Nonstop Disco Powerpack - Beastie Boys: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Nonstop Disco Powerpack was released on April 27, 2011 by Capitol Records as a part of the album Hot Sauce Committee, Pt. Two

Song Details

AlbumHot Sauce Committee, Pt. Two

Release DateApril 27, 2011

LabelCapitol Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM100

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Beastie Boys

Recorder

Jon Weiner

Recorder

Andre Kelman

Recorder

Michael Diamond

Michael Diamond

Vocals

Adam Yauch

Vocals

Adam Horovitz

Vocals

Mix Master Mike

Mix Master Mike

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Michael Diamond

Michael Diamond

Composer

Adam Yauch

Composer

Adam Horovitz

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Beastie Boys

Mixing Engineer

Philippe Zdar

Mixing Engineer

Vlado Meller

Mastering Engineer

Mark Santangelo

Mark Santangelo

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Well how you feeling, Ad-Rock?

Well I'm feeling well

Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell

[Verse 2]

Well how you feeling, Mike D?

Well I feel all good

All day, it's how we play in the neighborhood

[Verse 3]

Well how you feeling, MCA?

Well I feel right

I speak my words on the track 'cause the track sounds tight

[Verse 4]

Well if you're feeling good and you're feeling right

Uh, somebody step up and grab the mic

[Verse 5]

Now hello everybody and how you been?

It's Ad-Rock rappin' on the microphone again

I got grace, class, style, finesse and debonair

Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just don't care

The MC whisperer, kinda like a trainer

I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer

Like macaroni 'cause their shit sound cheesy

Watch how it's done, boy, it looks easy

I'm the non-stop going off, king pin, microphone boss

Do my own thing, you can't afford the cost

Of my rhyme style, take you through a turnstile

'Cause I'm live and direct and I'm wicked and wild

Because I'm back on a roll, got total control

I flow like the water out your toilet bowl

Your style is cheap, boy, just like a Dutch

You know you're not smokin' on the microphone much

There's a certain special talent that I never lack

Huh-ha, huh-ha and that's a fact

'Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac

You better break a wishbone 'cause we're never wack

Said we're never that and that is that

We're the nonstop disco powerpack!

Uh, that's right, we go all night

Who gonna be next to bless the mic?

[Verse 6]

Now this is the way we run it down

We getting you high on the funky sound

This is the way we get it on

B-Boys in the house till the break of dawn

[Verse 7]

See I mix my style up like a cement mixer

Smooth and fix ya, like a rhyme elixir

I said, "Yo, sound man, make Mike's mic louder"

"Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder"

I max and relax, champagne, mojito

Don't go commando, don't know bandito

Je m'appelle Michel Pérignon

Me and Claude in the chateau and we got it going on

Quincy's in the hot tub like it's '73

Looking over his shoulder and he's looking at me

I'm all white in the face, towel around my waist

What's up with that watch inside the glass case?

I go to make my move, sneak out of the place

Undetected, not leaving a trace

Party's done, microphone's wrecked

Wine's been drunk and heads been checked

I see one last profiterole and make my play

And pass the microphone to MCA

[Verse 8]

Nonstop, on the top, and you clock, when we rock

Never fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip-hop

(So c'mon everybody get down... yeah)

[Verse 9]

Now it's a spot check, hit the deck, count down

'Cause I'ma break it down for you, how we run it down

Pound for pound, keep the bass lines round

I seen you watchin', clockin', jockin' my sound

But for real, I'm real glad I grew up in hip-hop

Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Bop"

It meant a lot spinning on my Walkman

Shout out to the African Bam

And to the S to the P the double O-N-Y

The one MC who you can't deny

I'd listen to the records and they'd inspire

Sit down to write and the pen breathes fire

Construct a rhyme with specific intent

Flowin' from the brain cells right to the pen

And then I put the book down, grab ahold the mic

Words flowin' so cold turn water to ice

Come through the wire, saturate the tape

You put me in the mix, nice it up with the plate

And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store

The DJ spin the record out on the dance floor

Comin' through the speakers to shake your eardrum

Brain cells get lit then you hear where we're comin' from

[Verse 10]

Well Ad-Rock (Huh) get it on

We wanna rock the house until the break of dawn

Mike D (Huh) get it on

We wanna rock the house until the break of dawn

And MCA (Yeah?) get it on

We wanna rock the house until the break of dawn

Beatsie Boys in the house don't stop

Written by: Adam Horovitz, Adam Yauch, Michael Diamond

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