Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot   Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got   We keep the party movin' to the broad day light   G E T L I V E alright      Trans hypnotic robotic can't stop it   No limit to this style you know you can't lock it   First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it   But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket      Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze   Every thought in the mind is a planted seed   So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack   Before you know it they're boomeranging on back      I'm the king of boogle there is none higher   I get 11 points off the word quagmire   Fools can't see me and thats how it is   And thats how I like it cause thats my biz      Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot   Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got   We keep the party movin' to the broad day light   G E T L I V E alright      Times an illusion as the moments race by   Too fast to really grasp though we may try   Deny, till we die, ooh my my   These thoughts that mislead and then multiply      Second by second and minute by minute   It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it   Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise   Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin' those vibes      So tell me what you need that you have got   Fiending on power will make your blood clot   It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong   Thats why we can't all just get along      Were all connected like a Leggo set   One equals one together like a croquette   Whether we have or have not yet met   Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat      Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot   Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got   We keep the party movin' to the broad day light   G E T L I V E alright      Well you're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain   The selfish ways just can't maintain   But these are the breaks when you try and come fake   Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked      I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12   I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf   You be like 'Hello Nasty where you been'   It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon      I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on   I get so hyped when I hear this song   It's gonna keep me happy like all day long   So go and talk shit 'cause it just makes me strong      Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash   Multinationals spreading like a rash   I might stick around or I might be a fad   But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad      Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot   Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got   We keep the party movin' to the broad day light   G E T L I V E alright      Can't get enough of that funk, funk   Can't get enough of that funk, funk   Can't get enough of that funk, funk      Junior