Beastie Boys Lyrics
Beastie Boys Lyrics
"Rhymin' And Stealin' Lyrics"
Little Miss Queen Of Darkness Lyrics
Well I met her accidentally, In a little discotheque. And she acted oh so friendly To every fella that she met. And her hair was hanging down, Like a bright and silver machine[?]. Little Miss Queen of Darkness Dancing night and day. Little Miss Queen of Darkness
Well I met her accidentally, In a little discotheque. And she acted oh so friendly To every fella that she met. And her hair was hanging down, Like a bright and silver machine[?]. Little Miss Queen of Darkness Dancing night and day. Little Miss Queen of Darkness
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest
(chorus) Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey
Habit Lyrics
Scene One Curtain up. See the couple, coffee shop Beatniks beating out beebop Rainy day, skies are grey But the couple feeling gay Boy is laughing at her joke Girl, embarrassed, takes a smoke She should quit, yes she knows But she's happy as she blows Down t
and the fly name plateScene One Curtain up. See the couple, coffee shop Beatniks beating out beebop Rainy day, skies are grey But the couple feeling gay Boy is laughing at her joke Girl, embarrassed, takes a smoke She should quit, yes she knows But she's happy as she blows Down t
We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
(repeat chorus)
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
And lo, I witnessed the vast seas rise forth like a great ravenous beast, a devouring maelstrom of cataclysmic fury; and the gleaming spires and citadels of proud, ancient Atlantis were consumed, to gleam no more... save in the dreams of sorcerers and warriors... aye, and poets and kings.
I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking
Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
(repeat chorus)
I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun
I fought the law and I cold won
Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded - I shot
THE STRANGER SONG Lyrics
(from the album 'SONGS OF LEONARD COHEN') It's true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
(repeat chorus)
Most dusted out B-Boy, I'm torchin' my dust
Most thinkinest B-Boy, I'm doing the thinking
Most rhyminest B-Boy, I'm stretching my shades
Most shootinest B-Boy, I'll sink your ship
Most robbinest B-Boy, I'll see you in the street, homeboy
Most taxinest B-Boy, I'll tax you, boy
Most illinest, stealinest, villianest B-Boy, tax it on y'all squares
YEAH!
(from the album 'SONGS OF LEONARD COHEN') It's true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
(repeat chorus)
Most dusted out B-Boy, I'm torchin' my dust
Most thinkinest B-Boy, I'm doing the thinking
Most rhyminest B-Boy, I'm stretching my shades
Most shootinest B-Boy, I'll sink your ship
Most robbinest B-Boy, I'll see you in the street, homeboy
Most taxinest B-Boy, I'll tax you, boy
Most illinest, stealinest, villianest B-Boy, tax it on y'all squares
YEAH!