Paul Revere

Now here's a little story I got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Ad-Rock, MCA and me, Mike D Been had a little horsey named Paul Revere Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer Ridin' 'cross the land, kickin' up sand Sheriff's posse's on my tail 'cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself without nobody The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy His name is MCA, I said, "Howdy," he said, "Hi" He told a little story that sounded well-rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand, and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?", I said, "You can't get none" Had a chance to run, pulled out his shotgun Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said "Now my name is MCA, I got a license to kill I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill Now what do we have here, an outlaw and his beer? I run this land, you understand? I've made myself clear" We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over, but it's ready to begin Now, I've got the gun, you've got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision, as you can see I can blow you away, or you can ride with me I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this, I did it like that I did it with the whiffleball bat" So I'm on the run, the cop got my gun And right about now it's time to have some fun The King Ad-Rock, that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne We rode for six hours, then we hit the spot The beat was a-bumpin', and the girlies was hot This dude was starin' like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar MCA said, "Yippee-yo, you know this kid?" I said, "I didn't," but I know he did The kid said, "Get ready, 'cause this ain't funny My name's Mike D and I'm about to get money" Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly Hands went up and people hit the floor He wasted two kids that ran for the door "I'm Mike D, and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" MCA was with it, and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face Piano player's out, the music stopped His boy had beef, and he got dropped Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold