Lyrics Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys

Rock Hard

We're we're we're

We're the b-boys, we don't regret

There's nothing wrong with your TV set

We're a gettin loose

We couldn't be harder

Our beats are bigger and better and longer

Got real rock shit

You must admit

Not fake, not false, not counterfit

I can play the drums, I can play gituar

Not just b-boys, but real rock stars

Rock, rock rock...

When we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck

You'll walk the plank for your dis

Respect, respect, respect...

If you front on the Rock, best run and hide

If you got static, we'll take it outside

And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys

Use real rock beats, show off big toys

Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds

So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud

Loud...

A, then scrach it...

Heavy metal tension running through your blood

Too much rock step off the pud

Too much treble mid-range and bass

The beat's so hard it'll dick your face

You'll crush out hard rock hard beats hard

Rock cold rythms for fanitic freaks

Some people say this has been done

We're hear we're now

And the battles won

Fists...

Fists of fury in an MC bout

Rock so hard it'll knock you out

The very first blow is a kick in the snout

The beat's so def that you better beware

When you're talkin' bass right in your face

The walls crumble down, destroying the place

The finishing touch is the bokasat-slam

The final blow in the five finger jam

Some...

Sometimes I write rythms rather write rhymes

He writes his and I write mine

Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and ronkis

We're from Manhatten, you're from Secaucus

Mike D AdRock and MCA

Not before long I can hear you say

In a way these boys got juice

They're goin' off you know they love to get loose

Get loose get loose...

Poose

Gettin' the Ad Ad AdRock

MCA Mike D. in the place to be

The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy

That's right

Uh, Uh

In the place to be

You know it, you know it

AdRock, uh uh

When the party gets loose

Slop one, slop one

And your goin' the boots

Everybody gettin' trouble

LOV on the New York C.

Double R double R

Better off the by

Just takin' off the jile

Like I lost my style

Gonna' grab my rhyme

All the nigros the got style

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