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Beastie Boys
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Intergalactic (Colleone & Webb Remix) [2009 Remaster]
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Another dimension, another dimension
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
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 to the very last mile
Well, if you battle me, I will revile People always sayin' my style is wild You've got gall, you've got guile (guile) To step to me, I'm a rapophile
If you wanna battle, you're in denial Comin' from Uranus to check my style Go ahead; put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile
Jazz and AWOL, that's our team Step into the party, disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream
Well, I gotta keep it goin', keep it goin' full steam Too sweet to be sour; too nice to be mean Well, on the tough guy style, I'm not too keen Trying to change the world, I will plot and scheme
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Mario C likes to keep it clean (clean) Goin' to shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping 'cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes
Now when it comes to envy, ya'll is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine ('tine) Another dimension, new galaxy Intergalactic planetary
We're 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
I am known to do the wop (wop) Also known for the Flinstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop (crop) Beastie Boys known to let the beat 'MMM, Drop!' Do it
Now when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop If my rap's soup, my beat is stock Step from the table when I start to chop I'm a lumberjack, DJ Adrock
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
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