Ill Communication — текст песни (Beastie Boys)

Putting Song Together Ain`t No Puzzle Like Yahtzee
Sending This Out To K-Rob And Rahmalzee
Let Me Introduce Myself On This Cut
I`m Ad Rock, I`m Lit Like A Motherfuck
Well, I`m Brewing Up Rhymes Like I Was Using A Still
I`ve Got An Old School Flow Like Mike McGill
`Cause Yauch`s On The Upright, The Shit Just Ain`t Funny
Got Fat Bass Lines Like Russel Simmons Steals Money
Got Clientele, You Know I Rock Well
And Then You`re On My Dick Because I`m D.F.L.
Yeah, Mike `Cause Playing The Bass Is My Favorite Shit
I Might Be A Hack On The Stand Up But I`m Working At It
I Get My Hair Cut Correct Like Anthony Mason
Then I Ride The I.R.T. Right Up To Penn Station
Penn Station Up On 8th Ave.
Listen All Y`all You get The Ball Bath
He`s Got The Savior Faire Because He`s Debonair
Mike D With The Vinyl With The Grooves So Rare
And The Rhymes That We`re Are Doo Doo

Been Makin` With The Freak Freak, So Unique
Been Learning From The Elders Now It`s Time To Speak
Oh That Shit Sounds Nice
Mike D Come On And Get It On Y`all
Talking Shit About A Mile A Minute
Put The Wax On The Table And Let The D.J. Spin It
Excuse Me Motherfuckers, Can I Beg Your Pardon
I`m Gonna See The Knicks At Madison Square Garden
And Like The Knicks I Got Game Like I Worked At Hasbro
On The Mic I Bug, Like I Was Prince Jazzbo
The Rhymes Are Stupid To Make You Go Coo-Coo
You Can`t Sleep `Cause You`re Little Cindy Loo Hoo
Down With The Hurra Since The Raising Hell Tour
Just Listen To His Cuts There`s No Reason To Tell More
Cyndy What I Didn`t Catch The Last One
That Shit Sounded Kinda Nice, But Bust A Fast One
Well I`m Not Known For My Speed Raps
So Grab The Microphone And Cut Out The Claps
Ah Yea, I Like That Shit Is Kind Of Rough
I`ll Grab The Microphone And Fuck It Up

I Might Seem Out There, A Little Deranged
I`ve Got To Cool Off, Catch Me On The Driving Range
Well I`m The Ladies` Choise Like I Was J.J. Evans
Legalize The Weed And I`ll Say Thank Heavens
I`m Talking P.G.A. Pro Tour 2
I`m Doctor Beppers In My T.V., In My Golfing Shoes
Pass Me An Iron And I`ll Bust A Chip Shot
Then You Throw Me Off The Green Because I`m Strictly Hip-Hop
I`ll Grab The Tee, I`ll Tee Off
I`ll Grab The Golf Clubs And I`m Off, I`m Audi- So Check Me
I`ve Got The Timbos On My Toes When I`m Not On The Green
I`ve Got The Costom Made Boots With The Spikey Things
I`m Working On My Driving `Cause I`m Going Pro
I`ve Got The Funky Fly Golf Gear From Head To Toe
Yea, The B-Boys Makin` With The Freak Freak
Mario`s Nagging Nonni`s About The Pesto Pizza
And Then He`s On A Mission And He`s Checking For Peacha



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