BEASTIE BOYS - 3 The Hard Way lyrics

rate me

Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models

Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains

Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell

At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L

We be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks

With the diamond stylus we cutting wax

We're the super elastic bubble plastic

Got ethereal material that's straight up classic

You try to vex reject but you should respect

Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx * 1

So don't start to flex up in the discotheque

Or we'll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rex

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

Your rhyme technique, it is antique

To all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques?

Que cosa fai? Come sta e?

Ho fato molte telefonate

Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza

Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh

Holler back challah bread... next

We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex

I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me

I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties

Time to count MC's in this place to be

Not five, not four, not two, just three

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

Round-house kick the mic out your hand

Drunken mantis, my name brand

So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand

I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scam

Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop

I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop

So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait

E.T. phone home now get the fuck out my face

You know we shake'em bake'em then we take'em

Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake'em

If you sell our CDs on Canal before we make'em

Then we will have no alternative but to serve you

on a platter like Steak'Em

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way