Lyrics Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys

B-Boys in the Cut

To the, to the, to the people up top!

Bam! God damn!

Holy mackerel, pulling suckers' cards out the satchel

You can sleep tonight, it's okay

B Boys in the cut and we're here to stay

Vibration, sensation

Chatter up on the mic and it's an incantation

Revelation, elation

A little patience with the tribulations

Heed my flow, I got more in store

Rhymes are not just for breakfast any more

Always on vacation, like Clark and Rusty

Don't wanna make the beer fest, trust me

Your wack style is beyond a pale

Heel up, wheel up, to the one Judge Smails

Come at me with rain, I'm coming back with hail

My broad sword will cut through your chain mail

Back up, Mike

Well, Adrock, one of the greatest of all time, no disrespect

I gotta go for mine

Big Mike D, number spitting lead paint

Bringing it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah

A-D-R-O-C-K spells relief

There's holes in my story like Leon Spinks' teeth

Good grief, the middle name's Keefe

I keep a microphone in a little, weird sheath

I'm like Oscar the Grouch

Trashy, rockin' Derelicte, flashy

I keep it raw y'all

Just imagine the 42nd Street C train bathroom

I sizzle on the mic like a battered fried fish

Pundits in the house say -- WHAT! -- that's rich!

This is the type of shit that's gonna scratch that itch

Now I'm-a set it off from up inside this bitch

I see you're looking at me and thinking 'What him do?'

Well, I rap upon this mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou

Also known as Pretty Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike

I switch up my name pretty much how I like

This routine dates way back

A lot of people may remember this routine

But it's evolved now

Yeah, from the summer before last

Well, my name is Mike D, and I gotta new name, and that new name is LARRY!

Well, my name is Adrock, and then I gotta new name, and my new name is HARRY!

Well, my name is MCA, but I gotta new name, and that new name is GARY!

Well, our DJ's name has stayed the same, 'cause his new name is BARRY!