Beastie Boys - To the 5 Boroughs Album Lyrics

Ch-Check It Out
Right Right Now Now
3 The Hard Way
It Takes Time To Build
Rhyme The Rhyme Well
Triple Trouble
Hey Fuck You
Oh Word?
Thats It Thats All
All Lifestyles
Shazam!
An Open Letter To NYC
Crawlspace
The Brouhaha
We Got The
Now Get Busy

Ch-Check It Out

(Oh, what you, what are you saying?)

All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static
All you Klingons in the f*cking house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliers

Like Mutual of Omaha
With the ill boat you've never seen before
Glidin' in the glades
And like Lorne Greene you know I get paid
Like Caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like Darren or Hazel
I'm a motherf*ckin' "Nick At Nite"
With classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm, no alarm, 'cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that?
I've got friends and family that I respect
When I think I'm too good they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthaf*cking party out

Said, Doc what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass is an electrician
Like a scientist
When I'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined

Now, hey, baby bubba now what the deal?
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic but you won't see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier, engineer
I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer

Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo, money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase, and my crew's amazin'
We're working on the record yo, so just stay patient

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthaf*cking party out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out

Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy, who moi?
I am the one with the clientele
Who say, Adrock, you rock so well
I've got class like pink champale
MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale

Don't test me, they can't arrest me
I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm down
You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You want to rap but what you're making ain't hip-hop, B

Now, get your clothes right out the dryer
Put Armor-All up on your tire
Sport that fresh attire
Tonight we goin' out set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze, gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head and say "Those were the days"

Now, check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthaf*cking party out

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English

(Oh, what you, what are you saying?)

All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static
All you Klingons in the f*cking house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliers

Like Mutual of Omaha
With the ill boat you've never seen before
Glidin' in the glades
And like Lorne Greene you know I get paid
Like Caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like Darren or Hazel
I'm a motherf*ckin' "Nick At Nite"
With classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm, no alarm, 'cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that?
I've got friends and family that I respect
When I think I'm too good they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthaf*cking party out

Said, Doc what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass is an electrician
Like a scientist
When I'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined

Now, hey, baby bubba now what the deal?
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic but you won't see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier, engineer
I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer

Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo, money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase, and my crew's amazin'
We're working on the record yo, so just stay patient

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthaf*cking party out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out

Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy, who moi?
I am the one with the clientele
Who say, Adrock, you rock so well
I've got class like pink champale
MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale

Don't test me, they can't arrest me
I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm down
You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You want to rap but what you're making ain't hip-hop, B

Now, get your clothes right out the dryer
Put Armor-All up on your tire
Sport that fresh attire
Tonight we goin' out set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze, gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head and say "Those were the days"

Now, check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthaf*cking party out

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Writer: Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Michael Louis Diamond
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Right Right Now Now

Now, once upon a time up on this mic
MCs be really workin' on what they write
With the sound delight, we rock all night
And yes, we're gonna party for the right to fight
We're international like Matt Takei
Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei
Still around the way is where we'll stay
Say what we mean, mean what we say
Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and
What we do now is future molding
Columbine bowling, childhood stolen
We need a bit more gun controlling

Right (right) now (now) what is goin' on?
We (we) gotta (gotta) get it goin' on
Be (be) fore (fore) it's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

When I get on you scream "Hoo, tight!"
Rockin' this flow I could go all night
I'm not here to fight, or incite
I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright
I'm getting kind of tired of the situation
The US attacking other nations
Anhiliations, on every station
False election's got me losing my patience
Well, I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way, and
I got to say f*ck the KKK, and
Oh, yeah hey, how about today?
If you want to set it off then let me hear you say

Right (right) now (now) what is goin' on?
We (we) gotta (gotta) get it goin' on
Be (be) fore (fore) it's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

I went to get a loan and they asked my race
I wrote down human inside the space
It's a disgrace how they try to debase
It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace
Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise
I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice
With the rhyme precise, the word is nice
So please pass me the Reunite on ice
Well let's go to work and not berserk
'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt
Try to smooth it out like Levert
Keep the mind alert and not revert

Right (right) now (now) what is goin' on?
We (we) gotta (gotta) get it goin' on
Be (be) fore (fore) it's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

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English

Now, once upon a time up on this mic
MCs be really workin' on what they write
With the sound delight, we rock all night
And yes, we're gonna party for the right to fight
We're international like Matt Takei
Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei
Still around the way is where we'll stay
Say what we mean, mean what we say
Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and
What we do now is future molding
Columbine bowling, childhood stolen
We need a bit more gun controlling

Right (right) now (now) what is goin' on?
We (we) gotta (gotta) get it goin' on
Be (be) fore (fore) it's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

When I get on you scream "Hoo, tight!"
Rockin' this flow I could go all night
I'm not here to fight, or incite
I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright
I'm getting kind of tired of the situation
The US attacking other nations
Anhiliations, on every station
False election's got me losing my patience
Well, I'm a funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way, and
I got to say f*ck the KKK, and
Oh, yeah hey, how about today?
If you want to set it off then let me hear you say

Right (right) now (now) what is goin' on?
We (we) gotta (gotta) get it goin' on
Be (be) fore (fore) it's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

