Álbum ROOT DOWN de Beastie Boys - Canciones
ROOT DOWN
1995 | 
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El EP ROOT DOWN funciona como una celebración y una expansión de una de las canciones más emblemáticas de su aclamado álbum "Ill Communication". Este trabajo, por lo tanto, se articula en torno al tema de funk-rap "Root Down", presentando la versión original junto a varias remezclas y una potente grabación en directo. De esta manera, el EP permite al oyente sumergirse por completo en el universo de la canción, explorando diferentes facetas de su irresistible "groove".
Además, el lanzamiento se completa con otras piezas instrumentales y en directo de la misma época, mostrando la increíble energía de la banda sobre el escenario. Por consiguiente, "Root Down" no es un simple disco de singles, sino un complemento perfecto a su álbum principal. Por esta razón, es una pieza muy apreciada por sus seguidores, un testimonio de la faceta más funk y orgánica de Beastie Boys en la cima de su poder como banda en directo.
Listado de canciones del álbum ROOT DOWN
- Root Down (Free Zone Mix)
- Root DownVer letra
[X]letra de Root Down
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 - Root Down (PP Balloon Mix)
- Time To Get IllVer letra 1:59
[X]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 - Heart Attack ManVer letra 2:08
[X]letra de Heart Attack Man
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? - The MaestroVer letra 3:14
[X]letra de The Maestro
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. - SabrosaVer letra 2:53
[X]letra de Sabrosa
instrumental - Flute LoopVer letra 1:39
[X]letra de Flute Loop
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 - Time For Livin' 1:58
- Something's Got To Give 4:58
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El EP ROOT DOWN funciona como una celebración y una expansión de una de las canciones más emblemáticas de su aclamado álbum "Ill Communication". Este trabajo, por lo tanto, se articula en torno al tema de funk-rap "Root Down", presentando la versión original junto a varias remezclas y una potente grabación en directo. De esta manera, el EP permite al oyente sumergirse por completo en el universo de la canción, explorando diferentes facetas de su irresistible "groove".
Además, el lanzamiento se completa con otras piezas instrumentales y en directo de la misma época, mostrando la increíble energía de la banda sobre el escenario. Por consiguiente, "Root Down" no es un simple disco de singles, sino un complemento perfecto a su álbum principal. Por esta razón, es una pieza muy apreciada por sus seguidores, un testimonio de la faceta más funk y orgánica de Beastie Boys en la cima de su poder como banda en directo.
[X]
Yeah, I kick it root downletra de 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
[X]
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my timeletra de Time To Get Ill
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
[X]
Drink A Six Pack And Then You Play Som Ballletra de Heart Attack Man
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?
[X]
Who is the man coming down your blockletra de The Maestro
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.
[X]
instrumental letra de Sabrosa
[X]
Moon Me!letra de Flute Loop
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