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 counterfeit    I can play the drums, I can play guitar    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 scratch 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 rhythms for fanatic 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 rhythms rather write rhymes    He writes his and I write mine    Rock 'n roll rhythms 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 negros the got style    Oh...