Beastie Boys - Time to Get Ill lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Time to Get Ill lyrics]
What's the time? It's time to get ill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill
So what's the time? It's time to get ill
Now what's the time? It's time to get ill
I'm not the type of person who
Likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic, I just say my rhymes
And I'm out on bail, the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life
And I won't go to jail
I'm cool, calm, collected
From class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D, and MCA
We're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's the time? It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by
That funky-ass bass
Your girlfriend screams when MCA's
In the place he stumbles in the room with
The Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' in the spot
At the microphone stand
I'd have the pedal to the metal
If I had a car
But, I'm chiller with the Miller
Cold coolin' at the bar
I can drink a quart of
Monkey and still stand still
What's the time? It's time to get ill
Yeah look-lookin'-look-look-look-look
Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time
Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time
Deee went outside my house
I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime, I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than Phyllis Diller
MCA takes a stand, man, you're in command
Homebody, turn it out and don't give a damn
Man my name is MCA
I've got a license to kill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill
I'm Mr ed the famous Mr ed
Riding down the block…uh uhh
Riding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin' just
As chill as I can
Coolin' on the corner with a forty of OE
'Cause me and MCA we're down with Mike D
Man, when I run a jam, I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing bass, I say, "Thank you
Ma'am" fuel injected, rhyme connected
Running things
Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock and I'm
The king of all kings
I'm looking for a spot
Things are gettin' hot
I'm MCA, I'm here to stay, and you sir
You are not oh, no, it could not be
It's such a sight to see
It's such a trip, you're on my tip
So listen to Mike D my work is my play
Because I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike D, as you can see, man
I can do the jerk
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, it's chill
What's the time? It's time to get ill
Now what's the time? It's time to get ill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill
So what's the time? It's time to get ill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill
So what's the time? It's time to get ill
Now what's the time? It's time to get ill
I'm not the type of person who
Likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic, I just say my rhymes
And I'm out on bail, the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life
And I won't go to jail
I'm cool, calm, collected
From class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D, and MCA
We're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's the time? It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by
That funky-ass bass
Your girlfriend screams when MCA's
In the place he stumbles in the room with
The Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' in the spot
At the microphone stand
I'd have the pedal to the metal
If I had a car
But, I'm chiller with the Miller
Cold coolin' at the bar
I can drink a quart of
Monkey and still stand still
What's the time? It's time to get ill
Yeah look-lookin'-look-look-look-look
Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time
Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time
Deee went outside my house
I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime, I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than Phyllis Diller
MCA takes a stand, man, you're in command
Homebody, turn it out and don't give a damn
Man my name is MCA
I've got a license to kill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill
I'm Mr ed the famous Mr ed
Riding down the block…uh uhh
Riding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin' just
As chill as I can
Coolin' on the corner with a forty of OE
'Cause me and MCA we're down with Mike D
Man, when I run a jam, I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing bass, I say, "Thank you
Ma'am" fuel injected, rhyme connected
Running things
Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock and I'm
The king of all kings
I'm looking for a spot
Things are gettin' hot
I'm MCA, I'm here to stay, and you sir
You are not oh, no, it could not be
It's such a sight to see
It's such a trip, you're on my tip
So listen to Mike D my work is my play
Because I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike D, as you can see, man
I can do the jerk
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, it's chill
What's the time? It's time to get ill
Now what's the time? It's time to get ill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill
So what's the time? It's time to get ill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill