LICENSED TO ILL de Beastie Boys

Listado de Canciones

1. Rhymin & Stealin4:08
2. The New Style4:35

   Letra

   And on the cool check in Center stage on the mic And we're 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 Down with Adrock 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 B-E-A-S-T-I-E (What up Mike D?) Ah 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! Father to many, married to none And in case you're unaware I carry a gun Stepped into the party The place was overpacked Saw the kid that dissed my home and shot him in the back Man, I had to get a beeper cause my phone is tapped You better keep your mouth shut cause 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 If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page The girlies I like are underage Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike My father, he's jealous cause I'm making that green I've got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I been (There it is) Kick it! 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 Taxing all females from coast to coast And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most We ragtag 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'm fly at Fatburger when I'm way out west K-I-N-G-A-D whammy All the fly 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 a wooly and I watched Columbo 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 cursing Twenty-two 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, 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 Adrock Well, I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice On the checkin' at the party on the Forty Deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
3. She's Crafty3:35
4. Posse In Effect2:26

   Letra

   Yes, yes, y'all - you don't stop You keep it on - and shockin' the place Well I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wild A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Moose I'm schoolin' in the boys' room - coolin' by the locker All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker Punk in the hall - man I should of oughtta hit him Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best While you were at a party - your girlfriend fessed I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious Fly around the world - but it makes me nauseous Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week I got to the party - and I did the freak I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda I'm a Def Manhattan killer - a rhyme driller A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser The turntables - up on the drum riser The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter I know that I'm fly man there's no need to flatter I travel around the globe - it's keeping girlies dizzy My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy y'all You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted 4Cheaper than a hot do with no mustard You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted I'm from downtown the city of Manhattan I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin' My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do And we got more rhymes than your damn crew Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it Word.
5. Slow Ride2:56

   Letra

   They got a committee to get me off the block 'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to White Castle and we got thrown out I got my boy Mike D. - I got the King Adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud So I reached in the Miller cooler - grabbed a cool Bud Slow riding, gun hidin' on the go I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow I'm the king of the classroom - coolin' in the back My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack She chased me out of class she was strapped with a ruler Went to the bathroom - rolled myself a wooler With bottle in hand at the microphone stand A. yo homeboy - what you drinkin' man I got money, I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythms, I got rhymes I got the girlies with the Def behinds I got ill, I got busted I got dust and I got dusted I got gold, I got funky I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey Because I'm hard hittin' always biten cool as hell I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell Sittin' around the house gettin' high and watchin' tube Eating Colonel's chicken drinkin' Heineken brew I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster I'm the king of the Ave. I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have All the fly ladies are making a fuss But I can't pay attention 'cause I'm on that dust
6. Girls2:13

   Letra

   GIRLS!!! All I really want is girls And in the morning it's girls Cause in the evening it's girls I like the way that they walk And it's a chill to hear them talk And I can always make them smile From White Castle to the Nile Back in the day There was this girl who ran away She liked my home-piece M.C.A. He said he would not give her play I asked him, "Please?" - he said, "You may." Her pants were tight and that's ok If she would dance - I would D.J. We took a walk down to the bay I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!" I asked her out - she said, "No way!" I should have probably guessed they're gay So I broke north with no delay I heard she moved real far away That was two years ago this May I saw her just the other day Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay Girls - to do the dishes Girls - to clean up my room Girls - to do the laundry Girls - and in the bathroom Girls - that's all I really want is girls Two at a time - I want girls With new wave hairdos - I want girls I ought to whip out my - girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!
7. Fight For Your Right3:27

   Letra

   You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to paaaaaaaaaaaaaarty You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Busted!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonnawear I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice)
8. No Sleep Till Brooklyn4:06
9. Paul Revere3:40

