BEASTIE BOYS

Ill Communication

1. SURE SHOT

2. TOUGH GUY
                Butcher me on the court
                Too many elbows to report
                Now you're poking me in the eye
                Bill Laimbeer motherfucker, it's time for you
                To die

                Tough guy, it's time to check yourself
                Dribbling the ball like the biz cann be bad
                For your health
                Tough guy, what you got to prove
                Moving like an elephant, that's your favorite
                Move
                Tough guy, your shit is going out

                Tough guy


                Box me out with your fat ass
                Throw me around like a bounce pass
                You've got a tombstone hangin' over your dick
                Cause a minor earthquake when you throw a
                Moving pick

                Tough guy, you think you're like the shaq
                Keep running around, you'll catch a heart attack
                Tough guy, what are you giving me
                The way you're playing ball, you'll stop me
                From living B


                Tough guy, tough guy
                Tough guy, you're shit is weak
                Tough guy, you fucking freak
                Tough guy, I'll stick your shit
                Tough guy

3. B-BOYS MAKIN' WITH THE FREAK FREAK
                Putting songs together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee
                Sending this one out to k-rob and rahmalzee
                Let me introduce myself on this cut
                I'm ad.rock, I'm lit like a motherfuck
                Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a
                Still
                I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill
                'Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't
                Funny
                Got fat bass lines like Russell Simmons steals
                Money
                Got clientele, you know I rock well
                And then you're on my dick because I'm D.F.L.
                Yeah, Mike 'cause plaing the bass is my favorite
                Shit
                I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working
                At it
                I get my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason
                Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station
                Penn Station up on 8th ave.
                Listen all y'all you get the ball bath
                He's got the savoir faire because he's debonair
                Mike D. with the vinyl with the grooves so rare
                And the rhymes that we're kicking are doo doo

                Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique
                Been learning from the elders now it's time to
                Speak
                Oh that shit sounds nice
                Mike D. come on and get it on y'all
                Talking shit about a mile a minute
                Put the wax on the table and let the d.j. spin
                It
                Excuse me motherfuckers, can i beg your pardon
                I'm gonna see the knicks at Madison Square Garden
                And like the Knicks I got game like I worked
                At Hasbro
                On the mic i bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
                The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo
                You can't sleep 'cause you're little cindy loo
                Hoo
                Down with the hurra since the raising hell
                Tour
                Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to
                Tell more
                Cyndy what I didn't catch the last one
                That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast
                One
                Well I'm not known for my speed raps
                So grab the microphone and cut out the claps
                Ah yea, I like that shit is kind of rough
                I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up

                I might seem out there, a little deranged
                I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving
                Range
                Well, I'm the ladies' choice like i was JJ.Evans
                Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens
                I'm talking P.G.A. pro tour 2
                I'm Dr.Beepers in my t.v., in my golfing shoes
                Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
                Then you throw me off the green because I'm
                Strictly hip-hop
                I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off
                I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm audi-so
                Check me
                I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the
                Green
                I've got the custom made boots with the spikey
                Things
                I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro
                I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to
                Toe
                Yea, the b-boys makin' with the freak freak
                Mario's nagging nonni's about the pesto pizza
                And then he's on a mission and he's checking for
                Peacha

5. ROOT DOWN
                I kick it root down
                I put my root down

                It's not a put down
                I put my foot down
                And then I make some love, I put my root down
                Like sweetie pie by the stone alliance
                Everybody knows I'm known for dropping science
                I'm electric like Dick Hyman
                I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin'
                Never let you down with the stereo sound
                So Mike, get in the mic and trun it out
                We're talking root down, I put my boot down
                And if you want to battle me, you're putting
                Loot down
                I said root down, it's time to scoot down
                I'm a step up to the mic in my goose down
                Come up representing from the upper west
                Money makin' putting me to the test
                Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed
                Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest
                Well, I'm not coming out goofy
                Like the fruit of the loom guys
                Just strutting like the meters
                With the look-ka py py
                'Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born
                But when the snow is falling, then I am gone
                You might think that I'm a fanatic
                A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
                But we kick it from the root when we break it
                On down
                Jimmy Smith is my man, I want to give him a pound

                (Chorus)

