Beastie Boys - Long Burn the Fire lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Long Burn the Fire lyrics]
This is it y'all, some nasty shit's for ya
Bring it
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the
Goblins in "Troll 2"
'Cause, I'm the type of MC
With the most pizzazz
You're stealing my book like
I was Grandmaster Caz
Got rhymes about antihistamines
And analgesics
Rhyme about expectorants, y'all don't see it
Soothsayer, not a player, rhymesayer extreme
Burn like fire when I step on the scene
I got shark's teeth so I can bite your head
I got tiger's claws that'll scratch you dead
I got wings like a dragon
When I'm flying above
Shoot venom from my eyes when
It's time to get rough
So step back and check yourself
This MC's got weapons that'll
Ruin your health
So if you're feeling strong
Then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my
Mic is my sword, sword, sword
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Now it's Ad-Rock rappin', I'm back again
Like a Big Mac attack on
Your gut and that's wack, my friend
I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin'
I take that shit serious
Like Jerome to grillin'
I burn you to a crisp, sucker
Back up off the toaster
I make you sick like at Kenny Rogers Roaster
See this rap thing is
All about the braggadocio
I check my rearview, MCs ain't gettin' closer
People think I'm slow cause
I'm just I'm underchallenged
See me, you're like, "Man
That's remarkable talent"
Live 'round the clock like Disco Donut
I'm like a tailor 'cause I
Got the thing sewn up
Or a proctologist, I move asses
Got so much heat that I
Fog your mom's glasses
Proof is in the pudding and
The pudding's in my pants
You heard me rappin' now watch me dance
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn, long burn long burn, long burn
Save the date for when they hoist
Our number to the rafters
Above the haters, you can hear our laughter
Like Willis Reed or Elton John
We done been in the game
And our game's still on
It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation
Just holding it down like the Gravitation
To all the heads that said, "No can do"
Ad-Rock's in the bath filled
With chocolate fondue
Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini
Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini
"Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?"
Or running wild like rats in the Taco Bell
On the mic I spit, the match it's lit
Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt
Making music for librarians to burly jocks
The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks
Bring it
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the
Goblins in "Troll 2"
'Cause, I'm the type of MC
With the most pizzazz
You're stealing my book like
I was Grandmaster Caz
Got rhymes about antihistamines
And analgesics
Rhyme about expectorants, y'all don't see it
Soothsayer, not a player, rhymesayer extreme
Burn like fire when I step on the scene
I got shark's teeth so I can bite your head
I got tiger's claws that'll scratch you dead
I got wings like a dragon
When I'm flying above
Shoot venom from my eyes when
It's time to get rough
So step back and check yourself
This MC's got weapons that'll
Ruin your health
So if you're feeling strong
Then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my
Mic is my sword, sword, sword
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Now it's Ad-Rock rappin', I'm back again
Like a Big Mac attack on
Your gut and that's wack, my friend
I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin'
I take that shit serious
Like Jerome to grillin'
I burn you to a crisp, sucker
Back up off the toaster
I make you sick like at Kenny Rogers Roaster
See this rap thing is
All about the braggadocio
I check my rearview, MCs ain't gettin' closer
People think I'm slow cause
I'm just I'm underchallenged
See me, you're like, "Man
That's remarkable talent"
Live 'round the clock like Disco Donut
I'm like a tailor 'cause I
Got the thing sewn up
Or a proctologist, I move asses
Got so much heat that I
Fog your mom's glasses
Proof is in the pudding and
The pudding's in my pants
You heard me rappin' now watch me dance
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free
Long burn, long burn long burn, long burn
Save the date for when they hoist
Our number to the rafters
Above the haters, you can hear our laughter
Like Willis Reed or Elton John
We done been in the game
And our game's still on
It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation
Just holding it down like the Gravitation
To all the heads that said, "No can do"
Ad-Rock's in the bath filled
With chocolate fondue
Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini
Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini
"Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?"
Or running wild like rats in the Taco Bell
On the mic I spit, the match it's lit
Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt
Making music for librarians to burly jocks
The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks