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HOLD IT NOW HIT IT

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

RELEASES:Hold It Now, Hit It (s), Licensed To Ill, The New Style (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"

BRASS MONKEY

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

RELEASES:Brass Monkey (s), Licensed To Ill, Fight For Your Right (s), No Sleep Till Brooklyn (s)

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Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass..

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey here's how you feel
You put your left leg down your right leg up
Tilt your head back let's finish the cup
MCA with the bottle D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go we bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn that's where I dwell

Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass..

Because..
Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace
When it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, Yo baby, what's up
I offered her a sip sip the girl she gave me lip lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip

Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass..

Step up to the bar put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
You take a sip you can do it you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini you thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar I smack you off your stool
I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp
And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def def girls girls all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record I got my advance
I drink it I think it I see it I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it
We got the bottle and you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get ffffff

Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey

Brass Monkey

SLOW AND LOW

YEAR:1986 MUSIC:Joe Simmons/Darryl McDaniels/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys/Joe Simmons/Darryl McDaniels

RELEASES:Slow And Low (pr), Licensed To Ill, The Sounds of Science

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Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo

It's never old school all brand new
So everybody catch the bugaloo flu
Not like a fever not like a cold
But the beats are clear the rhymes are bold
So don't see a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen to the music first things first
First of all get off the wall
It's time to party so have a ball
We slowed it on down so get the hell up
Like a volcano I'll erupt
We got determination bass and highs
White Castle fries only come in one size
What you see is what you get
And you ain't seen nothing yet

So let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo

I do not sing but I make a Def song
You could live your whole life - and I hope you live long
On the Gong Show we won't get gonged
We're the Beastie Boys not Cheech and Chong
Strong as an ox fresh out the box
The crowd is so live they're coming in flocks
And when we go on the crowd goes off
It's all hard rock there's nothing soft

Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo

COD
So Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
And Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo

We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock
We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top
MCA Adrock Mike D. makes three
And we can do it like this in the place to be
When I'm recorded you'll be rewarded
I know my song is Def 'cause you all applauded
Not PCP or LSD just me Mike D. in the place to be
This is not free you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a COD

So Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo

The beat is slow in order to dance
I wanna' hear I do's and no I can't
First you move your legs and then your arms
It's not fast and nervous this dance is calm
It's truly stable and you ought to be able
To dance to the record when it's on the turntable

So Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo
Let it flow let yourself go
Slow and low that is the tempo

TIME TO GET ILL

YEAR:1986 MUSIC:Beastie Boys LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Fight For Your Right (s), Licensed To Ill

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What's the time It's time to get ill
And what's the time It's time to get ill
So what's the time It's time to get ill
Now what's the time It's time to get ill

I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic I just say my rhymes
And I'm out on bail the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D and MCA we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time It's time to get ill

You been..
Fully captivated by that funky ass bass
Your girlfriend screams when MCA's in the place
He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand
I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car
But I'm chiller with the Miller cold coolin' at the bar
I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still
What's the time It's time to get ill

Yeah..
"Work-workin'-work-work-work-work-workin' in my groovie, it'a about that time"
"Workin' in my groovie, it'a about that time"

Deee..
Went outside my house I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller
MCA takes a stand man you're in command
Homeboy turn it out and don't give a damn
Man my name is MCA I've got a license to kill
And what's the time It's time to get ill

"I'm Mr. Ed"
" The famous Mr. Ed"
Riding down the block... Uh-huh...

Riding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can
Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E.
'Cause me and MCA we're down with Mike D.
When I run a jam I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing bass I say Thank you ma'am
Fuel injected, rhyme connected running things
Well I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings
I'm looking for a spot things are gettin' hot
I'm MCA I'm here to stay and you sir, you are not
Oh no, it could not be it's such a sight to see
It's such a trip you're on my tip so listen to Mike D.
My work is my play cause I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike D as you can see and I can dot the jerk
MCA Adrock Mike D. it's chill
What's the time It's time to get ill

Now what's the time It's time to get ill
And what's the time It's time to get ill
So what's the time It's time to get ill
And what's the time It's time to get ill