Beastie Boys: Video Anthology

Robot:
Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic. Another dimension. Another dimension.

Mike D:
Well now don't you tell me to smile. You stick around I'll make it worth your while. Got numbers beyond what you can dial. Maybe it's because I'm so versatile.

Ad-Rock:
Style profile I said. It always brings me back when I hear 'Ooh Child.' From the Hudson River out to the Nile. I run the marathon until the very last mile.

MCA:
Well if you battle me I will revile. People always say my style is wild. You've got gall, you've got guile. Step to me, I'm a rapophile.

Mike D:
If you want to battle you're in denial. Coming from Uranus to check my style. Go ahead put my rhymes on trial. Cast you off into exile.

Robot:
Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic.

Ad-Rock:
Jazz and AWOL; that's our team. Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene. When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend. I like my sugar with coffee and cream.

MCA:
Well I gotta' keep it going, keep it going full steam. Too sweet to be sour, too nice to be mean. Well on the tough guy style I'm not too keen. To try to change the world, I'll plot and scheme.

Mike D:
Mario C likes to keep it clean clean. Gonna' shine like a sunbeam beam. Keep on rappin' cause that's my dream. Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes.

Ad-Rock:
Now when it comes to envy, y'all is green. Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine. Another dimension, new galaxy. Intergalactic planetary.

Robot:
Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic.

MCA:
From the family tree of old school hip-hop. Kick off your shoes and relax your socks. The rhymes will spread just like a pox. 'Cause the music is live like an electric shock.

Mike D:
I am known to do the Wop. Also known for the Flintstone Flop. Tammy D getting biz on the crop. Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop

Ad-Rock:
Now when I wrote graffiti my name was Slop. If my rap's soup my beats is stock. Step from the tables when I start to chop. I'm a lumber jack; DJ Ad-Rock.

MCA:
If you try to knock me you'll get mocked. I'll stir fry you in my wok. Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop. Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock.

Robot:
Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic. Another dimension. Another dimension.

Ad-Rock:
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat. And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat.

Mike D:
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic. They'll be staring at the radio, stayin' up all night.

MCA:
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin'. I got a boat to eat shrimp in. Nothing wrong with my leg, I'm just B-boy limpin'.

Ad-Rock:
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float. My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat.

MCA:
'Ooh-ooh' is my disco call. I'm gettin' rope, y'all. Routines I bust, and the rhymes that I write. And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night.

Ad-Rock:
Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose, man. I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes.

Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D:
You heard my style, I think you missed the point; 'it's the joint.'

Ad-Rock:
Mike D, with your bad self running things. What's up with your bad breath onion rings.

Mike D:
Well, I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead. Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med.

Ad-Rock:
Make another record 'cause the people; they want more of this. Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz.

Mike D:
Hurricane, you got clout. Other DJs, he'll put your head out.

MCA:
A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme or do my thing. I'm in a lava lamp inside my brain hotel. I might be freakin' or peakin', but I rock well.

Ad-Rock:
The Patty Duke, the Wrench, and then I bust the Tango. Got more rhymes than Jamaica got mango.

MCA:
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump-a. 'Shake your rump-a.'

Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D:
A full clout, y'all, a full clout, y'all. And when the mic is in my mouth, I turn it out, y'all. A full clout.

Mike D:
Never been dumped, 'cause I'm the most mackinest. Never been jumped, 'cause I'm known the most packinest.

MCA:
Yeah, we've got beef, chief. We're knocking out teeth, chief. And if you don't believe us, you should question your belief, Keith.

Ad-Rock:
I'm like Sam the butcher, bringing Alice the meat. Like Fred Flintstone, driving around with bald feet.

Mike D:
Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it. In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet.

Ad-Rock:
Rope-a-dope dookies all around the neck. 'Who-ha, got them all in check.'

Mike D:
Running from the law, the press, and the parents. 'Is your name Michael Diamond?' - No, mine's Clarence.

MCA:
From downtown, Manhattan, the Village. My style is wild, and you know that it still is.

Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D:
Disco bag schlepping, and you're doing the bump. 'Shake your rump-a.'

Ad-Rock:
Good times gone, and you missed them. What's gone wrong in your system? Things they bounce, like a Spalding. What'd you think? Did you miss your calling? It's so free, this kind of feeling. It's like life, it's so appealing. When you've got so much to say; it's called gratitude. And that's right. [guitar solo] Good times gone, but you feed it. Hate's grown strong, you feel you need it. Just one thing, do you know you. What you think? That the world owes you? What's gonna set you free? Look inside and you'll see. When you've got so much to say; it's called gratitude. And that's right.

MCA:
I wish for peace between the races. Someday we shall all be one.

Ad-Rock:
Why fight yourself?

Mike D:
This one is called rectify.

MCA:
There's somethin' coming to the surface. There's fire all around. But this is all illusion. I've seen better days than this one. I've seen better nights than this one. Tension is rebuilding. Something's got to give. Someday we shall all be one.

Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA:
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop.

DJ Hurricane:
Mike D; come and rock the sure shot.

Mike D:
I've got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-Hoo. I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu. I'm a newlywed, I'm not a divorcee. And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey.

Ad-Rock:
Well, it's the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3. If you want a doody rhyme then come see me. I've got the savior faire with the unique rhymin'. I keep it on and on, it's never quittin' time.

