SOUNDS OF SCIENCE

YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Paul's Boutique

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Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover
Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters
Expanding the rhymes of sucker M.C. amateurs
And Naugels, Isaac Newton and Scientific E.Z.
Ah Ben Franklin with the kite ah gettin' over with the key
Now rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables
Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables
'Cause I've been dropping the new science
And I've been kicking the new knowledge
An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college
Now the dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat
I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet
Shea Stadium the radium E M D squared
Kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared
It's the sound of science
The sounds of science
Science..

Rope a dope
The newest in new
"Right up to your face and dis you"
Waxin' and milkin'
All of ya'll square heads

Time and money for girls covered with honey
You lie and aspire to be as cunning
Reeling and rockin' and rollin' B size D cup
Order the quarter deluxe why don't you wake up
My mind is kinda flowin' like an oil projector
Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector
Went berserk and worked and exploded
She woke up in the morning and her face was coated
Buddy you study the man on the mic
D. do what you like huh D.
Well Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration
To peep that freak unique penetration
Well I figured out who makes the crack
It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets
A professor of science cause I keep droppin' it
I smell weak cause you keep poppin' it
And people always asking what's the phenomenon
"Yo what's up" yo what's goin' on
No one really knows what I'm talking about
Yeah that's right my name's Yauch

Ponce De Leon constantly on
The fountain of youth not Robotron
Peace is a word I've heard before
So move and move and move upon the dance floor
'Cause I'm gonna' die gonna' die one day
Cause I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way
Not like a roach or a piece of toast
I'm goin' out first class ain't goin' out coach
Rock my Adidas never rock Fila
"I do not sniff the coke I only smoke the sinsemilla"
Well with my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope
What I live I write and that is strictly rope
I've got science for any occasion
Postulating theorems formulating equations
Well Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard
Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy
Droppin' science like Galileo dropped the orange

3-MINUTE RULE

YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Paul's Boutique

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I stay up all night I go to sleep watchin' Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper
When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper
On the mic I score just like the Yankees
Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee
Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya
But you're looking so fly inside your B.M.W.
I got lucky I brought home the kitten
Before I got busy I schlepped on the mitten
Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding
Jump the turnstile never pay the tool
Doo wa diddy and bust with the pre-roll
Customs jailed me over an herb seed
Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
I'm outta your back door I'm into another
Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and you're mother
Not perfect grammar always perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds

Roses are red the sky is blue
I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna' do
It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
Cause you know why a you see H.
I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place
Takin' life as it comes no fool am I
I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
Know alota def girls that'll do anything
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan
Yea I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
People come up to me and they try to talk shit man
I was making records when you were sucking on your mother's dick

Girl you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes
You got fancy things their going up your nose
You gettin' fancy gifts from expensive men
You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection getting girl's affection
If your life needs correction don't follow my direction
You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley
You be driving around Hollywood with yo sorry charlie
Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker
You slipin' you slackin' cause you're a false fake sucker
You slip you slack you clock me and you lack
While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional
Are you experienced little girl
I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
Cause I'm on your mind It's hard to forget me
I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
So peace out ya'll, a PCP song out
Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
And I'm out...
"Waa.."

HEY LADIES

YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Paul's Boutique, Hey Ladies (s), Sampler II (pr), Hey Ladies + So What'cha Want (s), The Sounds of Science

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Hey...
Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling
Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
Such and such will be the bass that I'm throwing
I'm talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing well..
She's talking to the kid to the kid
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did

"Hey ladies" "a get funky"
"All the ladies in the house"
"The ladies the ladies"

Well...
Me in the corner with a good looking daughter
I dropped my drawers and said "welcome back Kotter"
We was cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment I begged her please stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothing but a crab
Educated no stupid yep
And when I say stupid I mean stupid "fresh"
I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge
I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large
With the white sassoons and the looks that kill
Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville then
I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
You be listening to my records' a number one sound
Just step to the rhythm step step to the ride
I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside
Tune in tune on to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like fish to my line

"Hey ladies" "a get funky"
Hey hey hey hey ladies
"Girls girls.."
Hey hey hey hey ladies
One more time "any funky now"
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey ladies
"Any funky.."
You know that..
She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore
She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door
Break up with your girl it ended in tears
Vincent Van Gogh go and mail that ear
Call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinkin'
The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinkin'
Said come on over it was me that she missed
I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you and you went (girls girls girls) insane
You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train well...
Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak man
Sucking down pints till I didn't know
Woke up in the morning at the one Ton Ho
Cause I announce I like girls that bounce
With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
Girls with curls and big long locks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Walking high and mighty like she's number one
"She thinks she's the passionate one"

"Hey ladies" "a get funky"
"What's that"
"Good god
"Good god" "damn"
"Good god"
"Baby baby baby baby"
"Is it funky brother"
"Hee haa haa haa..."
"Hey hey hey hey ladies"
"Hey hey ladies"

5-PIECE CHICKEN DINNER

YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Adam Horovitz

RELEASES:Paul's Boutique

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(Some hoopin' and a hollerin')
Jeb.. get away from the bar-b-que man
Don... get the hell away from that thing
Don's, give me a kiss
Won't you come and give me a kiss

LOOKING DOWN THE BARREL OF A GUN

YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Paul's Boutique, Sampler II (pr)

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I'mmmmm...
Rolling down the hill I'm snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age and 22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page I'm goin' off in a rage
Cause I'm out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
3 on the train in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought the coins on the street holmes... and you know you got had
Because it's all high spirit you know you gotta' hear it
Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it
It's gonna get you it's gonna get you
It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you

Lookin' down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun son of a bitch
Getting paid getting rich

Ultra violence be running through my head
Cole Madenia y'all makin' me see red
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'ma' die harder like my kid Bruce Willis
I love girlies waxin' and milkin'
Cordniating chimp is my man Dave Scilken (Smokie)
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am
Like Clockwork Orange goin' off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk and I'd be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
You're looking for a fist to put your face in
Well get hip get hip don't slip you knuckle heads
Racism is schism on a serious tip

CAR THIEF

YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Paul's Boutique, Shadrach (s)

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Some static started in the pool hall
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
Then I met this girl she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the booty with a Plank Bee
Cause me and my crew were out breakin' windows
The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those
Possession is half the law
I had my routines before all y'all
Your whole life is comin' apart at the seams
You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines
See I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie
Right now I wish I had another hash brownie
Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass
Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfuckin' ass
You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat
"See I personally I wouldn't even wanna' go out like that"

I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it
I don't buy cheeba I grow it
"I'm a farmer"
People always trying to get next to me
I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy
I smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer
Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser
Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush
You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror
My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her
You can't deny me you always want to try me
Yo you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast
Smokin' that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street
The only cop with a rope chain with the walking the beat
So like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'
Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'
Space cake cookies I discover who I am
I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains
Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants
My mind is kinda' rhymin' and I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink
So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning
I feel like it is always the beginning
Of another rhyme I'm rappin' MC'in' I rock
You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped

WHAT COMES AROUND

YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Paul's Boutique

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Overripe fresh skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails
Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking
Like a garbage bag full overflowing please now it's leaking
Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair
So I can climb up and get into your underwear
Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk
You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk
You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head
You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head
You're all mixed up like pasta primavera
Yo why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera man...
Cause one man's ceilin' is another man's floor
Yo get that money out of your ass you whore
Well I brought her upstairs onto the roof
I dogged your wife and she is a doofus

So What goes around Comes around
And what goes around comes around
What goes around Comes around
And what comes around goes around
Goes around..
Chosen bound Fully down
Feelin' down Huh
Yo holmes your nose is brown

Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got
The Dolemite's house and you have not
Look out my window look over the city
With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty
Why you wanna' beat that brat with a bat
Why you wanna' treat your girl like that
Living in the rat race smoking rat weed
Well you reap what you sow when you plant the seed
Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto
Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto

What goes around Comes around
And what goes around comes around
What goes around Comes around
And what comes around goes around
What goes around Comes around
And what goes around Inevibility
Comes around What
And what goes around comes around
What goes around You know it Comes around
What check it check it
Check it What, what what what...
Funky damn A funky pam pam pam pam...
Bam bam bam...
F.D. in the house ya'll
Funky, funky funky funky f-funky..
Bam bam bam bam..
F.D.
Funky funky, F.D. funky funky...
Fuck it...
Agh everybody, funky pam...
Bam bam bam slam, Alabama
And kick it, Al-a fuckin' bama
I slam a saki hammer
And chillin'
Funky..
Like pennicilian
Funky..
Like panasaursas
Funky...
Doris the fink-a saursas
Haa hee haa haa haa...

SHADRACH

YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys

RELEASES:Paul's Boutique, Shadrach (s), Hip-Hop Sampler (pr), Sampler (pr), The Sounds of Science

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Riddle me this my brother can you handle it
Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
Not how you play the game but it's how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to
I once was lost but now I'm found
The music washes over and you're one with the sound
Well who shall inherit the earth the meek shall
And yo I think I'm starting to peak now Al
And then the man upstairs well I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"

Only 24 hours in a day
Only 12 notes well a man can play
Music for all for not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers
Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers well..
If not for my vices and my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires
Cause I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business and pleasure way too much
You know wine and women and song and such
I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band your friends yo that's weak
Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo
Well Shadrach Mesach Abednago you know

"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago" no
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"

Stealin' from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Givein' to the poor and I always give thanks
Because I've got more stories that J.D.'s got Salinger
I hold the title and you are the challenger
I've got money like Charles Dickens
I've Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman
"Never gonna let them say that I don't love you"

"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"

Well...
My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts
And Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course
Well smoke the holy chalice got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Just like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter "say what" the popcorn
Sippin on wine and mackin
Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin' Yea...
Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me holmes
"Being very proud to be an M.C."
And then the man upstairs well I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
Because the bass is bumpin' from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do hell no
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago" no
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"