| SHE'S
ON IT |
| YEAR:1985
MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys |
| RELEASES:She's
On It (s), Fight For Your Right (s), Sounds of Science |
| -- |
There's no confusion in her conclusion
She wants to waste my time and
that's no delusion
Her final decision is perfection
and precision
She's grade A class number one in her
division
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
She acts like a nag I don't know
how it started
Even when I'm chillin' she acts retarded
It's gets annoying so high on the
tip
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt she'd
be hard on his ship
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
Cold chillin' in the spot and she won't
stop
She'll do what's best just to reach
the top
She studies real hard all night
she'll cram
In school she majors in advanced Def
Jam
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cuase she's on it
She's cold in the winter and
cool like ice
Sometimes she gets loose sometimes
she gets nice
Hear heart starts beatin' her hands
get clammy
'Cause she used to be stucked up now
she's on my jammy
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
Her bedroom eyes they start to twitch
But she won't front 'cause she's got
that itch
She'd drop to her knees if I'd only
say please
Instead of counting sheep cold
counting Beasties
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
| SHE'S
ON IT - VIDEO MIX |
| YEAR:1985
MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys |
| RELEASES:Hip-Hop
Sampler (pr) |
| -- |
There's no confusion in her conclusion
She wants to waste my time and
that's no delusion
Her final decision is perfection
and precision
She's grade A class number one in her
division
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
She acts like a nag I don't know
how it started
Even when I'm chillin' she acts retarded
It's gets annoying so high on the
tip
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt she'd
be hard on his ship
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
Cold chillin' in the spot and she won't
stop
She'll do what's best just to reach
the top
She studies real hard all night
she'll cram
In school she majors in advanced Def
Jam
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cuase she's on it
She's cold in the winter and
cool like ice
Sometimes she gets loose sometimes
she gets nice
Hear heart starts beatin' her hands
get clammy
'Cause she used to be stucked up now
she's on my jammy
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
Her bedroom eyes they start to twitch
But she won't front 'cause she's got
that itch
She'd drop to her knees if I'd only
say please
Instead of counting sheep cold
counting Beasties
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
| SHE'S
ON IT - EXTENDED MIX |
| YEAR:1985
MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys |
| RELEASES:She's
On It (s), Fight For Your Right (s) |
| -- |
There's no confusion in her conclusion
She wants to waste my time and
that's no delusion
Her final decision is perfection
and precision
She's grade A class number one in her
division
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
She acts like a nag I don't know
how it started
Even when I'm chillin' she acts retarded
It's gets annoying so high on the
tip
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt she'd
be hard on his ship
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
Cold chillin' in the spot and she won't
stop
She'll do what's best just to reach
the top
She studies real hard all night
she'll cram
In school she majors in advanced Def
Jam
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
'Cuase she's on it
She's cold in the winter and
cool like ice
Sometimes she gets loose sometimes
she gets nice
Hear heart starts beatin' her hands
get clammy
'Cause she used to be stucked up now
she's on my jammy
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
Her bedroom eyes they start to twitch
But she won't front 'cause she's got
that itch
She'd drop to her knees if I'd only
say please
Instead of counting sheep cold
counting Beasties
'Cause she's on it
'Cause she's on it
And she's on it
| THE
NEW STYLE - INSTRUMENTAL |
| YEAR:1986
MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys |
| RELEASES:Brass
Monkey (s), The New Style (s) |
| -- |
"There it is"
"There it is"
| PAUL
REVERE - INSTRUMENTAL |
| YEAR:1986
MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys |
| RELEASES:Brass
Monkey (s), The New Style (s) |
| -- |
(instrumental)
| HOLD
IT NOW HIT IT - ACAPULCO |
| YEAR:1986
MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys |
| RELEASES:Hold
It Now Hit It (s), The New Style (s), No Sleep Till Brooklyn (s) |
| -- |
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
Agh yea, yo Yauch, Yauch why don't you hook up that def jam
right about now
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time it's
time
to buy
ale
Peter eater parking meter all of the time
If I run out of ale it's
Thunderbird
wine
Miller drinking chicken eating he dresses so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Dip Down
with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle
I Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White
Castle
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
"It's my drum it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme"
MC Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.
I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony OE and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well I'm the King Adrock and he's MCA
Well I'm cruising I'm bruising
I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car I'm going far and
dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping you got that juice
My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
Yo that was real def man, try that again man
I like that def stuff boy
Hip-hop and body rockin' doing the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps
I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating money hungry jerk
Everyday I drink OE and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knuckle-head you're we behind the ears
You like men and
we like
beer
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
Bust that choco-lotto.
What huh yo man pass that over here alright..
King of the Ave. with the Def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
King cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton Ted Knight and
Mr E-D
Pump it up homeboy just don't stop
Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the
pot
I take no slack cause I got the knack
I'm never dusting out cause I tossed that crack
The King Adrock that is my name
You all drinking Moet and we got the champagne
A quarter dropping going shopping buying wigs
Surgeon
general
cut professor
DJ Thigs
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Hit it"
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
| HOLD
IT NOW HIT IT - INSTRUMENTAL |
| YEAR:1986
MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys |
| RELEASES:Hold
It Now Hit It (s) |
| -- |
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
"It's my drum it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme"
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Hit it"
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
| THE
NEW STYLE - EXTENDED VERSION |
| YEAR:1986
MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys |
| RELEASES:The
New Style (s) |
| -- |
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new style
Four and three and two and one what
up
And when I'm on the mic the suckers run word
Down with Adrock and Mike D and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick
B-E-A-S-T-I-E what up Mike D.
Ah
yeah
that's me
I got franks and pork and beans
Always bust the new routines
I get it I got it I know it's good
The rhymes I write you wish you would
I'm never in training - my voice is not straining
People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during classes
Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from Secausus I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'
"There
it is"
Kick it
Father to many married to none
And in case you're unaware I carry a gun word
Stepped into the party the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
Man I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlies I like are underage check it
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
My father he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green what
up
I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been
"There it is"
Kick it
You wanna know why because I'm..
October 31st - that is my date of birth
I got to the party you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm chilly most
We ragtag girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when (when he's)
I'm way out west check it
K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
All the fly ladies they are on my jammy
Went to the prom wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
I Met a girl at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
check it
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly (what did he do) and
I watched Colombo
Let me clear my throat
Kick it over here baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies.. feel the beat..
Mmm..drop
Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer's day
Just me and my posse and MCA
A lot of beer a lot of girls and
a lot of cursin'
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble some voices
got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger and
like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple
to the peach to the plum
I'm the king of the Ave. and I'm
the king of the block
Well I'm MCA and I'm the King
Adrock
Well I'm Mike D I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
Ho ho hoe ho hoe..
Hoe ho ho hoe ho hoe..
Brooklyn hoe ho hoe