Licensed To Ill lyrics

Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest

[chorus]

And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic
And we're 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 Adrock 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

Well this girl came up to me - she says she's new in town
But the crew been said they seen her around
I thought they were right but I didn't wanna know
The girlie was Def and she wanted to go
I think her name is Lucy but they all call Loose
I think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce
The next think she said, "My place or yours
Let's kick some bass behind closed doors!"

Yes, yes, y'all - you don't stop
You keep it on - and shockin' the place
Well I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove
Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wild
A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed
I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis

They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop
Because being bad news is what we're all about
We went to White Castle and we got thrown out
I got my boy Mike D. - I got the King Adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock
I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud
So I reached in the Miller cooler - grabbed a cool Bud

Girls, all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
Cause in the evening it's girls

I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile

Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please" he said, "You may."

Kick it!

You wake up late for school man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please" but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta fight for your right to party

You pops caught you smoking and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag

No sleep 'til - Brooklyn

Foot on the pedal never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job it's a damn good time
City to city I'm running my rhymes
On location touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking your money I'm taking

Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D.
Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time it's time to buy ale
Peter eater parking meter all of the time
If I run out of ale it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking chicken eating dress so fly

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

Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo

It's never old school all brand new
So everybody catch the bugaloo flu
Not like a fever not like a cold
The beats are clear the rhymes are bold
So don't see a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen to the music first things first
First of all get off the wall
It's time to party so have a ball
We slowed it on down so get the hell up

I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic I just say my rhymes
Because I'm out on bail the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's the time it's time to get ill

You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to paaaaaaaaaaaaaarty

You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day

Brothers out there with sisters, peep it
Years and years you try to keep her a secret
Said she's your cousin that came for a visit
Your puttin' me on, is this true, now who is it
Called your crib, got a clickin dial tone
You said it was the maid that hung up the phone
Caught her on the streets, so we took the risk
Guess what, we found out she was your sis

I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I'll make you shake your ass like Les MaCan yea
And then you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam
You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan
Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way
We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay
'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand
I'm changing my middle name to first Trem

Ummmm.... yea baby
Don't you know it like, don't it feel good
Like you know it should
In '89, right on time
Always so quick with the rhymes
Aghhh..
Girl you know it's true
You know you know it's true
Mike D. is in love with you
In love with you
In love with you, oh baby
Girl you know it's true
Whooo, awwghoo..
Mike D. is in love with you

Aghhhhoooo..
Yea baby you know
Listen

We're we're we're
We're the b-boys, we don't regret
There's nothing wrong with your TV set
We're a gettin loose
We couldn't be harder
Our beats are bigger and better and longer
Got real rock shit
You must admit
Not fake, not false, not counterfit
I can play the drums, I can play gituar
Not just b-boys, but real rock stars
Rock, rock rock...

Actin' like the last generation on earth
You're gonna fuck up a place for new birth
You're cutting the last of the forests on the planet
Only a few hundred years since Columbus landed
Well it's due time that we look and pay attention
As the windows who knows show the knowledge with us
'Cause it's the one that we prayed for, from on the earth
I give the wisdom to folks, you know whole worth

Got the groove Got the groove
Everybody say Oh-waaaa Oh-waaaa
Say Oh-waaaa Oh-waaaa
Say Ta-Daaa Ta-Daaa
Say Ta-Daaa Ta-Daaa
Agh yea - Agh Yea
Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa
Ta-daaa Agh yea yo Ta-daaa Agh yea
Say Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa Oh-waaaa Ta-daaa
Ta-daaa Agh yea Ta-daaa Agh yea
Say Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea
Say Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea Oh-waaaa Ta-Ta Agh yea

Yea...
You're coming off like you're Van Damme
You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am
You've got names like Billy Ray
Now you sing Hip Hop Hooray
Put your Dakleys and your stone wash on
Watching MTV and you mosh on
#1 on the side and don't touch the back
#6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack

