Beastie Boys Lyrics     More than a decade after their genre-blending Licensed to Ill (which added rock guitar riffs and frat-boy humor to hip-hop), the trio still delivers their lyrics in a Run-D.M.C. pass-the-mic style. Their backing tracks, however, have progressed through the sample-a-rama of Paul's Boutique to the mostly organic Check Your Head and Ill Communication, and onto the turntablist-incorporating Hello Nasty. As the boys who helped usher rap into the mainstream, they've proved to be responsible stewards, pushing the envelope of the genre's sound, evolving lyrically, pushing political agendas and reigning at the top of the charts without selling out to pop conventions. Always ahead of the curve, the Beastie Boys were among the first "big name" acts to embrace MP3 technology as a way of promoting their music -- much to the chagrin of their handlers at Capitol Records. Download Beastie Boys MP3s here Buy rare Beastie Boys vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: Body Movin' Ch-check It Out Check Your Head Hello Nasty I'll Communication    Intergalactic Licensed To Ill Paul's Boutique Root Down    She's On It The In Sound From Way Out To The 5 Boroughs Triple Trouble

Beastie Boys Song Lyric: Professor Booty Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump And then you want to know Why it's cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin' I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feelin' that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked! You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle. So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn't finish 'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'Cause you're wack son Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your shit'll be stinking When I go for mine And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all You can't say shit Because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all over the long haul You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all Get This Ringtone No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn No Sleep ’til Brooklyn One Chance Pass The Mic Paul Revere Picture This Posse In Effect Professor Booty Putting Shame in Your Game Putting Shame Into Your Game Remote Control Rhymin' And Stealin' Rhymin’ & Stealin’ Root Down Sabotage Shadrach Shake Your Rump She's Crafty She's On It She’s Crafty Skills To Pay The Bills Sloop John B Slow & Low Slow And Low Slow Ride So Whatcha Want So What’cha Want Something's Got To Give Something’s Got to Give Song For The Man Beastie Boys lyrics page: 1 2 3

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