Apparaît dans

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Biz Markie
Biz Markie
Rap
Mike D
Mike D
Batterie
Eric Bobo
Eric Bobo
Percussion
Ad‐Rock
Chant
MCA
MCA
Chant
Money Mark
Money Mark
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Composition
Adam Horovitz
Adam Horovitz
Composition
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Composition
Mark Ramos Nishita
Mark Ramos Nishita
Composition
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Composition
Daryl Hall
Daryl Hall
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Production
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Production
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Do it, ah, let's do it Ah, let's do it, ah, let's do it Ah, let's do it, ah, let's do it Ah, let's do it with the disco fluid Well, like the Blackbyrds I'm-a do it fluid I'm building rhymes like buildings like a Stonehenge druid Step up and get enlightened, educating the mind I play the tape forward, it's not time to rewind Step inside the motherfucker and I get my flow on Amalgamating styles so I've got something to grow on Seasons change when it comes their time Falls brings the winter and on back to springtime Well, it's the King Ad-Rock and that's who I am Listen all of y'all, I'm not the Son of Sam 'Cause I'm thin and I don't grin But check it out people 'cause I loves to go and swim Caught up on the phone, fiber optic distraction Information super highway got the brain contraction I'm the Kung Fu master vs. The Sumo wrestler Got the beats in Manhattan you can hear in Westchester Well, my mother was born out in Coney Island Raised on the LES, Manhattan Island My dad came out from Detroit and they had me And then back through Ellis Island goes the family tree Well, I'm a six point seven on the Richter Scale I've got rhymes gallore and then I never fail Like gravy to potatoes, Luke to Darth Vader I'm a souped-up sucker and I'll see you all later Let's do it, ah, let's do it Ah, let's do it, do it, do it, do it Let's do it, ah, let's do it Ah, let's do it, do it, do it, do it You see me comin' down the block with the funky cuts You say, "Hey, Mike D" and I say, "Mike deez nuts" I've got attractions like I'm Elvis Costello Adam Yauch, you grab the mic cause you know you're my mellow Well, when I get it into the zone I'm gonna take it to a place where I'm all alone Well, when I got my shit with my rhyme style's kicking My brain is flowing honest like Abe Lincoln 'Cause I'm the fuckin' rhythm ace with the rhyme selection Listen all of y'all, I rap with perfection Because I got the motherfuckin' old school flavor That you savor, so watch your behavior Talking other dimensions, levels higher Why did Billy Joel say, "We Didn't Start the Fire" Take you to another realm, ugh, another level I've got the funky rhymes but I'm not the funky devil I step from minute to minute, lifetime to lifetime Step from stage to stage to see it all unwind Slowly but surely I seek to find my mind And every wall that I face is of my own design Glendale Boulevard, boulevard Glendale Boulevard, that's where I'm at It's where I'm at, where I live, check it-check it out Because my head is like a sieve and, yo, we turn it out Do it, let's do it With your mind, put your body into it Let's do it, let's do it With your mind, put your body into it Let's do it, let's do it With your mind, put your body into it Let's do it A'ight, we got the funk Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah We got the funk Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah What the, we got the f-f-funk Rrrrr! We got the funk We got the funk
Writer(s): Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Mark Ramos Nishita, Adam Horovitz, Marcel Theo Hall, Michael Louis Diamond, Mario Caldato Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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