Beatsie Beatsie 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   Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it   No limits 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 that's how it is   And that's how I like it cause that's my biz   Beatsie Beatsie 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      Time's 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   That's why we can't all just get along   We're all connected like a Leggo set   One equaling one together like a croquette   Whether we have or have not yet met   It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat   Beatsie Beatsie 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      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   Beatsie Beatsie 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   Junior