Beastie Boys: Video Anthology2000

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.