Alright Hear This Lyrics - Ill Communication - Beastie Boys

Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up 

And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in 

And then I turn it out, got the body rockin' sound 

And then you know I'm gonna get down and 

Eat a Scooby snack and take disco nap 

Because I'm shopping at sears, 'cause I don't buy at the gap 

Sending this one out to all the funky inspirations 

Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations 

Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line 

Trying to put what I feel into word and rhymes 

I've got a feeling coming on, I've got to make some shit 

A little something stupid, for the twisted and sick 

Because I drive like a maniac on the streets 

And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats 

Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and 

Right to left and I'm death defying 

I spin my fortune on a wheel like Sajak 

Here's the payback keep going strong like since the way back 

I try to be myself but I lose track 

'Cause the shit gets complicated now I've got to get back 

As we learn to breed love for one another 

In these times of melding cultures 

I give respect for what's been borrowed and lent 

I know this music comes down from African descent 

Because I don't need a magic potion 

Let me talk about back field in motion 

My girls got cheeks for weeks and I'm happy 

You know I'm a sneak like my old grand pappy 

I gotta give thanks to my man Archie Shepp 

For staying true to inspiration and I don't half step 

So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am 

And I talk to the people like Les McCann 

I ask God for a rhyme or two 

A little something for the wise as well as the fool 

A little something to affect a little taste of change 

For the together and the strong as well as the deranged 

I'll do you right like bobby knight 

And then I'm rapping on the mic to the Broadway light 

Stomp my hands, I clap my feet and 

I'm bugging off Yusef Lateef 

I got a match to my ass and I'm a keep it lit 

I need to get some cash, call my accountant Britt 

I'm rushing around town taking care of my functions 

Always got one more thing so forget about function 

We create this world and the problems go on 

Create our lives and the things that go wrong 

So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen 

To what it is you want and for what you're wishing