Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike D
Mike D
Drums
Eric Bobo
Eric Bobo
Percussion
Ad‐Rock
Vocals
James Biggs Moore III
James Biggs Moore III
Sampled Artist
Kurtis Blow
Kurtis Blow
Sampled Artist
Lawrence Smith
Lawrence Smith
Sampled Artist
MCA
MCA
Vocals
Michael Urbaniak
Michael Urbaniak
Sampled Artist
Money Mark
Money Mark
Keyboards
Robert Ford
Robert Ford
Sampled Artist
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Sampled Artist
The Free Movement
The Free Movement
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Songwriter
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Songwriter
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Songwriter
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Producer
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Producer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Letra

I don't get blind, I don't drink wine I took a sledge hammer and I broke my nine Because my life is mine, word is bond I rhyme And every day I write the book down line by line I'm feeling good when I do it like this So come on and turn it up because you can't resist Because I'm back with another track in which you lack 'Cause things is wack and that's a fact Because I'm on time, you're shouting rewind You know, it's Ad-Rock that's blowing your mind My shit is rough and you know it is so damn tough I'm getting intense, not talking nonsense I made up my mind, not sitting on the fence I don't always know the right from the wrong Do my best to figure it out and work it out in the long I try to do a lot, more than I can chew I balance out my ambitions what I got to do Check it, better believe it, y'all Check it, better believe it, y'all This is rough and tough 'Cause you hide in broad day light, a parasite A hypocrite, you take a peek quick You turn your nose up (what), you think you're high up You play it real safe and now your shit's fake I seen you hawking and then you clock my style And then you try to play it off like you think you're wild D.I.Y., that means do it yourself I don't sit around waitin' for someone's help I don't sit back and say, "Good enough" I keep on striving, reinventing, keepin' it off the cuff So I kick the level up cuhootnified Mackadocius vibes, positively fortified I'm throwing rhymes down, kickin' them downtown Traveling high speed through the underground I kick it freestyle, make it worth your while I've got shelves of rhymes that I keep on file I'm feeling good now, back home again Well, New York City is the city that I feel at home in A blast from the Grasshoff, awhile it's been Stepping into the future again Uh, and now I'm straight from 88 To 93 to 94, I'm out the door Step into the party with the FILA fresh gear People looking at me like I was David Koresh here Kicking rhymes from the heart 'cause that's where I'm at Fuck the bullshit, be it far from me to pop that In the search for truth, I go a lot of ways There's not a lot of peace that I find these days I try to stay cool, I try to stay calm But my life is getting hectic like a smoke bomb So I'll say it like the group Huggy Bear There's a boy-girl revolution of which you should be aware You can't diss me, it ain't worth it, B You put yourself down and you don't even see 'Cause I don't play that, I know who I am For a minute I did but now I'm back again I'm feeling strong, see, trust myself, G Well, I stopped smoking cheeba and that was part of the key We, we've got fire, we need water There ain't no water, so I guess I ought to Leave you broke in a comatose state of mind And I'm blind and I'm working overtime, so check it I keep my rhymes in my little black book And I know you wanna take another look This is rough and tough
Writer(s): Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Mario Caldato Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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