I went to get a loan and they asked my race
I wrote down human inside the space
It's a disgrace how they try to debase
It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace
Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise
I'm an iron chef when I slice and dice
With the rhyme precise, the word is nice
So please pass me the Reunite on ice
Well let's go to work and not berserk
'Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt
Try to smooth it out like Levert
Keep the mind alert and not revert

Right (right) now (now) what is goin' on?
We (we) gotta (gotta) get it goin' on
Be (be) fore (fore) it's too far gone
We gotta work together, it's been too long

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Writer: MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND, ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, DON COSTA, MARTIN RACKIN, PHILIP PHIL ZELLER, TONY ROMEO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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3 The Hard Way

Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models 

Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains 

Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell 

At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L 

We be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks 

With the diamond stylus we cutting wax 

We're the super elastic bubble plastic 

Got ethereal material that's straight up classic 

You try to vex reject but you should respect 

Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx * 1 

So don't start to flex up in the discotheque 

Or we'll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rex 
We're gonna rock this motherf*cker like three the hard way 
Your rhyme technique, it is antique 

To all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? 

Que cosa fai? Come sta e? 

Ho fato molte telefonate 

Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza 

Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh 

Holler back challah bread... next 

We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex 

I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me 

I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties 

Time to count MC's in this place to be 

Not five, not four, not two, just three 
We're gonna rock this motherf*cker like three the hard way 
Round-house kick the mic out your hand 

Drunken mantis, my name brand 

So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand 

I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scam 

Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop 

I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop 

So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait 

E.T. phone home now get the f*ck out my face 

You know we shake'em bake'em then we take'em 

Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake'em 

If you sell our CDs on Canal before we make'em 

Then we will have no alternative but to serve you 

on a platter like Steak'Em 
We're gonna rock this motherf*cker like three the hard way

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Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models 

Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains 

Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell 

At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L 

We be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks 

With the diamond stylus we cutting wax 

We're the super elastic bubble plastic 

Got ethereal material that's straight up classic 

You try to vex reject but you should respect 

Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx * 1 

So don't start to flex up in the discotheque 

Or we'll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rex 
We're gonna rock this motherf*cker like three the hard way 
Your rhyme technique, it is antique 

To all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? 

Que cosa fai? Come sta e? 

Ho fato molte telefonate 

Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza 

Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh 

Holler back challah bread... next 

We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex 

I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me 

I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties 

Time to count MC's in this place to be 

Not five, not four, not two, just three 
We're gonna rock this motherf*cker like three the hard way 
Round-house kick the mic out your hand 

Drunken mantis, my name brand 

So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand 

I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scam 

Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop 

I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop 

So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait 

E.T. phone home now get the f*ck out my face 

You know we shake'em bake'em then we take'em 

Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake'em 

If you sell our CDs on Canal before we make'em 

Then we will have no alternative but to serve you 

on a platter like Steak'Em 
We're gonna rock this motherf*cker like three the hard way

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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It Takes Time To Build

If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check
It's time to let'em know what we expect
Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC
Hold up wait up you know we come correct
You wanna change things up, well hey just get set
It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck
It's easier to break things than build it correct
We've got a president we didn't elect
The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect
And still the US just wants to flex
Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

Hate filled people wanna keep us in check
Tearin' down each other is what they expect
If you want love well hey that's a bet
We've got to give before we can get
Waiting like a batter who is on deck
When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck
So let's calibrate and check our specs
We need a little shift on over towards the left
I don't really know but I suspect
I think it's due time that we inspect
How they get their information and their facts are checked
Another press conference someone's talking out their neck

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

So step up to the window and place your bets
Is the US gonna keep breaking necks
Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex
And the military muscle that he wants to flex
By the time Bush is done what will be left
Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque
Environmental destruction and the national dept
But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest
What the real deal why you can't connect
Why you hating people that you never met
Didn't your mama teach you to show some respect?
Why not open your mind for a sec?

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

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English

If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check
It's time to let'em know what we expect
Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC
Hold up wait up you know we come correct
You wanna change things up, well hey just get set
It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck
It's easier to break things than build it correct
We've got a president we didn't elect
The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect
And still the US just wants to flex
Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

Hate filled people wanna keep us in check
Tearin' down each other is what they expect
If you want love well hey that's a bet
We've got to give before we can get
Waiting like a batter who is on deck
When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck
So let's calibrate and check our specs
We need a little shift on over towards the left
I don't really know but I suspect
I think it's due time that we inspect
How they get their information and their facts are checked
Another press conference someone's talking out their neck

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

So step up to the window and place your bets
Is the US gonna keep breaking necks
Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex
And the military muscle that he wants to flex
By the time Bush is done what will be left
Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque
Environmental destruction and the national dept
But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest
What the real deal why you can't connect
Why you hating people that you never met
Didn't your mama teach you to show some respect?
Why not open your mind for a sec?

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Rhyme The Rhyme Well

Now my name is Adrock I've got a story to tell 

When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell 

And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 

And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 
Oh you didn't know I got the flow 

I could sing, rap, dance in just one show 

With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin 

Mother f*ckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins 

Hey could you please pass me the peas 

And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze 

I'm the player and the coach I'm no roach 

I bought my grandma a brand new broach 
Well I'm MCA with a story to tell 

When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well 

And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 

'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 
'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin' 

I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman 

I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin' 

Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin' 

Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing 

Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin' 

I'm party crashin' so you better batten 

Down those hatches stop procrastin- 
Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell 

And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell 

And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 

'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 
Went to the top and never went pop and 

Came back down but still not stopping 

I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?" 

Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan 

So start packing because I'm back in 

The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan 
Now push the pause button then start ducking 

Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton, 

Hutton shhhhhhhh, Hutton shhh, Hutton shhhhhhh, 

Hutton SHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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Now my name is Adrock I've got a story to tell 

When I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell 

And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 

And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 
Oh you didn't know I got the flow 

I could sing, rap, dance in just one show 

With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin 

Mother f*ckin' Yosi with the goddamn muffins 

Hey could you please pass me the peas 

And let me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze 

I'm the player and the coach I'm no roach 

I bought my grandma a brand new broach 
Well I'm MCA with a story to tell 

When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well 

And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 

'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 
'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin' 

I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman 

I'm rehearsin' and ain't maskin' 

Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin' 

Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing 

Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin' 

I'm party crashin' so you better batten 

Down those hatches stop procrastin- 
Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell 

And when I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell 

And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 

'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well 
Went to the top and never went pop and 

Came back down but still not stopping 

I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?" 

Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan 

So start packing because I'm back in 

The game of hiphop reprenting Manhattan 
Now push the pause button then start ducking 

Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton, 

Hutton shhhhhhhh, Hutton shhh, Hutton shhhhhhh, 

Hutton SHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Triple Trouble

If You 

If You 

Wanna Know 

Wanna Know 

The real deal about the three 

Well let me tell you 

We're triple trouble ya'll 

We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser 

Ain't selling out to advertisers 

What you get is what you see 

And you won't see me out there advertising 

See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody 

Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 

'Cause this is like having a delicious meal 
Moving the crowd, well that's a must 

I got some words that apply to us and that's 

Mesmerizing, tantalizing 

Captivating, we're devastating 
If You 

If You 

Wanna Know 

Wanna Know 

The real deal about the three 

Well let me tell you 

We're triple trouble ya'll 

We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier 

Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer 

If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere 

Run this rap game like a brigadier 

I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven 

Snares on the five and thirteen 

Rhymes on time and that's the given 

We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it 

Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' 

The source of the problem is at the origin 

You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' 

You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' 
If You 

If You 

Wanna Know 

Wanna Know 

The real deal about the three 

Well let me tell you 

We're triple trouble ya'll 

We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn 

Cerrone on the microphone I am 

Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar 

My rhymes are better 

What the Helen in Troy is that? 

Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? 

I'm beautiful you can't touch me 

If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed 
We're originators you can't feign 

Ignorance or pass the blame 

'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 

'Nuff beats to drive you insane 

'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 

'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 

'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 

'Nuff style that you can't defame 

You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt 

With the style so new y'all be like what? 

Turn the party out like a bon vivant 

With the skill at will that I know you want 

On a hot day sip on iced latte 

Devious like Wyllie Coyote 

Hot to trote or maybe not-e 

'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body 
Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating 
If You 

If You 

Wanna Know 

Wanna Know 

The real deal about the three 

Well let me tell you 

We're triple trouble ya'll 

We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny 

Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle 

Thus making their beauty a bit awkward

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If You 

If You 

Wanna Know 

Wanna Know 

The real deal about the three 

Well let me tell you 

We're triple trouble ya'll 

We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser 

Ain't selling out to advertisers 

What you get is what you see 

And you won't see me out there advertising 

See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody 

Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 

'Cause this is like having a delicious meal 
Moving the crowd, well that's a must 

I got some words that apply to us and that's 

Mesmerizing, tantalizing 

Captivating, we're devastating 
If You 

If You 

Wanna Know 

Wanna Know 

The real deal about the three 

Well let me tell you 

We're triple trouble ya'll 

We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier 

Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer 

If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere 

Run this rap game like a brigadier 

I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven 

Snares on the five and thirteen 

Rhymes on time and that's the given 

We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it 

Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' 

The source of the problem is at the origin 

You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' 

You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' 
If You 

If You 

Wanna Know 

Wanna Know 

The real deal about the three 

Well let me tell you 

We're triple trouble ya'll 

We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn 

Cerrone on the microphone I am 

Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar 

My rhymes are better 

What the Helen in Troy is that? 

Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? 

I'm beautiful you can't touch me 

If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed 
We're originators you can't feign 

Ignorance or pass the blame 

'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 

'Nuff beats to drive you insane 

'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 

'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 

'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 

'Nuff style that you can't defame 

You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt 

With the style so new y'all be like what? 

Turn the party out like a bon vivant 

With the skill at will that I know you want 

On a hot day sip on iced latte 

Devious like Wyllie Coyote 

Hot to trote or maybe not-e 

'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body 
Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating 
If You 

If You 

Wanna Know 

Wanna Know 

The real deal about the three 

Well let me tell you 

We're triple trouble ya'll 

We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny 

Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle 

Thus making their beauty a bit awkward

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Writer: BERNARD EDWARDS, NILE RODGERS, MICHAEL DIAMOND, ADAM YAUCH, ADAM HOROWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Hey Fuck You

Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book, look
Give it back, you're wicky-wack
With your ticky-tack calls, didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand, man, you know it's all ball
You sold a few records but don't get slick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
Yeah you've been in the game, your career is long
But when you really break it down, you've only got two songs
MCs are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
I just yell pull and Mike drops the beat
You people call yourselves MCs but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
Comin' in
Now, I read about you up on page six
They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now talk about your face now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're like "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets licked
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
And it you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy doo-doo the kit and kaboodle
The truth is brutal, your grandma's kugel
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin', wildin', wondering who I am
With those lies you're telling you're like Toucan Sam
My style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
Wow, what a loser!

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Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book, look
Give it back, you're wicky-wack
With your ticky-tack calls, didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand, man, you know it's all ball
You sold a few records but don't get slick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
Yeah you've been in the game, your career is long
But when you really break it down, you've only got two songs
MCs are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
I just yell pull and Mike drops the beat
You people call yourselves MCs but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
Comin' in
Now, I read about you up on page six
They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now talk about your face now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're like "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets licked
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
And it you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy doo-doo the kit and kaboodle
The truth is brutal, your grandma's kugel
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin', wildin', wondering who I am
With those lies you're telling you're like Toucan Sam
My style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you
Wow, what a loser!

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Writer: MICHAEL DIAMOND, ADAM YAUCH, ANTONIO HARDY, ADAM HOROVITZ, MARLON WILLIAMS, N. WILSON, DUVAL CLEAR, S. MOTLKE
Copyright: Lyrics © CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Oh Word?

Yo what the schnitzel we're back 

Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact 

I don't care what you heard or care what you seen 

I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine 

Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary 

I go with the flow though the tempo varies 

So twist the cap and pop the cork 

My name's Adrock made in New York 
Oh word? 
What the ponytail, I don't eat snail 

I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 

'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls 

And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls 

And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block 

And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock 

So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking 

The name's MCS made in downtown Brooklyn 
Oh word? 
Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth 

I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief 

I may be paranoid you tried to fade me 

Here's a song for you "Lady" 

Make you bug out like you don't know what to do 

Your momma says "shame on you" 

When you're dancing with your crew 

So get that poor chicken up off your fork 

My name's Mike D made in New York 
Oh word? 
Yo what the talafel you gotta get up awful 

Early to fool Mr. Furley 

And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could 

Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley 

Listen up biters go please stop 

While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop 

Believe what you heard when you talk 

My name is Adrock made in New York 
Oh word? 

What the phone booth word to hair moose 

You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth 

Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out 

The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth 

Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees 

I'll have dog pemmican with my tea 

Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' 

The names MCS made in Downtown Brooklyn 
Oh word? 
Yo, what the doofus, say good night 

You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right 

Times are off the hinges leave your 2 way at the door 

We're all up the creek a long way from shore 

Not walking around looking to get you cake 

The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes 

This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke 

The name's Mike D made in New York 
Oh word?

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Yo what the schnitzel we're back 

Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact 

I don't care what you heard or care what you seen 

I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine 

Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary 

I go with the flow though the tempo varies 

So twist the cap and pop the cork 

My name's Adrock made in New York 
Oh word? 
What the ponytail, I don't eat snail 

I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 

'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls 

And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls 

And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block 

And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock 

So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking 

The name's MCS made in downtown Brooklyn 
Oh word? 
Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth 

I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief 

I may be paranoid you tried to fade me 

Here's a song for you "Lady" 

Make you bug out like you don't know what to do 

Your momma says "shame on you" 

When you're dancing with your crew 

So get that poor chicken up off your fork 

My name's Mike D made in New York 
Oh word? 
Yo what the talafel you gotta get up awful 

Early to fool Mr. Furley 

And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could 

Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley 

Listen up biters go please stop 

While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop 

Believe what you heard when you talk 

My name is Adrock made in New York 
Oh word? 

What the phone booth word to hair moose 

You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth 

Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out 

The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth 

Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees 

I'll have dog pemmican with my tea 

Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' 

The names MCS made in Downtown Brooklyn 
Oh word? 
Yo, what the doofus, say good night 

You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right 

Times are off the hinges leave your 2 way at the door 

We're all up the creek a long way from shore 

Not walking around looking to get you cake 

The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes 

This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke 

The name's Mike D made in New York 
Oh word?

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Thats It Thats All

Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight 

You want peace for the people then ya say alright 

'Cause George W's got nothing on me 

We got to take the power from he 

When I'm on the mic I feel good to go 

Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa 

So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know 

And my zodiac sign is Scorpio 

Look what the cat dragged in 

The creme de la creme without the skin 

So take a rest and mind your own biz 
And that's it that's all that's all there is 
Fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 

That's fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 
One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan 

Let's go to work, get those hands clappin' 

Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate 

Don't underrate how I operate 

It ain't what you say, it's what you mean 

Intention leads to action, that is my theme 

So pay attention now as I begin to recap 

Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back 
Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz 

I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 

'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz 
And that's it that's all that's all there is 
Fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 

That's fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 
Brand new 
The time and place for the mind is here and now 

Keep the mind present less to worry about 

But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head 

Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead 

Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh 

T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo 

Like George Whipple on New York One 

Got a hairy ass and that's no fun 

I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone 

And on the microphone you know that I'm at home 

It's time we looked past all our differences 

An' that's it that's all that's all there is 

Come on 
Fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 

That's fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 
An' that's 

Fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 

That's fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you

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Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight 

