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    The New Style

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    The New Style

      About "The New Style"

      Lyrics for Beastie Boys - "The New Style"

      And on the cool check in
      Center stage on the mic
      And we're puttin' it on wax
      It's the new style

      Four and three and two and one (What up!)
      And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!)
      Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
      And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
      Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
      I'm not surprised you're on my dick

      Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.
      Ah yeah, that's me
      I got franks and pork and beans
      Always bust the new routines
      I get it, I got it, I know it's good
      The rhymes I write, you wish you would

      I'm never in training, my voice is
      Not straining
      People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
      So I went into the locker room during classes
      Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
      You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
      You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'

      There it is, kick it!!!

      Father to many, married to a nun
      And in case you're unaware I carry a gun
      Stepped into the party, the place was over packed
      Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and shot him in the back
      I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
      You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
      I got money in the bank, I can still get high
      That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
      I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
      Their father had Aids so I shot him in the head
      If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
      The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!)
      Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like
      I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
      My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
      I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been

      There it is, kick it!!!

      You want to know why, because I'm
      October 31st, that is my date of birth
      I got to the party and you know what I did the Smurf
      Taxing all females from coast to coast
      And when I get my fill I'm chilly most
      We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
      And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
      I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
      But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west
      K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
      All the fly ladies are on my jammy
      Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
      Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
      I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt
      I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
      Spent some bank, I got a high powered jumbo
      Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo

      Let me clear my throat
      Kick it over here baby pop
      And let all the fly skimmies,
      Feel the beat drop

      Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
      Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
      A lot of beer, a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing
      Twenty-two automatic on my person
      Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
      My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
      Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
      We got the kind of voices that are in your face
      Like the bun to the burger, like the burger to the bun
      Like the cherry to the apple, to the peach to the plum
      I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
      I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King Adrock
      I'm Mike D., I got all the fly juice
      On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
      Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
      Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads

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