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No sleep till Brooklyn Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job 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 Going coast to coast, watching all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys are at the Garden, cold kickin' it live No sleep till Another plane, another train, another bottle in the brain Another girl, another fight, another drive all night Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus Tour around the world, you rock around the clock Plane to hotel, girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while Four on the floor, Ad Rock's out the door MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezin' with a whore We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back No sleep till No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn Ain't seen the light since we started this band MCA, get on the mic my man Born and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A. They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fine women Got limos, arenas, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes, get out of my way Taxing little girlies form here to L.A. Waking up before I get to sleep 'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week No sleep till No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn No sleep till Brooklyn