You want peace for the people then ya say alright 

'Cause George W's got nothing on me 

We got to take the power from he 

When I'm on the mic I feel good to go 

Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa 

So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know 

And my zodiac sign is Scorpio 

Look what the cat dragged in 

The creme de la creme without the skin 

So take a rest and mind your own biz 
And that's it that's all that's all there is 
Fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 

That's fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 
One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan 

Let's go to work, get those hands clappin' 

Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate 

Don't underrate how I operate 

It ain't what you say, it's what you mean 

Intention leads to action, that is my theme 

So pay attention now as I begin to recap 

Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back 
Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz 

I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 

'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz 
And that's it that's all that's all there is 
Fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 

That's fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 
Brand new 
The time and place for the mind is here and now 

Keep the mind present less to worry about 

But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head 

Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead 

Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh 

T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo 

Like George Whipple on New York One 

Got a hairy ass and that's no fun 

I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone 

And on the microphone you know that I'm at home 

It's time we looked past all our differences 

An' that's it that's all that's all there is 

Come on 
Fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 

That's fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 
An' that's 

Fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you 

That's fresh... fresh... fresh... for you... for you... for you

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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All Lifestyles

Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen 

Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend 

Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre 

Nice up the sound for the A to D 

I'm a Wonderama snake can winner 

Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner 

I'm the one that one that dance contest 

'Cause you know I dance the best 

All you gotta do is do your thing you see 

'Cause I don't give a f*ck who you're supposed to be 

My name is Adrock and I aim to please 

And I gotta spread love in society 
We gotta keep the party going on 

All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form 
What you saw what you heard 

I get involved I might disturb 

And if you want what's going down 

You might just get that silky sound 

So what'cha want? So what'cha need? 

I've got the fonts you want to read 

Get in the game you gotta scheme 

All the same I've got the team 

More new wave not OG 

Walking down the block you say "Yo D! 

When you coming out with the new CD 

That spreads love in society?" 
We gotta keep the party going on 

All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form 
Goto goto goto goto 

Don't mess with crack or the baking soda 

Whether in the high rise where you live like Roda 

Or in the shack and you live like Yoda 

Once again it's on like a brand new morn 

Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm 

All you spazzes and you freaks 

Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique 

If it don't hurt nobody else than 

Don't be afraid to be yourself and 

Special dedication and so on 

to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms 

We gotta keep the party going on 

All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form

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Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen 

Sweeten up the sound let me get the right blend 

Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre 

Nice up the sound for the A to D 

I'm a Wonderama snake can winner 

Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner 

I'm the one that one that dance contest 

'Cause you know I dance the best 

All you gotta do is do your thing you see 

'Cause I don't give a f*ck who you're supposed to be 

My name is Adrock and I aim to please 

And I gotta spread love in society 
We gotta keep the party going on 

All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form 
What you saw what you heard 

I get involved I might disturb 

And if you want what's going down 

You might just get that silky sound 

So what'cha want? So what'cha need? 

I've got the fonts you want to read 

Get in the game you gotta scheme 

All the same I've got the team 

More new wave not OG 

Walking down the block you say "Yo D! 

When you coming out with the new CD 

That spreads love in society?" 
We gotta keep the party going on 

All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form 
Goto goto goto goto 

Don't mess with crack or the baking soda 

Whether in the high rise where you live like Roda 

Or in the shack and you live like Yoda 

Once again it's on like a brand new morn 

Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to keep you all warm 

All you spazzes and you freaks 

Go and do your thing 'cause you're unique 

If it don't hurt nobody else than 

Don't be afraid to be yourself and 

Special dedication and so on 

to all lifestyles, sizes, shapes and forms 

We gotta keep the party going on 

All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Shazam!

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! 
I sneak a chicken tikka 

Marsala at a gala event 

I represent that's stupid that's for sure 

You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature" 

I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye 

All this cheese is gonna make me cry 

Gorgonzola, Provolone 

Don't even get me started on this microphone 

Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka 

I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper 

On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy 

Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" 

] 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! 
On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis 

Got the edge and I've got the advantage 

If you could see things from my vantage 

Point then you could better understand this 

I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night 

I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight 

When it comes to panache I can't be beat 

I got the most style from below 14th street 

Internationally known as the Keebler Elf 

Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf 

I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti 

Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie 
Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! 
I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps 

Posing like you're rolling with that camp 

In layman's terms let me break it down 

You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder 

I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back 

So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac 

I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner 

Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton 

Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama 

Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama? 

Goodness gracious golly gee 

Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie! 
Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! 
Freak out with the genie...

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Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! 
I sneak a chicken tikka 

Marsala at a gala event 

I represent that's stupid that's for sure 

You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature" 

I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye 

All this cheese is gonna make me cry 

Gorgonzola, Provolone 

Don't even get me started on this microphone 

Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka 

I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper 

On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy 

Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" 

] 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! 
On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis 

Got the edge and I've got the advantage 

If you could see things from my vantage 

Point then you could better understand this 

I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all night 

I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight 

When it comes to panache I can't be beat 

I got the most style from below 14th street 

Internationally known as the Keebler Elf 

Can't keep a catalog up on the shelf 

I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti 

Putting MC's out of business like they're Crazy Eddie 
Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! 
I know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps 

Posing like you're rolling with that camp 

In layman's terms let me break it down 

You're flipping and flopping just like a flounder 

I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back 

So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac 

I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner 

Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton 

Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing on drama 

Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama? 

