Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys - 3 The Hard Way lyrics
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Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L We be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks With the diamond stylus we cutting wax We're the super elastic bubble plastic Got ethereal material that's straight up classic You try to vex reject but you should respect Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx * 1 So don't start to flex up in the discotheque Or we'll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rex We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Come sta e? Ho fato molte telefonate Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh Holler back challah bread... next We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties Time to count MC's in this place to be Not five, not four, not two, just three We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way Round-house kick the mic out your hand Drunken mantis, my name brand So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scam Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait E.T. phone home now get the fuck out my face You know we shake'em bake'em then we take'em Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake'em If you sell our CDs on Canal before we make'em Then we will have no alternative but to serve you on a platter like Steak'Em We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way