ROOT DOWN de Beastie Boys

Listado de Canciones

1. Root Down (Free Zone Mix)
2. Root Down

   Letra

   Yeah, I kick it root down I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how we gonna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down Yeah, how you wanna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down So how you gonna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down Gonna’ break it on down, gonna’ kick it root down It's not a put down I put my foot down And then I make some love, I put my root down I’m like sweetie pie by the stone alliance Everbody knows I'm known for dropping science ‘Cause I'm electric like Dick Hyman I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin' Never let you down with the stereo sound So, Mike, get on the mic and turn it out We're talking root down, I put my boot down (boot down) And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down (loot down) I said it’s root down, it's time to scoot down (scoot down) I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down (goose down) Come up representing from the upper west Money Making putting me to the test Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest (yeah, Mike it, Mike it) Well, I'm not coming out goofy like the fruit of the loom guys Just strutting like The Meters with the “Look-ka Py Py" Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born But when the snow is fallin’, then I am gone (oh weee) You might think that I'm a fanatic A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic So break it to the root when we kick it on down Jimmy Smith is my man, I want to give him a pound I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how you wanna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Cause how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down So how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down (yeah) Well, Adrock (huh) Don't stop, come on Just get on the mic with the tic and the toc I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like brim I'm walking down your block and you say that's him There goes the guy with the funky sound The Beastie Boys, you know we come to get down Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick And say “Oh my god, that's the funky shit! So I’m-a pass the mic and cause a panic (yeah) The original nasal kid is doing damage Every morning I took the train to High Street Station Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation On the way back up, hearing battle tapes Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes Like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee There's one you should know, (yeah) Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due MCA, grab the mic and ma bell will connect you Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight "If dancin' prays to the lord then I will feel alright" It feels good to play a little music (music) Tears running down my face ‘cause I love to do it (love to do it) And no one can stop this flow from flowing on A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone (yeah) I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom (yeah) For bringing me into this world and so on I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Yeah, how you wanna kick it? Gonna kick it root down So how we gonna rock it? Gonna rock it root down Break it on down, gonna kick it root down Yeah, that shit's on down And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario And that's a record, that's a record to Mario
3. Root Down (PP Balloon Mix)
4. Time To Get Ill1:59

   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
5. Heart Attack Man2:08

   Letra

   Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Som Ball Walking Down The Stairs And Then He Starts To Fall Add On Two Joints And Then He Starts To Sweat Two Hundred Seventy Five Punds That You Can't Forget Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Spend All Your Money On Your Health Insurance Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Keep On Getting Bigger Because You Know That You Can Why Do You Force Yourself On Top Of That Girl Laugh With All Your Buddies Because It's A Man's Man's World Someday That Shit Will Come Back To You You've Been Throwing Your Weight Around And Your Shit Is Through Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Going Nowhere, Got No Master Plan Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Heart Attack Weighs In At Two Seventy Five Yeh My Man Is Lucky To Be Alive Smokin' And Drinkin' Too My Man The Heart Attack Man Is Gonna Be Running Over You Got No God Damn Respect Had To Put The Big Big Bitch-Ass In Check Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Lungs Full Of Tar And A Stomach Full Of Spam Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man Time To Change Your Ways Heart Attack Man What do we know about partying or anything else?
6. The Maestro3:14

   Letra

   Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know---I am the maestro [Speech] I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! [Routine, then speech] Who is the man.
7. Sabrosa2:53

   Letra

   instrumental
8. Flute Loop1:39

   Letra

   Moon Me! So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up 'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash And You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making Cash I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K. Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The Soul Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In The Grape Ape I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It And So The Story Goes On And On Down In S.D. 50 'till Early Morning
9. Time For Livin'1:58
10. Something's Got To Give4:58