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Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin' to the broad day light G E T L I V E alright Trans hypnotic robotic can't stop it No limit to this style you know you can't lock it First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze Every thought in the mind is a planted seed So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack Before you know it they're boomeranging on back I'm the king of boogle there is none higher I get 11 points off the word quagmire Fools can't see me and thats how it is And thats how I like it cause thats my biz Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin' to the broad day light G E T L I V E alright Times an illusion as the moments race by Too fast to really grasp though we may try Deny, till we die, ooh my my These thoughts that mislead and then multiply Second by second and minute by minute It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin' those vibes So tell me what you need that you have got Fiending on power will make your blood clot It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong Thats why we can't all just get along Were all connected like a Leggo set One equals one together like a croquette Whether we have or have not yet met Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin' to the broad day light G E T L I V E alright Well you're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain The selfish ways just can't maintain But these are the breaks when you try and come fake Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12 I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf You be like 'Hello Nasty where you been' It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on I get so hyped when I hear this song It's gonna keep me happy like all day long So go and talk shit 'cause it just makes me strong Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash Multinationals spreading like a rash I might stick around or I might be a fad But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin' to the broad day light G E T L I V E alright Can't get enough of that funk, funk Can't get enough of that funk, funk Can't get enough of that funk, funk Junior