We're we're we're 
We're the b-boys, we don't regret 
There's nothing wrong with your TV set 
We're a gettin loose 
We couldn't be harder 
Our beats are bigger and better and longer 
Got real rock shit 
You must admit 
Not fake, not false, not counterfit 
I can play the drums, I can play gituar 
Not just b-boys, but real rock stars 
Rock, rock rock... 

When we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck 
You'll walk the plank for your dis 
Respect, respect, respect... 
If you front on the Rock, best run and hide 
If you got static, we'll take it outside 
And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys 
Use real rock beats, show off big toys 
Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds 
So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud 
Loud... 
A, then scrach it... 
Heavy metal tension running through your blood 
Too much rock step off the pud 
Too much treble mid-range and bass 
The beat's so hard it'll dick your face 
You'll crush out hard rock hard beats hard 
Rock cold rythms for fanitic freaks 
Some people say this has been done 
We're hear we're now 
And the battles won 

Fists... 
Fists of fury in an MC bout 
Rock so hard it'll knock you out 
The very first blow is a kick in the snout 
The beat's so def that you better beware 
When you're talkin' bass right in your face 
The walls crumble down, destroying the place 
The finishing touch is the bokasat-slam 
The final blow in the five finger jam 

Some... 
Sometimes I write rythms rather write rhymes 
He writes his and I write mine 
Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and ronkis 
We're from Manhatten, you're from Secaucus 
Mike D AdRock and MCA 
Not before long I can hear you say 
In a way these boys got juice 
They're goin' off you know they love to get loose 
Get loose get loose... 
Poose 
Gettin' the Ad Ad AdRock 

MCA Mike D. in the place to be 
The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy 
That's right 
Uh, Uh 
In the place to be 
You know it, you know it 
AdRock, uh uh 
When the party gets loose 
Slop one, slop one 
And your goin' the boots 
Everybody gettin' trouble 
LOV on the New York C. 
Double R double R 
Better off the by 
Just takin' off the jile 
Like I lost my style 
Gonna' grab my rhyme 
All the nigros the got style 
Oh...