Foot on the pedal never ever false metal. Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle. My job’s ain’t a job it’s a damn good time. City to city I’m running my rhymes. On location touring around the nation. Beastie Boys always on vacation. Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable. I do what I do best because I’m illing and able. Ain’t no faking your money I’m taking. Going coast to coast watching all the girlies shaking. While you’re at the job working nine to five. The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kickin’ it live.
|Rest in peace MCA|