                Ad rock don't stop, just get on the mic with the
                Tic and the toc
                I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like brim
                I'm walking down your block and you say that's him
                There goes the guy with the funky sound
                The Beastie Boys you know we come to get down
                Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
                And say oh my God, that's the funky shit
                So I'm going to pass the mic and cause a panic
                The original nasal kid is doing damage
                Every morning I took the train to the High Street
                Station
                Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up
                Situation
                On the way back up hearing battle tapes
                Through the underground, underneath the sky
                Scrapes
                Like Harlem world battles on the zulu beat
                Show
                It's kool Moe D. vs Busy Bee there's one you
                Should know
                Enough of that, I just want to give some respect
                Due
                M.C.A. grab the mic and Ma Bell will connect you
                Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom
                Fight
                "If dancin' prays to the Lord then i shall feel
                Alright"
                It feels good to play a little music
                Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do
                It
                And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
                A flow master in disaster with a sound that's
                Gone
                I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom
                For bringing me into this world and so on

                (Chorus)

6. Sabotage
                I can't stand it I know you planned it
                But I'm gonna set it straight, this watergate
                I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here
                Because your crystal ball ain't so crystal
                Clear
                So while you sit back and wonder why
                I got this fuckin' thorn in my side
                Oh my, it's a mirage
                I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage

                So listen up 'cause you can't say nothin'
                You'll shut me down with a push of your button
                But I'm out, and I'm gone
                I'll tell you now I keep it on and on

                'Cause what you see you might not get
                And we can bet so don't you get souped yet
                You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage
                I'm tryin' to tell you now it's sabotage
                Why our backs are now against the wall
                Listen all of y'all it's a sabotage

                I can't stand it, I know you planned it
                But i'm gonna set it straight this watergate
                I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
                Because I feel disgrace because you're
                All in my face
                But make no mistakes and switch up my
                Channel
                I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
                What could it be, it's a miracle
                You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage

7. GET IT TOGETHER
                1-2 1-2 keep it on
                Listen to the shit because we kick it
                Until dawn
                Listen to the abstract got it going on
                Listen to the ladies come on and let me
                Spawn
                All your eggs then you go up the river
                Listen to the abstract that freaky nigger
                I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
                Tock
                And I can't stop with the body rock
                See I've got heart like John Starks
                Hitting mad sparks
                Pass me the mic
                And I'll be rockin the whole park
                I'm the M to the C and to the A and it's a
                Must
                The rhymes that we bust on the topic of
                Lust
                And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
                Let me get down to the rhythm
                Yes I'm getting funky and I'm shooting all
                My jism
                Like John Holmes, the X-rated nigger
                Listen to the shit 'cause I am the ill
                Figure
                Nobody's getting any bigger than this

                Ad rock's down with ione
                Listen to the shit because both of them
                Is boney
                Got to do it like this like Chachi and
                Joanie
                Because she's the cheese and I'm the
                Macaroni
                So why all the fight and why all the
                Fuss
                Because I ain't got no dust
                Yea, you know I'm getting silly
                I've got a grandma Hazel and a grandma
                Tilly
                Grand royal prez and I'm also a member
                Born on the cusp in the month of november
                I do the Patty Duke in case you don't
                Remember
                Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit
                Was in a blender
                Well, I'm long gone word is born
                Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right
                From wrong
                I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
                But I shall drive the lane like I was Evan Bernard
                And I've been working on my game because life is
                Taxing
                Got to get it together and see what's happening

                I go one two like my name was Biz Mark
                But I had to do the shit just let me embark
                On the lyric and the noun and the verb
                Let's kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
                Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor
                To spare
                The moog with the funk for your derriere
                While we're on that topic, yes, I'd like to mention
                When it comes to boning I'm representing
                Spacing, zoning, talking' on the phone and
                My brain is roaming and I don't know where it's going
                Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
                I've got to get him ny the reigns because I know
                That's I'm freaking
                Well, I'm a funku skull and I'm scorpio
                And when I get my flow I'm Dr.On the go
                So Q-tip, what you on the mic for
                Because I had to talk about the times that I rhyme
                And when the M.C.s come in my face, I'm like mace
                Because I back them off with the quills
                Nigger 'cause I tell you, nigger 'cause I'll keep you
                Under prills
                Resting in nine one one sixteenth ave
                Off of farmer's boulevard
                I'm from manhattan, M.C.A.'s from Brooklyn
                Yea, M.C.A., your shit be cooking
                Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat
                So, yo tip, what's up with the boots on your feet
                I've got the timbos on the toes and this is how it
                Goes
                Oh one two, oh my God
                One two, oh my God, I've got some shit
                I've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
                Never ever ever smoking crack
                Never ever ever fucking wack
                I eat the fuckin' pineapple now & laters
                Listen to me now, don't listen to me later
                Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme
                For real
                But, yo, technically I'm as hard as steel
                Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together
                Ma bell
                I'm like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications

