Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
 We keep the party movin to the broad day light
 g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
 Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it
 No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
 First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
 But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
 Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
 Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
 So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
 Before you know it they're boomeranging on back
 I'm the king of boogle there is none higher
 I get 11 points off the word quagmire
 Fools can't see me and that's how it is
 And that's how I like it cause that's my biz
 Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
 Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
 We keep the party movin to the broad day light
 g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
 Time's an illusion as the moments race by
 Too fast to really grasp though we may try
 Deny, till we die, ooh my my
 These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
 Second by second and minute by minute
 It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it
 Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
 Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes
 So tell me what you need that you have got
 Fiending on power will make your blood clot
 It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
 That's why we can't all just get along
 We're all connected like a Leggo set
 One equaling one together like a croquette
 Whether we have or have not yet met
 It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat
 Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
 Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
 We keep the party movin to the broad day light
 g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
 You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
 The selfish ways just can't maintain
 But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
 Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
 I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
 I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
 You be like hello nasty where you been
 It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon
 I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
 I get so hyped when I hear this song
 It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
 So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong
 Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash
 Multinationals spreading like a rash
 I might stick around or I might be a fad
 But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad
 Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
 Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
 We keep the party movin to the broad day light
 g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
 Junior