Álbum LICENSED TO ILL de Beastie Boys - Canciones


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  1. Rhymin & Stealin 4:08
  2. The New StyleVer letra 4:35


    letra de The New Style

    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

    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 Crafty 3:35
  4. Posse In EffectVer letra 2:26


    letra de Posse In Effect

    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

  5. Slow RideVer letra 2:56


    letra de Slow Ride

    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

    Músicos invitados: Danny Lipman (Horns), Danny Lipman (Percussion), Nelson Keene Carse (Horns), Nelson Keene Carse (Percussion), Tony Orbach (Horns), Tony Orbach (Percussion)
  6. GirlsVer letra 2:13


    letra de 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 RightVer letra 3:27


    letra de Fight For Your Right

    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 Brooklyn 4:06
    Músicos invitados: Kerry King (Lead Guitar)
  9. Paul RevereVer letra 3:40


    letra de Paul Revere

    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.

    Composición: Adam Horovitz, Darryl McDaniels, Joseph Simmons, Rick Rubin
  10. Hold It Now, Hit It 3:26
  11. Brass MonkeyVer letra 2:37


    letra de Brass Monkey

    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 LowVer letra 3:38


    letra de Slow And Low

    (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)

    Composición: Darryl McDaniels, Joseph Simmons, Rick Rubin
  13. Time To Get IllVer letra 3:37


    letra de 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
    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

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