Goodness gracious golly gee 

Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie! 
Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Everybody get down huh 

Huh huh huh huh, Shazam! 
Freak out with the genie...

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Writer: ROBERT BELL, RONALD NATHAN BELL, GEORGE MELVIN BROWN, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND, ADAM KEEFE HOROVITZ, CLAYDES SMITH, DENNIS RONALD THOMAS, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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An Open Letter To NYC

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York you make it happen

Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers

Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders

We come together on the subway cars

Diversity unified, whoever you are

We're doing fine on the One and Nine line

On the L we're doin' swell

On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss

You know we're thorough in the boroughs 'cause that's a must

I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks

Running home after school to play PIX

At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street

And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet

Dear New York I hope you're doing well

I know a lot's happened and you've been through hell

So, we give thanks for providing a home

Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York you make it happen

The L.I.E. the B.Q.E

Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D.

Get my BVDs from VIM

You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can

Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out

Sneakin' in at four am after going out

You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross

But everybody started looting when the light went off

From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge

From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge

From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side

From ten-ten WINS to Live At Five

Dear New York, this is a love letter

To you and how you brought us together

We can't say enough about all you do

'Cause in the city we're ourselves and electric too

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York you make it happen

Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from

Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem

To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met

Before they moved on down to the Upper West

I see you're still strong after all that's gone on

Lifelong, we dedicate this song

Just a little something to show some respect

To the city that blends and mends and tests

Since 9-11 we're still livin'

And lovin' life we've been given

Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us

We lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust

Dear New York I know a lot has changed

Two towers down but you're still in the game

Home to the many, rejecting no-one

Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York you make it happen

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York, we make it happen

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Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York you make it happen

Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers

Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders

We come together on the subway cars

Diversity unified, whoever you are

We're doing fine on the One and Nine line

On the L we're doin' swell

On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss

You know we're thorough in the boroughs 'cause that's a must

I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks

Running home after school to play PIX

At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street

And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet

Dear New York I hope you're doing well

I know a lot's happened and you've been through hell

So, we give thanks for providing a home

Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York you make it happen

The L.I.E. the B.Q.E

Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D.

Get my BVDs from VIM

You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can

Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's, got thrown out

Sneakin' in at four am after going out

You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross

But everybody started looting when the light went off

From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge

From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge

From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side

From ten-ten WINS to Live At Five

Dear New York, this is a love letter

To you and how you brought us together

We can't say enough about all you do

'Cause in the city we're ourselves and electric too

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York you make it happen

Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from

Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem

To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met

Before they moved on down to the Upper West

I see you're still strong after all that's gone on

Lifelong, we dedicate this song

Just a little something to show some respect

To the city that blends and mends and tests

Since 9-11 we're still livin'

And lovin' life we've been given

Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us

We lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust

Dear New York I know a lot has changed

Two towers down but you're still in the game

Home to the many, rejecting no-one

Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York you make it happen

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten

From the Battery to the top of Manhattan

Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin

Black, White, New York, we make it happen

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Writer: EUGENE O'CONNER, DAVID LYNN THOMAS, MICHAEL DIAMOND, ADAM YAUCH, ADAM HOROWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Crawlspace

There's a party going on in here for real 

I got more product than Ron Popeil 

So deal with that troop were troopers 

The only air time you get is on bloopers 

Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space 

So renovate or evacuate 

You better think twice before you start flossing 

I been in your bathroom often 

Taking punk MC's out I'm all about 

My to do list today is turn the party out 

Getting hot in here no room to breath 

I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep 

No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock 

I go by the name of the King Adrock 

So here's a match my ass and your face 

Listen when I tell you dog; 

I'm in your crawl space 
You're in front of my house and you know that's wack 

Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack 

You suckers try to front like you've got the force 

But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course 

Don't even get me started on intercourse... 

A 14! 9 

Don't step into my zone or even periphery 

Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery 

The way you act a fool son you can't erase 

I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase 

You tried to take my title now put it back in place 

But now you're busted wearing panties and lace 

Steeling my style from my trophy case 

But my drive's secure like an army base 

You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase 

But you ain't never gonna catch me; 

I'm in your crawl space 
Schematics, blueprints and microfilm 

Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 

'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier 

And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area 

Omnipresent and omnipotent 

My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents 

This means huge compared to very small 

You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall? 

'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof 

They're like anvils lined up on a roof 

Waiting to drop on your corny melon 

'Cause were not buying what you're selling 

First you want to battle then you start to whine 

You're looking hungry, it must be snack time 

So run home where you feel safe 

But don't sleep Cochise; 

I'm in your crawl space

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There's a party going on in here for real 

I got more product than Ron Popeil 

So deal with that troop were troopers 

The only air time you get is on bloopers 

Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space 

So renovate or evacuate 

You better think twice before you start flossing 

I been in your bathroom often 

Taking punk MC's out I'm all about 

My to do list today is turn the party out 

Getting hot in here no room to breath 

I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep 

No I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock 

I go by the name of the King Adrock 

So here's a match my ass and your face 

Listen when I tell you dog; 

I'm in your crawl space 
You're in front of my house and you know that's wack 

Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack 

You suckers try to front like you've got the force 

But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course 

Don't even get me started on intercourse... 

A 14! 9 

Don't step into my zone or even periphery 

Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery 

The way you act a fool son you can't erase 

I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase 

You tried to take my title now put it back in place 

But now you're busted wearing panties and lace 

Steeling my style from my trophy case 

But my drive's secure like an army base 

You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase 

But you ain't never gonna catch me; 

I'm in your crawl space 
Schematics, blueprints and microfilm 

Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 

'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier 

And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area 

Omnipresent and omnipotent 

My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents 

This means huge compared to very small 

You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall? 

'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof 

They're like anvils lined up on a roof 

Waiting to drop on your corny melon 

'Cause were not buying what you're selling 

First you want to battle then you start to whine 

You're looking hungry, it must be snack time 

So run home where you feel safe 

But don't sleep Cochise; 

I'm in your crawl space

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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The Brouhaha

What the blood clot, I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop?
What you talking bout Willis, who's the illest?
You know my name is Adam, stop calling me Phyllis
You hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor?
It's just me naked on the cover of Glamor
A phenomenon, pandemonium
The club is blowing up like plutonium
What's all the fanfare, what's the to-do?
We're known to bring the hullabaloo
On stage or at the spa, guaranteed we bring the brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha ('cause it's a brouhaha)

There's a commotion that's going down
I talk more trash than Drown the Clown
'Cause I'm like that freak from Cirque du Soleil
With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Get up on the mic and I'ma even the score
One, two, three, three, t-two, one
Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun
We be makin' mountains out of Cool Whip
Pass me the mint for the julep
Tell me everybody, where is the love?
Hey, no-no-no-no-no-no, ha ha ha
'Cause it's a brouhaha ('cause it's a brouhaha)

Communicator check, one-two-one-two
This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu
Set your forehead to warp factor one
Check your tri-corder, set your phaser to stun
Oh mais oui, you can catch me at Jon Vie with a pastry
You say, si c'est bon, oh n'est-ce pas?
Qu'est-ce-que le brouhahaha, ha ha ha ha!
Just got back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin'
Going roar, roar with the dungeon dragon
You can dance if you want to, leave your friends behind
But if they don't dance and they won't dance they can kiss my oh-oh, ah-ah
'Cause it's a brouhaha ('cause it's a brouhaha)

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What the blood clot, I rap a lot
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop?
What you talking bout Willis, who's the illest?
You know my name is Adam, stop calling me Phyllis
You hear some fuss, you're like what's the clamor?
It's just me naked on the cover of Glamor
A phenomenon, pandemonium
The club is blowing up like plutonium
What's all the fanfare, what's the to-do?
We're known to bring the hullabaloo
On stage or at the spa, guaranteed we bring the brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha ('cause it's a brouhaha)

There's a commotion that's going down
I talk more trash than Drown the Clown
'Cause I'm like that freak from Cirque du Soleil
With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Get up on the mic and I'ma even the score
One, two, three, three, t-two, one
Don't carry a knife and I don't carry a gun
We be makin' mountains out of Cool Whip
Pass me the mint for the julep
Tell me everybody, where is the love?
Hey, no-no-no-no-no-no, ha ha ha
'Cause it's a brouhaha ('cause it's a brouhaha)

Communicator check, one-two-one-two
This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu
Set your forehead to warp factor one
Check your tri-corder, set your phaser to stun
Oh mais oui, you can catch me at Jon Vie with a pastry
You say, si c'est bon, oh n'est-ce pas?
Qu'est-ce-que le brouhahaha, ha ha ha ha!
Just got back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin'
Going roar, roar with the dungeon dragon
You can dance if you want to, leave your friends behind
But if they don't dance and they won't dance they can kiss my oh-oh, ah-ah
'Cause it's a brouhaha ('cause it's a brouhaha)

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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We Got The

Who got the chance to make things right? 

Why the politicians always want to fight? 

The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh! 

Let me tell you what you can do 

Step outside the cone of silence 

Too much hatred and violence 

It's time to rewind 

We need a military decline 

Got the power of the mind focused 

Government like a locust 

Are we gone or just going? 

Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all 
Who got the power to make a difference? 

Who got the power to make a change? 

Who got the power to make a difference? 

We got the 

We got the 

We got the 
Eyes on the prize and never wane 

Take the bull by the reins 

If you want it be the change 

Like Ghandi and MLK 

Wait up, got to change the system 

Need knowledge, power and wisdom 

Same way I rock this microphone 

Speak up, just let it be known 

Hey ladies, fellas 

And everyone between 

Take the power back, let them react 

And let's show them what we mean; Check it out 
Who got the power to make a difference? 

Who got the power to make a change? 

Who got the power to make a difference? 

We got the 

We got the 

We got the 
We can work, walk, march and protest 

Think about how we approach this 

Ask questions but they keep frontin' 

Due time we change a little something 

Hey yo don't you know 

Won't forget Amaduous Diallo 

To the crooked people and the crooked cops 

Got to spread love before the world goes pop 

Never again should we use the A-bomb 

We need an international ban on 

all W.O.M.D.'s gone 

We need a multilateral disarm 
Who got the power to make a difference? 