9. THE UPDATE
                I can hear the trumpets blowing screaming out the
                End of time
                Look around and listen and you'll see every sign
                The waters are polluted as the forests are cut
                Down
                Bombing and drilling deep
                Below the ground
                Check the prophecies from
                Around the world
                And look around now as it
                All unfurls
                Look into yourself and see
                What goes on
                Get a feeling in your heart
                Of the right from wrong
                Because the mother Earth
                Needs to be respected
                Been far too long that she's
                Been neglected
                Race against race, such a
                Foolish waste
                It's like cutting of your
                Nose to spite your face
                And at the end of the wars,
                What was the cost
                It's clear that the earth
                Was the one who lost
                We are one with her as she
                Is one with us
                It's unreal how she is treated
                So unjust
                As our planet grows smaller
                Each and every day
                Everyone affecting everyone
                In every way
                We're all citizens of the
                World community
                All here together and we're
                Searching for unity
                Over the years, I've grown
                And changed so much
                Things I know now years ago,
                I couldn't touch
                There are things I've done
                That I wouldn't do again
                But I'm glad that I did 'cause
                I've learned from them
                I just try to stay present
                Right here, right now
                No worries, no fears and
                Without any doubts
                It's about time

                'Cause in these times, these
                Changing times
                A transition is occuring
                And I am not blind
                As the pendulum swings a
                New age we enter
                And with every swing, it
                Draws closer to the center
                Yes the storm before the
                Calm and the wars that
                Lead to love
                Things must run their course
                So we push and we shove
                But we're here to work it
                Out in one way or another
                To find a mutual respect
                For ourselves and one
                Another
                And the true key is a trust
                In self
                For when I trust myself, I
                Fear no one else
                I took control of my life,
                Just as anyone can
                I want everyone to see it's
                In the palm of your hand
                The past is gone, the future
                Yet unborn
                But right here and now is
                Where it all goes on
                I know we can fix it and it's
                Not too late
                I give respect to king and
                His nonviolent ways
                I dream and I hope and I
                Won't forget
                Someday I'm going to visit
                On a free Tibet
                Someday I'm going to see
                Us all joined as one
                And it would be too bad
                To blow it up before we're
                Done
                'Cause we long behind the
                Rage learning from the pain
                The love behind the tension,
                Like the sun behind the rain
                I'm sending loving light to
                All that is
                To all creation and the
                Life we live
                I'm not preaching bull shit,
                Just speaking my mind
                'Cause I'm here now and it's
                About time

11. ALRIGHT HERE THIS
                Because I grab a microphone
                And I pick it up
                And then I fuck it up and
                Then I turn it in
                And the I turn it out, got
                The body rockin' sound
                And then you know I'm gonna
                Get down and
                Eat a scooby snack and take a disco nap
                Because I'm shopping at sears, 'cause I don't buy
                At the gap
                Sending this one out to all the funky inspirations
                Pretty purdie on the drums with the beat
                Relations
                Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line
                By line
                Trying to put what I feel into word and rhyme
                I've got a felling coming on, I've got to make
                Some shit
                A little something stupid, for the twisted and
                Sick
                Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
                And I don't give a fuck 'cause I've got the beats
                Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
                Right to left and I'm death defying

                (Chorus)

                I spin my fortune on a wheel like sajak
                Here's the payback keep going strong like
                Since the way back
                I try to be myself but I lose track
                'Cause the shit gets complicated now I've got to
                Get back
                As we learn to breed love for one another
                In these times of melding cultures
                I give respect for what's been borrowd and
                Lent
                I know this music comes down from african descent
                Because I don't need a magic potion
                Let me talk about back field in motion
                My girls got cheeks for weeks and I'm happy
                You know I'm a sneak like my old grand pappy
                I gotta give thanks to my man Archie Shepp
                For staying true to inspiration and I don't half
                Step
                So I kick out the Jams and tell you who I am
                And I talk to the people like Les McCann

                (Chorus)

                I ask God for a rhyme or two
                A little something for the wise as well as the
                Fool
                A little something to affect a little taste of
                Change
                For the together and the strong as well as
                The deranged
                I'll do you right like Booby Night
                And I'm bugging off Yuseff Lateef
                I got a match to my ass and I'm a keep it lit
                I need to get some cash, call my accountant
                Britt
                I'm rushing around town taking care of my functions
                Always got one more thing so forget about function
                We create this world and the problems that
                Go on
                Create out lives and the things that go wrong
                So to the deaf, the blind, lock around and listen
                To what it is you want and for what you're wishing

