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!
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 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
 Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
 You better keep your mouth shut because I'm fully strapped
 I got money in the bank, I can still get high
 That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
 I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
 Their father had envy, so I shot him in the head
 And if I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page
 The girlies I like are underage (shh, check it!)
 Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like
 I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
 My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green (what up?)
 Got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I've been
 There it is, kick it!
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 You wanna know why? Because I'm-
 October 31st, that is my date of birth
 I got to the party, you know what I did? The Smurf
 Taxin' all the females from coast to coast
 And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most
 We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
 And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
 I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
 But I fly to Fat Burger when (when he's) I'm way out west (check it)
 K-I-N-G A-D-whammy!
 All the fine ladies, they're on my jammy
 Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
 Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
 I met a girl at the party, and she started to flirt
 I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt (check it)
 Spent some bank, got a high-powered jumbo
 Rolled up the wooly (what he do?) And I watched Colombo
 Let me clear my throat
 Kick it over here, baby, pop
 And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat
 Mmm, drop!
 Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
 Just me and my posse and MCA
 A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of cursin'
 22 automatic on my person
 Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
 My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
 Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
 We got the kind of voices that are in your face
 Like the bun to the burger and like the burger to the bun
 Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
 I'm the King of the Ave, and I'm the king of the block
 Well, I'm MCA, and I'm the King Ad-Rock
 Well, I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice
 On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
 Walkin' down the block with the fresh fly threads
 Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
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 Brooklyn!