Beastie Boys, Mix Master Mike - Putting Shame in Your Game lyrics

[Beastie Boys, Mix Master Mike - Putting Shame in Your Game lyrics]

Beatsie Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin'
Live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party moving
To the broad daylight g-E T-L-IV-E, alright

Transhypnotic, robotic, can't stop it
No limit's to this style and 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

Well, 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, boomeranging on back

Well I'm the king of Boggle
There is none higher


I get eleven points off the word 'quagmire'
Fools can't see me, that's how it is
And that's how I like it and that's my biz

Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all types of shame in
The game you got we keep the party moving to
The broad day light g-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright

Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast to really grasp, though we may try
Deny 'til we die, ooh my-my
These thoughts that mislead and then multiply

Well, second by second and minute by minute
It's like lotto
You have to be in it to win it
Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise
Lies tax to the max and
They'll be feeling 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
That's why, We can't all just get along

We're all connected like a Lego 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

Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in
The game you got we keep the party moving
To the broad daylight g-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright

Non-stop Hip-Hop, non-stop Hip-Hop
Non-stop Hip-Hop, non-stop Hip-Hop

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

Well 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 palms 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

Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin'
Live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in
The game you got we keep the party moving to
The broad day light g-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright

Our sound is the nicest
It's the sweetest sound
Our sound is the nicest
It's the sweetest sound
Can't get enough of that f-f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-funk

Junior

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