• Licence To Ill
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  • Licence To Ill

    The New Style

    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
    Bust 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, where?
    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
    And if I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page
    The girlie's 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
    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 and I did the Smurf
    Taxing all females from coast to coast
    And when I get my fill I'm chilly most
    We rag-tag 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 I way out west
    K I N G A D whammy
    All the fly ladies are on my jammy
    Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
    Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
    I met this girl at the party and she started to flirt
    I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
    Spent some bank, got a high powered jumbo
    Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo
    Let me clear my throat, kick it over here baby pop
    And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat, drop
    Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
    Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
    A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of cursing
    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 M.C.A., 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
    Brooklyn

    ©AMERICAN DEF TUNES, INC

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