MCA:
Strictly handheld is the style I go. Never rock the mic with the pantyhose. I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go. 'Cause at the boards is the man they call the Mario.

Mike D:
You pull up at the function and you know I'm Kojak. To all the party people that are on my bozak. I've got more action than my man John Woo. And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew.

Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA:
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop.

DJ Hurricane:
Ad-Rock; come and rock the sure shot.

Ad-Rock:
Hurricane will cross-fade on your ass and bust your eardrums. Listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears. I'm fresh like Doug E. when I get my specs. And on the microphone I come correct.

MCA:
Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop. Well, top-notch is my stock on the soapbox. I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs. And that's a lot because I've got my share.

Mike D:
I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it. I gotta straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much sick sh*t. Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes. I'll have to step back, I gotta contemplate.

Ad-Rock:
Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very. On, rock the microphone, and then I'm gone. I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard. Never quittin', so won't you listen.

Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA:
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop.

DJ Hurricane:
MCA; come and rock the sure shot.

MCA:
I want to say a little something that's long overdue. The disrespect to women has got to be through. To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends. I want to offer my love and respect to the end.

Mike D:
Well, you say I'm twenty-something and I should be slacking. But I'm working harder than ever and you could call it macking. So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV? I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD.

Ad-Rock:
Well, I'm that kid in the corner. All f***ed up and 'I-wanna-so-I'm gonna.' Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quittin'. Think I'm-a change up my style just to fit in?

MCA:
I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic. I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic. To send my rhymes out to all the nations. Like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communication.

Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA:
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop.

DJ Hurricane:
Keep on and rockin' the sure shot.

Ad-Rock:
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya. There never was a city kid truer and bluer. There's more to me than you'll ever know. And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh.

Mike D:
Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman, or Tom Foolery. Date women on TV with the help of Chuck Woolery. Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon. And I'm always out looking for a female companion.

MCA:
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib. I took off her moccasins and put on the bib. I'm wheelin' and dealin', I make a little bit of stealing. I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling.

Ad-Rock:
Your body's on time and your mind is appealing. Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling. Such and such will be the bass that I'm throwing. I'm talking to a girl telling her I'm all-knowing. Well, she's talking to the kid. I'm telling her every lie that you know that I never did.

Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA:
Hey ladies. Get funky.

Mike D:
Well, me in the corner with a good-looking daughter. I dropped my drawers and said "Welcome back Kotter." We was cutting up the rug, she started cutting up the carpet. In my apartment, I begged her please stop it.

Ad-Rock:
The gift of gab is the gift that I have. And that girl ain't nothing but a crab. Educated? No. Stupid? Yep. And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh.

MCA:
I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in Charge. I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large. With the white sassoons and the looks that kill. Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville.

Ad-Rock:
Then I met a little cutie, she was all hopped up on zootie. I liked the little cutie, but I kicked her in the booty. 'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around. You be listening to my records, a number one sound.

Mike D:
Just step to the rhythm, step to the ride. I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside? Tune in, tune on, to my tune that's live. Ladies flock like bees to a hive.

Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA:
Hey ladies. Get funky.

Mike D:
She's got a gold tooth, you know she's hardcore. She'll show you a good time, then she'll show you the door. Break up with your girl, it ended in tears. Vincent Van Gogh, go and mail that ear.

Ad-Rock:
Call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinkin'. The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinkin'. Said come on over, it was me that she missed. I threw that trashcan through her window 'cause you know I got dissed.

Mike D:
Your old lady left you and you went insane. You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train. Well, take my advice at any price; a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak, man.

MCA:
Sucking down pints 'til I didn't know. Woke up in the morning at the one Ton Ho. 'Cause I announce, I like girls that bounce. With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce. Girls with curls, and big long locks. And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks.

Mike D:
Walking high and mighty like she's number one. 'She thinks she's the passionate one.'

Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA:
Hey ladies. Get funky.

Ad-Rock:
I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger. An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger.

Mike D:
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out. He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout.

MCA:
24 is my age and 22 is my gauge. I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm goin' off in a rage.

Ad-Rock:
'Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission. Had a small problem with the transmission.

Mike D:
Three on the tree in the middle of the night. I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight.

MCA:
Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad. You bought the coins on the street Holmes, and you know you got had.

Ad-Rock:
Because it's all high spirit, you know you gotta hear it. Don't touch the mic, baby, don't come near it. It's gonna get ya.

Ad-Rock, Mike D, MCA:
Looking down the barrel of a gun. Son of a gun, son of a b*tch. Getting paid, getting rich.

Mike D:
Ultra-violence be running through my head. Cold medina, y'all, makin' me see red. Rapid fire Louie, like Rambo got bullets. I'm a die harder, like my man Bruce Willis.

MCA:
I love girlies, waxin' and milkin'. Co-ordinating trip is my man Dave Scilken.

Ad-Rock:
Pre-determined destiny is who I am. You got your finger on the trigger, like the Son of Sam. I am like Clockwork Orange, goin' off on the town. I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down.

Mike D:
Well, I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all curse words. Expressing my aggression through my schizophrenic verse words. You're a headless chicken chasin', a sucker freebasing. You're looking for a fist to put your face in.

Ad-Rock, Mike D, MCA:
Well, get hip, get hip, don't slip, you knuckleheads. Racism is schism on a serious tip.