic, a skept-a-cleptic check it
I’m cutting up the beats from the bear I clept it
I fucked around and then I lost my tooth ahaa
I’m telling everybody it’s the goddamn truth
Like Dennis Coffey I’m a Scorpio Scorpio
Like my man Schneider, I’m a super ho super ho
Making mountains out of molehills and rockin’ some mo’ skills
Butt naked beats with butt naked fills

I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya’ll

Hu-hu-hu-haa

A-wella’ wella’ wella’ wella’ welcome back
I don’t sell bullets and I don’t sell crack
Rub a little oil on my neck and back shit
Now listen baby doll we outta hit the sack
The original young aboriginal oohoo
Continued evolution of an individual well I’ll tell ya
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It’s 1992 and still no one to vote for
Well like my words is what I’m seeing through my own eyes
A little vision of the truth in a world of lies
When it comes to coming off I like to get my fill
Well I got the skills
I got the skills to pay the bills y’all
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
Uhh what you got Mike - my skills to pay the bills
Agh yea, I got the skills to pay the bills y’all

Wooo getta got gotta got gotta got some
We got the mad skills in 92 boy
Yea you know what I’m saying
Skills… to pay the bills
Skills y’all I got skills to pay the bills
Skills y’all Skills to pay the bills
What skills skills skills to pay the bills
Yeah yeah skills to pay the bills

What skills money money
What skills makin’ ah money money
What skills makin’ makin’ makin’ money
What skills makin’ makin’ money
What skills ya’ll gotta’ pay the bills
I got skills y’all to pay the bills
I got skills ya’ll
I got I got a I got a I got a got the skills y’all..
My skills to pay the bills..
Mario C ya he’s paid the bills
Mike D y’all you know I pay the bills
And AdRock yea let’s pay the bills

“That’s A Record..”
Huh…
Yea…
I Kick It Root Down I Put My Root Down
I Kick It Root Down I Put My Root Down
So How We Gonna’ Kick It Gonna Kick It Root Down
Yea How You Wanna’ Kick It Gonna Kick It Root Down
So How You Gonna’ Kick It Gonna Kick It Root Down
Gonna’ Break It On Down Gonna’ Kick It Root Down

It’s Not A Put Down I Put My Foot Down
And Then I Makin’ Some Love, I Put My Root Down
I’m Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance
Everbody Knows I’m Known For Dropping Science
‘Cause I’m Electric Like Dick Hyman
I Guess You’d Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin’
Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound
So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out - Mike D.
We’re Talking Root Down, I Put My Boot Down boot down
And If You Want To Battle Me, You’re Putting Loot Down loot down
I Said It’s Root Down root down It’s Time To Scoot Down scoot down yea
I’m A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down goose down whoo
Come Up Representing From The Upper West
Money Makin’ Putting Me To The Test haa
Sometimes I Feel As Though I’ve Been Blessed
Because I’m Doing What I Want So I Never Rest Yea Mike It Mike It
Well I Ain’t Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys
Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py
Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born
But When The Snow Is Fallin’ Then I Am Gone whee
You Might Think That I’m A Fanatic
A Phone Call From Utah And I’m Throwing A Panic
So Break It To The Root When We Kick It On Down
Jimmy Smith Is My Man I Wanna’ Give Him A Pound yea

I Kick It Root Down I Put My Root Down
I Kick It Root Down I Put My Root Down
So You Wanna’ Kick It Gonna Kick It Root Down
‘Cause How We Gonna’ Kick It We Gonna Kick It Root Down
So How We Gonna’ Kick It Gonna Kick It Root Down
Gonna’ Break It On Down Gonna’ Kick It Root Down

Yea…
Well Ad Rock Huh Don’t Stop whee Come On
Just Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc
Well I’ll Fill You To The Fuckin’ Rim Like Brim
I’m Walking Down Your Block And You Say That’s Him
There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound
The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down
Because I’ve Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick
And Say Oh My God That’s The Funky Shit
So I’ma’ Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic yea
The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage
Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station
Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up Situation
On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes
Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes yea
It’s Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show
It’s Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There’s One You Should Know yeaaa
Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due
MCA Grab The Mic And Ma Bell Will Connect You
Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight
“If Dancin’ Prays To The Lord Then I Will Feel Alright”
I’m Feelin’ Good To Play A ..good Little Music music
Tears Running Down My Face ‘Cause I Love To Do It
And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On
A Flow Master Of Disaster With A Sound That’s Gone yea
I’ll Take A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom yea
For Bringing Me Into This World And So On

I Kick It Root Down I Put My Root Down
I Kick It Root Down I Put My Root Down
So How We Gonna’ Kick It Gonna Kick It Root Down
Yea How You Wanna’ Kick It Gonna Kick It Root Down
So How We Gonna’ Rock It Gonna rock Kick It Root Down
Break It On Down Gonna’ Kick It Root Down