   Letra

   Here's a little story I gots to tell, about three bad brothers you know so well. It started way back in history with Adrock, MCA and me, Mike D. I been had a little horsey named Paul Revere. Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer. Ridin' cross the land, kickin' up sand. Sheriff Posse is on my tail cuz I'm in demand. One lonely Beastie I be, all by myself without nobody. The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat. The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat. Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy. His name is MCA, I said "howdy", he said "hi." He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed. Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst. The brew was in my hand, and he was on my tip. His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for asip. He said "Can I get some?" I said "You can't get none." I had a chance to run, but he pulled out his shotgun. Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead. He put the gun to my head and this is what he said: "My name is MCA, I got a license to kill. I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill. So what do we have here? And outlaw and his beer. I run this land, you understand, I've made myself clear." We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin. As if this story's over, but it's ready to begin. "I've got the gun, you've got the brew. You've got two choices of what you can do. It's not a tough descision as you can see. I can blow you away or you can ride with me." I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border. The Sheriff is after me for what I did to his daughter. I did it like this, I did it like that. I did it with the whiffle ball bat. So I'm on the run, the cop's got my gun. Right about now it's time to have some fun. The King Adrock, that is my name, and I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." We rode for six hours then we hit the spot. The beat was-a-bumpin' and the girlies was hot. This dude was starin' like he knows who we are, so we took the empty spot next to him at the bar. MCA said "Yo, you know this kid?" I said I didn't but I know he did. The kid said, "Get ready, cuz this ain't funny. My name is Mike D and I'm about to get money." He pulled out the jammey, aimed it at the sky. He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" And let two fly. Hands went up and people hit the floor. He wasted two kids that ran for the door. "I'm Mike D and I get respect. Your cash and your jewelery is what I expect." MCA what with it, and he's my ace, so I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face. The piano player's out, the music stopped. This boy had beef, and he got dropped. Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold. I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.
10. Hold It Now, Hit It3:26
11. Brass Monkey2:37

    Letra

    Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey, here's how you feel You put your left leg down, your right leg up Tilt your head back, let's finish the cup M.C.A. with the bottle D. rocks the can Ad-Rock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moët, we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go we bring the Monkey with us Adrock drinks three Mike D. is D. Double R. foots the bill most definitely I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well I got a castle in Brooklyn, that's where I dwell Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey 'Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace When it's time to get ill I pour it on my face Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice Come on y'all, it's time to get nice Coolin' by the lockers, gettin' kind of funky Me and the crew, we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by, she gave me the eye I reached in the locker, grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it with the Monkey, mixed it in the cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip, the girl she gave me lip It did begin, the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey Step up to the bar, put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around Take a sip, you can do it, you get right to it We had a case in the place and we went right through it You got a dry Martini thinking you're cool I'll take your place at the bar, I smack you off your stool I'll down a '40 Dog in a single gulp And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin' Def, def, girls, girls, all y'all jockin' The song and dance keeping you in a trance If you don't buy my record I got my advance I drink it, I think it, I see it, I be it I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it We got the bottle, you got the cup Come on everybody, let's get ffffff... Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey
12. Slow And Low3:38

    Letra

    (chorus) Let it flow - let yourself go Slow and low - that is the tempo It's never old school - all brand new So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu Not like a fever - not like a cold The beats are clear - the rhymes are bold So don't see a doctor or see a nurse Just listen to the music - first things first First of all - get off the wall It's time to party so have a ball Because we slowed it on down - so get the hell up Like a volcano I'll erupt We got determination - bass and highs White Castle fries only come in one size What you see is what you get And you ain't seen - nothing yet (repeat chorus) I do not sing - but I make a Def song You could live your whole life - and I hope you live long On the Gong Show we won't get gonged We're the Beastie Boys - not Cheech and Chong Strong as an ox - fresh out the box The crowd is so live - they're coming in flocks And when we go on - the crowd goes off It's all hard rock - there's nothing soft (repeat chorus) We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. makes three And we can do it like this in the place to be When I'm recorded - you'll be rewarded I know my song is Def 'cause you all applauded Not P.C.P. or L.S.D. - just me Mike D. in the place to be This is not free - you must pay a fee Cash on delivery like a C.O.D. (repeat chorus) The beat is slow in order to dance I wanna hear I dos and no I can't First you move your legs - and then your arms It's not fast and nervous - this dance is calm It's truly stable and you ought to be able To dance to the record when it's on the turntable (repeat chorus)
13. Time To Get Ill3:37

    Letra

    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 Because I'm out on bail the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. 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 M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on 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 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 Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. I've got a license to kill What's the time? it's time to get ill 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 O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. 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 I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay and you sir, 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 cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? it's time to get ill