13. FLUTE LOOP
                So, just sit back and max and relax
                Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up
                'Cause
                I get funky like diaper rush
                And you know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cash
                I've got sex rhymes like victoria's got secrets
                To all you porno peepers who are trying to
                Peep this
                I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing
                Lead my team to sixty wins like my man pat
                Ewing
                Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
                Like virgin pow on the peaks of a.k.
                Like a sound that goes to the depths of the
                Soul
                Well that's the feeling that I make my goal

                A little wine with my dinner so I'm the grape
                Ape
                I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape
                Because I get ill when I'm on the pause button
                And i get my fill and you can't say nothing
                More soul on this train then Don Cornelious
                Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your
                Anus
                Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
                Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction
                Pearlman's got beats and it ain't no secret
                Dante found his shit but you know he freaked
                It
                And so the story goes on and on
                Down in s.d.50 'till the early morning

14. DO IT
                Like the black birds I'm a do it fluid
                Building rhymes like buildings, like a Stonehenge
                Druid
                Step up and get enlightened, educating my mind
                I play the tape forward, it's not time to reward
                Step inside the mother fucker and I get my
                Flow on
                Amalgamating styles so I've got something to
                Grow on
                Seasons change when it comes their time
                Fall brings the winter and on back to springtime
                Well, it's the king ad rock and that's who I am
                Listen all of y'all I'm not the son of Sam
                'Cause I'm thin and I'don't grin and I'm not a grinner
                But check it out people 'cause I love to go and
                Swim
                Caught up on the phone fiber optic distraction
                Information super highway got the brain contraction
                I'm the kung fu master vs. the sumo wrestler
                Got the beats in Manhatten you can hear in
                Westchester
                Well, my mother was born out in Coney Island
                Raised on the L.E.S. Manhatten Island
                My dad come out from Detroit and they had me
                And back on through Ellis Island goes through
                The family tree
                Well, I'm a six point seven on the Richter scale
                I've got rhymes gallot and then I never fail
                Like gravy to potatos, Luke to Darth Vader
                I'm a souped up sucker and I'll see you all
                Later

                (Chorus)

                You see me coming down the block with the funky
                Cuts
                You say Mike D. and I say mic these nuts
                I've got attractions like I'm Elvis Costello
                Adam Yauch grab the mic 'cause you know you're
                My mellow
                Well when I get it into the zone
                I'm gonna take my mind to a place where it's
                All one
                My shit is on and the rhyme style's kicking
                My brain is flowing honest like Abe Lincoln
                'Cause I'm the fuckin' rhythm ace with the rhyme
                Selection
                Listen all y'all I rap with perfection
                Because I got the mother fuckin' old school flavor
                That you savor so watch your behavior
                Talking other dimensions, level higher
                Why did Billy Joel say "We didn't start the fire"
                Take you to another realm, another level
                I've got the funky rhymes but i'm not the funky
                Devil
                I step from minute to minute, lifetime to lifetime
                Step from stage to stage to see it all unwind
                Slowly but surely I seek to find my mind
                And every wall that I face is of my own design
                Glendale Boulevard Boulevard
                Glendale Boulevard is where I'm at
                It's where I'm at, where I live
                Check it out because my head is like a siv and
                We turn it out

                (Chorus)

16. HEART ATTACK MAN
                Drink a six pack and then you play some ball
                Walking down the stairs and then he starts to
                Fall
                Add on two joints and he starts to sweat
                Two hundred seventy five pounds that you can't
                Forget

                Heart attack, heart attack man
                Spend all your money on your health insurance
                Plan
                Heart attack, heart attack man
                Keep on getting bigger because you know that
                You can

                Why do you force yourself on top of that girl
                Laugh with all your buddies because it's a man's
                Man's world
                Someday that shit will come back to you
                You've been throwing your weight around and
                Your shit is through

                Heart attack, heart attack man
                Going nowhere, got no master plan
                Heart attack, heart attack man
                Heart attack

                (Mosh part)
                Weighs in at two seventy five
                My man is lucky to be alive
                Smokin' and drinkin' too
                The heart attack man is gonna be running over
                You
                Got no God damn respect
                Had to put the big bitch in check

                Heart attack, heart attack man
                Lungs full of tar and a stomach full of spam
                Heart attack, heart attack man
                Time to change your ways, heart attack man