Yea That Shits On Down
And That’s A Record That’s A Record Called The Mario
And That’s A Record That’s A Record Called The Mario
And That’s A Record That’s A Record Called The Mario
Awe, now That’s A Record Buddy…

And I thought it was knows
All Good in the zone
Something you don’t have to tell me
Something you don’t have to sell me

I’m feeling so I’m feeling so
I’m feeling so I’m feeling so

Believe in Me Believe in Me
Believe in Me Believe in Me

And what wasn’t said
I wasn’t lying
And what do I have to do
It’s not for lack of trying

What I don’t know What I don’t know
What I don’t know What I don’t know

Believe in Me Believe in Me
Believe in Me Believe in Me

‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Ah Well You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Mike D Come And Rock The Sure Shot

I’ve Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo
I’m On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu
I’m A Newlywed I’m Not A Divorcee yeah
And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey
Well It’s The Taking of the Pelham, One, Two, Three
If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me
I’ve Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhymin’
I Keep It On And On, It’s Never Quitting Time And
Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go
Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose
I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I’m Ready To Go
‘Cause At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario
You Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak
To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak
I’ve Got More Action Than My Man John Woo
And I’ve Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Carew yeah

Because You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Because You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
You Know You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot

Hurra Hurra
Cane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums
Listen Everybody ‘Cause I’m Shifting Gears I’m
Fresh Like Dougie When I Get My Specs And
On The Microphone I Come Correct
Timing Like A Clock When I Rock The Hip-Hop
Well Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box
I’ve Got More Rhymes Than I’ve Got Grey Hairs
And That’s Alot Because I’ve Got My Share ooh whee
I’ve Got A Hole In My Head And There’s No One To Fix It
I Gotta’ Straighten My Thoughts I’m Thinking Too Much yea Sick Shit yea
Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes
I’ll Have To Step Back, I’ve Gotta’ Contemplate
Well I’m Like Lee Perry, I’m Very
On Rock The Microphone And Then I’m Gone
I’m Like Vaughn Bode, I’m a Cheech Wizard
Never Quittin’, So Won’t You Listen

“Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Yes Indeed It’s Fun Time”

‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Because You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Ah Well You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot

I Want To Say a Little Something That’s Long Overdue
The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through
To All The Mothers And The Sisters And The Wives And Friends
I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End
Well You Say I’m Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking
But I’m Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking
So I’m Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Just Watching My T.V. yeah
I’m Still Listening To Wax, I’m Not Using The CD
Well I’m That Kid In The Corner
All Fucked Up And I Wanna’ So I’m Gonna’ yea
Take A Piece Of The Pie Why Not I’m Not Quittin’
Think I’ma’ Change Up My Style Just To Fit In
I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic
I Use A Bullshit Mic That’s Made Out Of Plastic
To Send My Rhymes Out To All The Nations
Like Ma Bell, I’ve Got The Ill Communications

‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Ah Well You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Keep On And Rockin’ The Sure Shot

B-Boys.. B-Girls..

“Ready one, you will do this four times with the left
four with the right then eight times with both, then repeat”

Ah..clap your hands..

Body movin’ body movin’
A1 sound’ sound so soothing
Body movin’ body movin’
We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’

Now let me get some action from the back section
We need body rockin’ not perfection
Let your back bone flip but don’t slip a disc
And let your spine unwind just take a risk
I wanna’ do the freak until the break of dawn
Tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking inter-lockin
And up-rockin’ electro-shocking
We’re getting down computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
Now all of y’all ah get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with

Body movin’ body movin’
A1 sound’ sound so soothing
Body movin’ body movin’
We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’

“Stand erect, arms down. Swing left arm big same with the right”

Flame on, I’m gone
I’m so sweet like a nice bon bon
Came out rapping when I was born
Mom said rock it ’til the break of dawn
Puttin bodies in motion ’cause I got the notion
Well like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion
The sound of the music makin’ you insane
You can’t explain to people this type of mind frame
And like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap
I’m fine like wine when I start to rap
We need body rockin’ not perfection
Let me get some action from the back section

Body movin’ body movin’
A1 sound’ sound so soothing
Body movin’ body movin’
We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’

“Left arm ready and one, and again, stand erect”

Mike D huhaa with the master plan
I said ooh my my and thank you ma’am
And when I grab the mic you scream Ooh god damn
The creme de la creme is who I am
MCA where have you been
Packed like sardines in the tin..tin
So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins
‘Cause when it comes to quarries I’m known to swim
And Adrock light up the place
And if you pull my card you pull the ace
And if you ask me turn up the bass
And if you play defender I could be your hyper space so

Body movin’ body movin’
A1 sound’ sound so soothing
Body movin’ body movin’
We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’

“You will do eight hops on the left, eight on the right
Four left four right, two left, two right, the one each
Left right, left right. Start and land on the balls of the feet
Left foot, ready it’s one two three four five”