THE NEW STYLE

YEAR:1986   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:The New Style (s), Licensed To Ill

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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

SHE'S CRAFTY

YEAR:1986   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Girls (s), Licensed To Ill, No Sleep Till Brooklyn (s)

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Well this girl came up to me she says she's new in town
But the crew been said they seen her around
I thought they were right but I didn't wanna' know
The girlie was Def and she wanted to go
I think her name is Lucy but they all call her Loose
I think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce
The next think she said, My place or yours?
Let's kick some bass behind closed doors!
We got into the cab the cab driver said
He recognized my girlie from the back of her head
He said a little something about tip to base
So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place
I shouldn't have looked back man I'll always regret it
Something's going on and I'll probably never get it
She was crying like a baby stupid dumb
It's just too bad that girl's a bum

She's crafty she gets around
She's crafty she's always down
She's crafty she's got a gripe
She's crafty and she's just my type
She's crafty

I spent my last dollar to by a Sabrett
When I seen this girl I could never forget
Now I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile
And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a while
The girl came up to me she said she loved the show
I asked her to come home and she couldn't say No
We got to the crib and there was Adam and D.
We didn't say a word they just stared at me
I said, I don't know her I just met her tonight
And Adrock started hiding everything in sight
D. pulled me over said hide your gold,
The girl is crafty like ice is cold
The girl is crafty she knows all the moves
I started playing records she knew all the grooves
He thought she was a thief and D. was right
But I just figured she'd spend the night
When I woke up late in the afternoon
She had taken all the things from inside his room
I found myself sleeping in the middle of the floor
She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers
The mirror the TV the new guitar cord
My remote control and my old skateboard
She robbed us blind she took all we owned
And the boys blamed me for bringing her home

She's crafty she gets around
She's crafty she's always down
She's crafty she's got a gripe
She's crafty and she's just my type
She's crafty

Agh yeah..

She's crafty she gets around
She's crafty she's always down
She's crafty she's got a gripe
She's crafty and she's just my type
She's crafty she gets around
She's crafty man she's always down
She's crafty she's got a gripe
She's crafty and she's just my type
She's crafty

POSSE IN EFFECT

YEAR:1986   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Brass Monkey (s), Licensed To Ill, No Sleep Till Brooklyn (s)

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Yes yes y'all y'all and you don't stop stop
Keep it on on and shockin' the place yo yauch
Well I'm MCA I got nothin' to prove
Pay attention my intention is to bust a move what
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes what up
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
Well I'm Mike D. I got the deuces wild yea that's right
A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed
I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis
I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Moose
Well I'm schoolin' in the boys' room coolin' by the locker well
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker agh yea
Punk in the hall man I should of ought to hit him
Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em
Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
While you were at a party your girlfriend fessed
I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious
Fly around the world but it makes me nauseous
Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week ah D. keep it on
I got to the party and I did the freak
I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan killer a rhyme driller
A mic in my hand (bust it) and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat not a visor I drink Budweiser
The turntables up on the drum riser
The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter
I know that I'm fly man there's no need to flatter
I travel around the globe it's keeping girlies dizzy
My name's Mike D. now watch me get busy y'all

"g-g-get busy y'all"
"g-g-get busy y'all"

You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted
Rusted rusted rusted rust..
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
Mustard mustard mustard
You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted
Busted busted busted
Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted
Disgusted disgusted
I'm from downtown from the city of Manhattan
I got a lot of girlies and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
Dusted dusted dusted
Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
Flushed it flushed it flushed it
Word.