Who got the power to make a change? 

Who got the power to make a difference? 

We got the 

We got the 

We got the

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Who got the chance to make things right? 

Why the politicians always want to fight? 

The Christian coalition and the right wing ooooh! 

Let me tell you what you can do 

Step outside the cone of silence 

Too much hatred and violence 

It's time to rewind 

We need a military decline 

Got the power of the mind focused 

Government like a locust 

Are we gone or just going? 

Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all 
Who got the power to make a difference? 

Who got the power to make a change? 

Who got the power to make a difference? 

We got the 

We got the 

We got the 
Eyes on the prize and never wane 

Take the bull by the reins 

If you want it be the change 

Like Ghandi and MLK 

Wait up, got to change the system 

Need knowledge, power and wisdom 

Same way I rock this microphone 

Speak up, just let it be known 

Hey ladies, fellas 

And everyone between 

Take the power back, let them react 

And let's show them what we mean; Check it out 
Who got the power to make a difference? 

Who got the power to make a change? 

Who got the power to make a difference? 

We got the 

We got the 

We got the 
We can work, walk, march and protest 

Think about how we approach this 

Ask questions but they keep frontin' 

Due time we change a little something 

Hey yo don't you know 

Won't forget Amaduous Diallo 

To the crooked people and the crooked cops 

Got to spread love before the world goes pop 

Never again should we use the A-bomb 

We need an international ban on 

all W.O.M.D.'s gone 

We need a multilateral disarm 
Who got the power to make a difference? 

Who got the power to make a change? 

Who got the power to make a difference? 

We got the 

We got the 

We got the

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Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Now Get Busy

Whether in a penthouse or a cave dweller
I can tell you 'bout now I'm not a fortune teller
Grab a treat from Yosi my muffin seller
Got mad technique like Rudy Van Gelder
And yes I got a plan I'm a carry out it
Yes I'm pro-choice I'm a scream and shout it

Yes I love life and I try not to doubt it
Yes I'm gonna party 'cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it
When it rains I don't use an umbrella
When I write rhymes, I use indelible ink
That will make you think
Flowing like water that you love to drink

Now get busy

Sweet like a [Incomprehensible] with Nutella
Creamy like buffalo mozzarella
Sneaking around you know I smell ya
Well I play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya
Well I could give a fuzz if ya think you're a baller
I gets 'em [Incomprehensible] well you fall smaller

Middle school rapper and a proud yes y'aller
If ya think about your grandma go ahead call her
From the East Coast so I don't say hella
At the mic stand my performance is stellar
Pop the tape in and I listen to fella
I give a little shout to Nelson Mandela

Now get busy

Known for the words that make you scream and holler
I'm Count Dooku to your Queen Amidala
Give a shout to Spiro or John Waller
I'm a student of the game and a bona fide scholar
So ease up on the bong to ease that coughin'
Butter's on the table now watch it soften

Bring in those beats and I'm a bring them often
I'm a keep rappin' when I'm in my coffin
Like a mind gone mad that is unwinding
In a padded room the walls you're climbing
Don't sign on the line if it looks binding
Ya have to get loose and find the lining

Now get busy
Now get busy

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English

Whether in a penthouse or a cave dweller
I can tell you 'bout now I'm not a fortune teller
Grab a treat from Yosi my muffin seller
Got mad technique like Rudy Van Gelder
And yes I got a plan I'm a carry out it
Yes I'm pro-choice I'm a scream and shout it

Yes I love life and I try not to doubt it
Yes I'm gonna party 'cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it
When it rains I don't use an umbrella
When I write rhymes, I use indelible ink
That will make you think
Flowing like water that you love to drink

Now get busy

Sweet like a [Incomprehensible] with Nutella
Creamy like buffalo mozzarella
Sneaking around you know I smell ya
Well I play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya
Well I could give a fuzz if ya think you're a baller
I gets 'em [Incomprehensible] well you fall smaller

Middle school rapper and a proud yes y'aller
If ya think about your grandma go ahead call her
From the East Coast so I don't say hella
At the mic stand my performance is stellar
Pop the tape in and I listen to fella
I give a little shout to Nelson Mandela

Now get busy

Known for the words that make you scream and holler
I'm Count Dooku to your Queen Amidala
Give a shout to Spiro or John Waller
I'm a student of the game and a bona fide scholar
So ease up on the bong to ease that coughin'
Butter's on the table now watch it soften

Bring in those beats and I'm a bring them often
I'm a keep rappin' when I'm in my coffin
Like a mind gone mad that is unwinding
In a padded room the walls you're climbing
Don't sign on the line if it looks binding
Ya have to get loose and find the lining

Now get busy
Now get busy

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Writer: MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND, ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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To the 5 Boroughs Info:

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To the 5 Boroughs is the sixth studio album by the American hip-hop group Beastie Boys. The album was released on June 14, 2004 internationally, and a day later in the United States. The album debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, becoming the group's third consecutive album to do so, with 360,000 copies sold in its first week and is certified Platinum by the RIAA for sales of over 1,000,000 in the U.S. It was the group's first major release after the September 11 attacks on New York City and reflects on the after-effects.[3

Performed by: Beastie Boys
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 44:37
Released: June 15th, 2004
Year: 2004

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