Mullet head

Cut the Sides, Don't Touch The Back
Cut the Sides, Don't Touch The Back

You know that it will be untrue
You know that it will be a liar
La la la la la la la la...
Before we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the night on, fire
The time of two is our own soul
No time to war in the mire
But darling we can only learn
While other people flail on fire
Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light my fire

1 2
We Gettin' Ready To Get Funky In Here
We Got The Beatsie Boys
They're My Boys
MCA Rock Rock On
And My Man Mike D. Rock Rock On
And The King AdRock, Rock Rock On
My Man On The Conga, Rock Rock On
I Can't Forget My Man On The Keyboards, Rock Rock On
And My Man Cool V. Rock Rock On
To The To The Beats Ya'll
And You Don't Stop
We Give You Over To The MC
I Say Rock The Mic

It's Finger Lickin' Finger Lickin' Good Y'All
Finger Lickin' A Finger Lickin' Good Y'All
It's Finger Lickin' It's Finger Lickin' Good Y'All
It's Finger Lickin' It's Finger Lickin' Good Y'All
Well Mike D What's Up? Ah Yo Yauch What Up?
Come On Mike Ah Let's Tear It Up
Hear No Evil See No Evil Talkin' No Bullshit
So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It

It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
It's like that y'all and ya don't quit
Like Frankenstein or Count Dracula
I grab the mic and then I fuck it up
I never settle for less and that's a fact
I'm lettin' you know we not the wack wack
Been nice and all that, c'mon and I'm a keep goin' yup

"Hey Ladies.." "Break dance"
"Hey ladies get funky"
All the ladies in the house"
"The ladies the ladies"
"Hey ladies" "get funky"
"Girl girl girl"
Hey ladies in the place
"Girl girl girl"
Hey yo, ladies
"Girl girl girl"
Hey, ladies in the place
"Girl girl girl"
"Hey young ladies"
"Girl girl girl"
"Foxy ladie"
"Girl girl girl"
"Get on your back"
"Ladies, ladies, ladies"

"Stop that train I wanna' get off"

Well..
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kickin' out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token

Now don't start a fessin your on the check
We're so damn hard we never sweat
A gonna' rock gonna' roll we'll take control
But if ya had to rock the mic it's in the soul
In the heart in the mind it'll make you blind
It'll make the other rappers a drop the time
Do you mind huh.. It can take you home
And teach you how to fess on the microphone
MCA
M-A-C-I-N-G

"Call the people, are you ready now"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach.."
"Money money money.."
"Mine uptone, the DJ up there.."
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach.." "Hey, hey hey.."

"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Shadrach Mesach Abednago"
"Here's something fresh"

"Can you feel it" "Can you feel it"
"I say get up get up get up get up
Get up get up get up get up get up"
"Get down"
"I know-I know-I know
I know your going to dig this"
"It's the joint"
"Whooooo.. Who's car it that
Wait a minute.."

"Get down"
"Just like this"

"Is your name Michael Diamond"
"Wohoohaa.. yeah"
"G-G-G-Get down"

"Agh,
Sad crew, sad crew
Hey ya'll you see what they did to me
There was two of these motherfuckers up here
I done took a picture with one already
You know what I sayin' one was mine
So, where that Mike at
Where that little bastard at that little bastard that took that other one
Where you at, come her man come here man come here...

[Chorus:]
In a world gone mad it's hard to think right
So much violence hate and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight
Mirrors, smokescreens and lies
It's not the politicians but their actions I despise
You and Saddam should kick it like back in the day
With the cocaine and Courvoisier
But you build more bombs as you get more bold

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There's no confusion in her conclusion
She wants to waste my time and that's no delusion
Her final decision is perfection and precision
She's grade A class - number one in her division

(chorus) She's on it

She acts like a nag - I don't know how it started
Even when I'm chillin' - she acts retarded
It's gets annoying - so high on the tip
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt - she'd be hard on his tip