Beastie Boys - The New Style

And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic
And we 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 Ad-Rock 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 (Mike D)

B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up, Mike D?
Aw 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
Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from Secaucus, 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 (word)
Stepped into the party, the place was overpacked
Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy, shot him in the back



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