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Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G E T L I V E alright

Trans hypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limit to this style you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket

Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
Before you know it they're boomeranging on back

I'm the king of boogle there is none higher
I get 11 points off the word quagmire
Fools can't see me and thats how it is
And thats how I like it cause thats my biz

Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G E T L I V E alright

Times an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast to really grasp though we may try
Deny, till we die, ooh my my
These thoughts that mislead and then multiply

Second by second and minute by minute
It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it
Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise
Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin' those vibes

So tell me what you need that you have got
Fiending on power will make your blood clot
It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
Thats why we can't all just get along

Were all connected like a Leggo set
One equals one together like a croquette
Whether we have or have not yet met
Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat

Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G E T L I V E alright

Well you're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
The selfish ways just can't maintain
But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked

I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
You be like 'Hello Nasty where you been'
It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon

I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
I get so hyped when I hear this song
It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
So go and talk shit 'cause it just makes me strong

Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash
Multinationals spreading like a rash
I might stick around or I might be a fad
But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad

Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G E T L I V E alright

Can't get enough of that funk, funk
Can't get enough of that funk, funk
Can't get enough of that funk, funk

Junior