Текст (слова) песни: Beastie Boys - Putting Shame In Your Game

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
Transhypnotic robotic cant stop it
No limits to this style you know you cant lock it
First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
But Ive 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 theyre boomeranging on back
Im the king of boogle there is none higher
I get 11 points off the word quagmire
Fools cant see me and thats how it is
And thats how I like it cause thats 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

Times 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
Its like lotto you gotta be in it to win it
Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
Lies tax to the max and theyll 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
Thats why we cant all just get along
Were all connected like a Leggo set
One equaling one together like a croquette
Whether we have or have not yet met
It aint no thing and it aint 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

Youre caught in a panic and its rattled your brain
The selfish ways just cant maintain
But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
Dont come with the rhymes that you just half baked
Im 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
Its 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
Its gonna keep me happy like all day long
So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong
Dont grease my palm with your filthy cash
Multinationals spreading like a rash
I might stick around or I might be a fad
But I wont 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

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