| LICENSE TO ILL | | |  | Fight For Your Right To Party |  | | You wake uplate for school and you don't wanna go You ask your mum please but she still says no you missed two classes and no homework but your teacher preaches class like your some kind of jerk
you gotta fight for your right to party
you pops caught you smoking and he said no way that hipocrite smokes two packs a day man, living at home is such a drag now your mum through away your best porno mag
you gotta fight for your right to party
don't step out of this house if thats the clothes your gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair Your mum busted in and said whats that noise? aw , mum your just jealous it's the beastie boys!
you gotta fight for your right to party
| |  | |  | |  | Girls |  | | Girls! Yeah all i really want is girls! And in the morning it's, GIRLS! Cuz in the evening it's, GIRLS!
I like the way that they WALK! And it's chill to hear them TALK! And i can aways make them SMILE! From White Castle to the NILE!
Back in the DAY! There was this girl around the WAY! She like my home-piece MCA! He said he would not give her PLAY! I asked him please, he said " you MAY!" Her pants are tight and thats 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 their 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, thats 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....
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Another dimension......
Dont you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe its because I'm so versitile Style profile I said it always brings me back when I hear "ooh child" From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the Marathon to the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you wanna battle youre in denial Comin from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial cast you off into exile
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Another dimension.....
Jazz & Awol thats our team step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee & cream Gotta keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour to nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen Tryin to change the world I will plot & scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna a shine like a sunbeam Keep on rappin cuz thats my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for stickin to themes When it comes to envy yall is green Jealous of the rhyme & the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalatic planetary
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From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes & relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox cuz the music is live like electric shock I am known to do the Wop (Wop) Also known for the Flintstone Flop (Flop) Tammy D gettin biz on the crop (crop) Beastie boys know to let the beat mmmmm....drop When I wrote grafitti my name was slop If my rap's soups them my beats is stock Step up from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir-fry you in my wok You knees'll start shakin' & your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
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Another Dimension..... do it
| |  | |  | |  | Brass Monkey |  | | Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey Brass Monkey - junkie That funky Monkey
Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel Put your left leg down - your right leg up Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup M.C.A. 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 with 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
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 - the girl she gave me 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
Step up to the bar - put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around 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 - 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 - you got the cup Come on everybody let's get ffffff
Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey Brass Monkey - junkie That funky Monkey
| |  | |  | | | | | |  | Alive |  | | "I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now. Never. It's all been leading up to this moment. All right now, right here. My whole life, right here...." We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez (I have some goodie goods for you to eat) The party people scream "Oui, oui c'est vrai!" (Yes yes, it's true)
Hey I'm A-D-R-O-C-K I use a microphone like Picasso* used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay
I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I'll give it my best and say "Come what may" 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay I'm lookin' sideways like my man Pelé
Gettin' old, like Ali "Boomba Yay"* So fed up with my Caesar toupee It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's sorry and gray
D-D-Dive* So-Socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive
I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like Ultra Bright Created a monster with these rhymes I write Don't say mine are wack, please say goodnight
Now here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people gotta bite But I can understand 'cause he sounds so nice
Readin' in the news, 'cause I'm Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam use tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So I keep my mind still, like the still of night
Now who in the world do you want to fight It's against the system we should unite Homophobics say "Alright..." If you learn to love then you might love life
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Bringin' back that old New York rap....
Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks* To afford the poor decide to react Come on party people, share up your stacks
Now, I'm a' break it down to the brass tacks* Do the Biz Marke Dance and Cabbage Patch You're tried to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneakin' through my files for some rhymes to snatch
I'd like to have a say on the income tax Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts No money for health care, so what's the catch? The man got you locked with no keys to the latch
Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack*
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