17. THE SCOOP
                I don't get blind most of the time I don't drink
                Wine
                I took a sledge hammer and I broke my nine
                Because my life is mine, word is born I rhyme
                And every day I write the book down line by
                Line
                I'm feeling good when I do it like this
                So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
                Because I'm back with another track in which
                You lack
                'Cause things are wack and that's a fact
                Because I'm on time, you're shouting rewind
                You know it's ad rock that's blowing your mind
                My shit is rough and you know it is so damn tough
                I'm getting intense, not talking nonsense
                I made up my mind, not sitting on the fence
                I don't always know the right from the wrong
                I do my best to figure it out and work it out in
                The long
                I try to do a lot more than I can chew
                Balance out my ambitions what I've got to do

                Because you hide in broad day light, a parasite
                A hypocrite, you take a peek quick
                You turn your nose up, you think you're high up
                You play it real safe and now your shit's fake
                I seen you hawking and then you clock my style
                And then you try to play it off like you think
                You're wild
                D.I.V. that means do it yourself
                Don't sit around waiting for someone's help
                Don't sit back and say good enough
                Keep on striving, reinventing but keeping it off
                The cuff
                So kick the level up cahootnified
                Mackadocious vibes positively fortified
                I'm throwing rhymes down kicking them downtown
                Traveling high speed through the underground
                I kick it free style, make it worth your while
                I've got shelves of rhymes that I keep on file
                I'm feeling good now back home again
                New York city is the city that I feel at home in

                A blast off from grasshoff awhile it's been
                Stepping into the future again
                I'm straight from 88 to 93 to 94, I'm out the door
                Step into the party with the Fila fresh gear
                People looking at me like I was David Koresh
                Here
                Kicking rhymes from the heart 'cause that's
                Where I'm at
                Fuck the bullshit, be it far from me to pop that

                In the search for truth, I go a lot of ways
                There's not a lot of peace, that I find these
                Days
                I try to stau cool, I try to stay calm
                But my life is getting hectic liek a smoke bomb
                So I'll say it like the group huggy bear
                There's a boy-grrrl revolution of which you
                Should be aware
                You can't dis me, it ain't worth
                It, B
                You put yourself down and you
                Don't even see
                Cause I don't play that, I know
                Who I am
                For a minute, I did but now I'm back again
                I'm feeling strong see, trust
                Myself G
                Well I stopped smoking cheeba
                And that was part of the key
                We've got fire, we need water
                There ain't no water, so I guess
                I ought to
                Leave you broke in a comatose
                State of mind
                And I'm blind and I'm working
                Overtime, so check it
                I keep my rhymes in a little
                Black book
                And I know you want to take
                Another look

19. BODHISATTVA VOW
                As I develop the awakening
                Mind
                I praise the Buddhas as they
                Shine
                I bow before you as I travel
                My path
                To join your ranks, I make my
                Full time task
                For the sake of all beings I seek
                The enlightened mind that I
                Know I'll reap
                Respect to Shantideva and
                All others
                Who brought down the Dharma
                For sisters and brothers
                I give thanks for this world
                As a place to learn
                And for this human body that
                I'm glad to have earned
                And my deepest thanks to all
                Sentient beings
                For without them there would
                Be no place to learn what
                I'm seeing
                There's nothing here that's
                No been said before
                But I put it down now so that
                I'll be sure
                To solidify my own views
                And I'll be glad if it helps
                Anyone else out too
                If others disrespect me or give me flack
                I'll stop and think vefore I react
                Knowing that they're going through insecure
                Stages
                I'll take the opportunity to exercise patience
                I'll see it as a chance to help the other
                Person
                Nip it in the bud before it can worsen
                A chance for me to be strong and sure
                As I think on the buddhas who have come before
                As I praise and respect the good they've
                Done
                Knowing only love can conquer hate in every
                Situation
                We need other people on order to create
                The circumstances for the learning that we're
                Here to generate
                Situations that bring up our deepest fears
                So we can work to release them until they're
                Cleared
                Therefore, it only makes sense
                To thank our enemies despite their intent

                The Bodhisattva path is one of power and
                Strength from within to go the length
                Seeing others are as important as myself
                I strive for a happiness of mental health
                With interconnectedness that we share
                As one
                Every action that we take affects everyone
                So in deciding for what a situation calls
                There is a path for the good for all
                I try to make my every action for the highest
                Good
                With the altruistic wish to achieve Buddhahood
                So I pledge here before everyone who's listening
                To try to make my every action for the good
                Of all beings
                For the rest of my lifetimes and even beyond
                I vow to do my best to do no harm
                And in times of doubt I can think on the Dharma
                And the enlightened ones who've graduated
                Samsara
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