Putting Shame In Your Game

Beatsie, Beatsie, 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 daylight G-E-T-L-I-V-E, alright Transhypnotic, robotic, can't stop it No limits to this style and you know you can't lock it First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it I've got the styles that are always in the pocket Well, like a bird floatin' 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, boomerangin' on back Well, I'm the king of Boggle, there is none higher I get eleven points off the word 'quagmire' Fools can't see me, that's how it is And that's how I like it and that's 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 daylight G-E-T-L-I-V-E, alright Time's an illusion as the moments race by Too fast to really grasp, though we may try Deny, 'til we die, ooh my-my These thoughts that mislead and then multiply Well, second by second and minute by minute It's like lotto, you have to be in it to win it Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise Lies tax to the max and they'll 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 That's why we can't all just get along We're all connected like a Lego set One equals one together like a croquette Whether we have or have not yet met Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't 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 daylight G-E-T-L-I-V-E, alright Non-stop hip-hop, non-stop hip-hop Non-stop hip-hop, non-stop hip-hop Well, you're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain The selfish ways just can't maintain But these are the breaks when you try and come fake Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked Well, I'm 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?" It's 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 It's gonna keep me happy like all day long So go and talk shit 'cause it just makes me strong Don't grease my palms with your filthy cash Multinationals spreadin' like a rash I might stick around or I might be a fad But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad Beatsie, Beatsie, 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 daylight G-E-T-L-I-V-E, alright