Beastie Boys, Mix Master Mike - Unite lyrics
[Beastie Boys, Mix Master Mike - Unite lyrics]
Geesh! Yeah, all the time
New school, old school (a'ight)
Keep it on and on
Uhh, yeah
Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so
You know me well
We be kickin' bass, all up in your face
And when it comes to beats, well
I'm the rhythm ace
Now if you check my pulse
It beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye?
I got to do my thing and that's no lie
Well, ice is cold and fire is hot
When it comes to competition
We've got them locked u-N-I T-E
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe
One can wonder why, but can't deny
If we could work it out, it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me, party people
What's your Zodiac sign?
Breakdancers of the world, unite!
"Oh shit… yeah"
Bboys of the world, unite! "Well wicked"
I went inside the deli, and my man's like
What? I write the songs that make
The whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So, Ssshhh, we keep it raw on the set
Automation, circulation
This is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks
And it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please
Drive the lane?
Now rhymes are mantequilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind
Clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath, then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass, you best use soap
People of the world, you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin down with the boogaloo flu
"Explain to me really what doctors must do"
Ravers of the world, unite! Come on now
We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes, best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down
I've got the terminator style with
A touch of the tweak
Technics 1200's, I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
I wear permanent press so I'm always creased
Mike D with the rump shakin' action
Do it like this for the intergalaction
I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In Money-Makin', it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule
In the next millennium
I'll still be old school
High roller, big baller
I call 'em crullers but you
Know they're called crawlers
I keep it movin' to the broad daylight
Bgirls of the world, unite! (a'ight)
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Ha ha haha ah, with the rump shakin' action
New school, old school (a'ight)
Keep it on and on
Uhh, yeah
Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so
You know me well
We be kickin' bass, all up in your face
And when it comes to beats, well
I'm the rhythm ace
Now if you check my pulse
It beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye?
I got to do my thing and that's no lie
Well, ice is cold and fire is hot
When it comes to competition
We've got them locked u-N-I T-E
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe
One can wonder why, but can't deny
If we could work it out, it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me, party people
What's your Zodiac sign?
Breakdancers of the world, unite!
"Oh shit… yeah"
Bboys of the world, unite! "Well wicked"
I went inside the deli, and my man's like
What? I write the songs that make
The whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So, Ssshhh, we keep it raw on the set
Automation, circulation
This is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks
And it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please
Drive the lane?
Now rhymes are mantequilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind
Clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath, then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass, you best use soap
People of the world, you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin down with the boogaloo flu
"Explain to me really what doctors must do"
Ravers of the world, unite! Come on now
We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes, best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down
I've got the terminator style with
A touch of the tweak
Technics 1200's, I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
I wear permanent press so I'm always creased
Mike D with the rump shakin' action
Do it like this for the intergalaction
I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In Money-Makin', it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule
In the next millennium
I'll still be old school
High roller, big baller
I call 'em crullers but you
Know they're called crawlers
I keep it movin' to the broad daylight
Bgirls of the world, unite! (a'ight)
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Ha ha haha ah, with the rump shakin' action