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    Time To Get Ill

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    Time To Get Ill
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      About "Time To Get Ill"

      Lyrics for Beastie Boys - "Time To Get Ill"

      What's the time?
      It's time to get ill
      And what's the time?
      It's time to get ill
      So what's the time?
      It's time to get ill
      Now what's the time?
      It's time to get ill

      I'm not the type of person who like to waste my time
      And when I'm on the mic I just say my rhymes
      And I'm out on bail, the check is in the mail
      They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
      I'm cool calm collected, from class I was ejected
      Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. we're rarely disrespected
      I got all the time that I need to kill
      What's that time?
      It's time to get ill

      You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass
      Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place
      He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand
      Cold chillin' in the spot at the microphone stand
      I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car
      But I'm chiller with the Miller, cold coolin' at the bar
      I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still
      What's the time?
      It's time to get ill

      Went outside my house I went down to the deli
      I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
      I got rhymes galime, I got rhymes galilla
      And I got more rhymes than Phyllis Diller
      M.C.A. takes a stand, man you're in command
      Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn
      My name is M.C.A. I've got a license to kill
      And what's the time?
      It's time to get ill

      Riding down the block with my box in my hand
      Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can
      Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E.
      'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D.
      When I run a jam I don't give a damn
      When I'm throwing bass I say, "Thank you ma'am."
      Fuel injected, rhyme connected running things
      Well I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings
      I'm looking for a spot, things are gettin' hot
      I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay and you sir, are not
      Oh no, it could not be, it's such a sight to see
      It's such a trip, you're on my tip so listen to Mike D.
      My work is my play, because I'm playing when I work
      My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can do the jerk
      M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. it's chill
      What's the time?
      It's time to get ill

      Now what's the time?
      It's time to get ill
      And what's the time?
      It's time to get ill
      So what's the time?
      It's time to get ill
      Now what's the time?
      It's time to get ill

      SONGWRITERS:
      RUBIN, RICK / HOROWITZ, ADAM / DIAMOND, MICHAEL / YAUCH, ADAM
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