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Dude, the Beasties tickets go on sale tomorrow, and to celebrate we are having a contest today. Which rhymes with Horray!
First the good news for all. The Beastie Boys will be at the Greek on August 20 playing those sweet jams from their new cd The Mix-Up that came out yesterday, a collection of instrumental jazzy funky tunes that harken back to The In Sound From Way Out!.
Pre-sale happens tomorrow at 10am, the password is MIXUP.
Because the Beasties are one of our favorite bands ever, we will be giving away a Beastie Boys prize pack for one lucky winner. Just register to comment and then leave your favorite Beasties rhyme in the comments. The whole song is not necessary, just your favorite lines.
The winner will receive the following:
1 copy of "The Mix-Up" CD
1 copy of "The In Sound From Way Out!" CD
1 copy of "The Sounds of Science" CD
1 "The Mix-Up" mobile (as in a thing you hang from the ceiling, not a thing you use as a phone)
1 "The Mix-Up" sticker
Unregistered commentors (guests) will not be considered. It will be a random pick for the winner, so don't be afraid that your favorite rhyme wont be ours. We just wanna see what you love about the Beasties.
We will stop taking entries as of July 3, so make it happen people!
Also if you want to listen to the new album, Spinner is streaming The Mix-Up all week. So check check check it out.
Beastie Boys, "Rat Cage" from The Mix Up
Beastie Boys, "Off the Grid" from The Mix Up
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She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore/
She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door/
Break up with your girl it ended in tears/
Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear.
High Plains Drifter
Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price
So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
I made my getaway and I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star
Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car
Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap
Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry
I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night
I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right
Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire
you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
Outta the car longhair your goose is cooked
Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked
droppin' science like gallileo dropped the orange
Well yo ya say fuck that, yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the King AdRock and you're Dick Butkis
I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun
I fought the law and I cold won
Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded - I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
last verse from rhymin & stealin. a brilliant display of teen angst with a hint of literary and pop culture.
OK, before I post the lyrics can I say that the very first concert I ever attended was Beastie Boys and RUN DMC at the Greek in 1987 (opening act was Davy-D). I still have the Together Forever T-shirt on which both groups pose together (including DJ Hurricane).
That being said, it is impossible to pick one lyric or song as the best so I'm going with the song I'd most like to hear right now: High Plains Drifter.
Pulled over to the river to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track
I Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack
Long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display
Check out the odometer and I was on my way
Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get
A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette
Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed
I'm Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes
Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
Spend another night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks
Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter
Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job
I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
I left my car outside and the engine still revvin'
Time to get busy at 7-Eleven
Then I went inside to make my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to take it all
Sorry, I couldn't break up that verse!!! Oh, and, for all you Carvel lovers out there:
These pussy crumbs are making me itch!
Ah Cookypuss, HEY! Ah Cookypuss
Maybe I should scratch
xoxo,
PG
WOW! If I was single I'd want to meet Noah!
Weighs In At 275
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
She's Crafty
She gets around
She's crafty
She's always down
The girl is crafty like ice is cold.
Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit
So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It
I'm rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age 22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
One more for me:
Living in the rat race smoking rat weed
You reap what you sow when you plant the seed
Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto
Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto
From The Album Check Your Head.
Song: Somethings Got To Give.
I Wish For Peace Between The Races
Someday We Shall All Be One
Why Fight Yourself
This One's Called Rectify
There's Something Coming To The Surface
There's Fire All Around
But This Is An Illusion
Because I saw you at the checkout line
You dropped your coupons and you were lookin fine
Sophisticated, and so mature
I couldn't really care if you're fifty, or seventy four
Because I wantcha, and I need ya
Hey boomin granny you could be my teacher
And I could be ya pet, bet
Listen old lady I could make ya sweat
I know I'm younger, and your much older
You look so nice on my Chevy Nova
I'ma take you to the low rider show, and flauntcha
I gotta tell ya lady I said I wantcha, boomin granny
Because I need you, boomin granny
I'm a writer, a poet
A genius, I know it
I don't buy cheeba, I grow it (I'm a farmer)
People always trying to get next to me
I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy
I smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizers
Because I had to deal with the money hungry misers
Had tha 'caine filled Kool with my man Rush (Rush)
Saw my teeth fall in the sink, when I started to brush
You'll be doing nose candy on the Bowie coke mirror
My girlie asked for some and I pretended not to hear
You can't deny me, you always want to try me
Yo holmes, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Home boy, throw in the towel
Your girlie got dicked by Ricky Powell
The godfather of soul in the belly of the beast
for smoking that dust at St. Anthony's feast
Schematics, blueprints and microfilm
Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm
'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier
And this extends beyond the Tri-State area
Omnipresent and omnipotent
My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
This means huge compared to very small
You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall?
'Cause these rhymes are 200 proof
They're like anvils lined up on a roof
Waiting to drop on your corny melon
'Cause were not buying what you're selling
First you want to battle then you start to whine
You're looking hungry, it must be snack time
So run home where you feel safe
But don't sleep Cochise
I'm in your crawlspace...
So many wack MC's you get the TV bozack
Ain't even gonna call out your names 'cause you're so wack
But one big oaf who's faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'cause you're wack son
Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an MC at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped you're rockin' rewind pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like the pencil to the paper I got more to come
One after another you can all get some
So you better take your time and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting what I write y'all
And that's wrong y'all over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're frontin' it all...
so like a pimp I'm pimpin'
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg I'm just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
Sam I am down with the program
Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam
Come Halloween you know I come strapped
I throw it at a sucker K-pap
You made the mistake you judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
You woke up in the morning with a peculiar feeling
You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
Families puck rocks the businessman
I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand
Not like the crack that you put in a pipe
But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe
Here's to "Putting Shame In Your Game":
"I'm the king of Boggle
There is none higher
I get 11 points off the word 'quagmire'"
Roses are red the sky is blue
I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
Cause you know why a you see H.
I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place
Takin' life as it comes no fool am I
I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
Know a lot of def girls that'll do anything
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
People come up to me and they try to talk shit man
I was making records when you were sucking on your mother's dick
I got lucky I brought home a kitten
Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten
I put the pen to the paper and I went off
I'm dropping knowledge and wisdom like a mad head dog
Step into the function 'cause I'm representing
Lyrics on the brain and they sit fermenting
I try to go and learn the give and the go
Free up my mind let loose with the lyric flow
Trying to get back, get back, get back, right
Trying to stay positive and feeling alright
It's times like this when I just can't stop
Can't wind your body without the body rock
Got schemes schematics blue prints on file
You gotta have dreams to make it all worthwhile
So as I take my time and realign
I wonder what it is I hope to find
I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast
But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast
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Dogs love me cause I'm crazy sniffable
I bet you never knew I got the ill peripheral
In your home I'm cloned I'm on your headphones
I love it when you spazz out all alone