SLOW RIDE
YEAR:1986   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin/Keene, Tony & Danny   LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Licensed To Ill
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They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop
Because being bad news is what we're all about
We went to White Castle and we got thrown out
I got my boy Mike D. I got the King Adrock
I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock
I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud
So I reached in the Miller cooler grabbed a cool Bud

Slow riding gun hidin' on the go
I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow
I'm the king of the classroom coolin' in the back
My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack
She chased me out of class 0 she was strapped with a ruler
Went to the bathroom rolled myself a wooler
With bottle in hand at the microphone stand
Ay yo homeboy what you drinkin' man

I got money I got juice
I got to the party and I got loose
I got rhythms I got rhymes
I got the girlies with the Def behinds
I got ill I got busted
I got dust and I got dusted
I got gold I got funky
I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey

Because I'm hard hittin' always biten cool as hell
I got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell
Sittin' around the house gettin' high and watchin' tube
I'm eating Colonel's chicken drinkin' Heineken brew
And I'm a gangster I'm a prankster I'm the king of the Ave.
And I'm hated confrontated for the juice that I have
All the fine ladies are making a fuss
But I can't pay attention 'cause I'm on that dust


GIRLS
YEAR:1986   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin   LYRICS:Adam Horovitz
RELEASES:Girls (s), Licensed To Ill
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Girls
All I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
Cause in the evening it's girls

I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile

Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece MCA
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, Please, he said, You may
Her pants were tight and that's okay
If she would dance I would DJ
We took a walk down to the bay

I hope she'll say
Hey me and you should hit the hay
I asked her out she said No way
I should have probably guessed her gay
So I broke North with no delay
I heard she moved real far away
That was two years ago this May
I seen her just the other day

Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay

Girls to do the dishes
Girls to clean up my room
Girls to do the laundry
Girls and in the bathroom

Girls
that's all I really want is girls
Two at a time I want girls
With new wave hairdos I want girls
I ought to whip out my girls
Girls girls girls girls
Girls girls girls girls girls girls
Girls (girrrrrrrrrrrl) girls girls girls
Girls

Yeah..


FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT
YEAR:1986   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin   LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Fight For Your Right (s), The Sounds of Science
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Kick it

You wake up late for school man you don't wanna' go
You ask your mom please but she still says No
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta' fight for your right to party

Your pop caught you smoking and he said, No way
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag
Bust it..

You gotta' fight for your right to party
You gotta' fight

Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said What's that noise
Aw, mom you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys

You gotta' fight for your right to party
You gotta' fight for your right to party
Party..
Party..


NO SLEEP TILL BROOKLYN
YEAR:1986   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin   LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Fight For Your Right (s), Licensed To Ill, No Sleep Till Brooklyn (s),The Sounds of Science
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No sleep till - Brooklyn

Foot on the pedal never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job it's a damn good time
City to city I'm running my rhymes
On location touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast watching all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kickin' it live

No sleep till..

Another place another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl another fight
Another drive all night

Our manager's crazy he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus
Tour around the world you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel girls on the jock
We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style
Gettin'paid along the way cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor Adrock's out the door
MCA's in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back
white boys' got more rhymes

No sleep till..
No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn
No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started this band
So MCA get on the mic my man
Born and bred Brooklyn the USA
They call me Adam Yauch but I'm MCA
Like a lemon to a lime a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Got limos arena the TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off homes get out of my way
Taxing little girlies form here to LA
Waking up before I get to sleep
Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week

No sleep till..
No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn
No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (yeah)

No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)


PAUL REVERE
YEAR:1986   MUSIC:Adam Horovitz/Rick Rubin/Joe Simmons/Darry McDaniels   LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:The New Style (s), Licensed To Ill, Fight For Your Right (s), Hip-Hop Sampler (pr)
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Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me Mike D.
Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy
His name is MCA I said Howdy he said Hi

He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry he asked me for a sip
He said, Can I get some
I said, You can't get none
Had a chance to run
He pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said

Now my name is MCA I've got a license to kill yeah
I think you know what time it is it's time to get ill yeah
Now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand I make myself clear
We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin

Now I got the gun you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me
I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this I did it like that
I did it with a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the run the cop's got my gun
And right about now it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
MCA said, Yippy Yo, you know this kid
I said, I didn't but I know he did
The kid said, Get ready cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money
Pulled out the jammy and aimed it at the sky
He yelled, Stick 'em up and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
I'm Mike D. and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect
MCA was with it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed the money MCA snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.