B-boys Makin' With The Freak Freak (beastie Boys) Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee 

Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee 

Let me introduce myself on this cut 

I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck 

Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still 

I've got an old school flow like Mike Mcgill 

Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny 

Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money 

Got clientele, you know I rock well 

And then you're on my dick because I'm d.f.l 

Yeah, Mike 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit 

I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working at it 

I get my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason 

Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station 

Penn Station up on 8th ave. 

Listen all why'all you get the ball bath 

He's got the savoir-faire because he's debonair 

Mike D with the vinyl with the grooves so rare 

And the rhymes that we're are doo-doo 

Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique 

Been learning from the elders now it's time to speak 

Oh that shit sounds nice 

Mike D come on and get it on why'all 

Talking shit about a mile a minute 

Put the wax on the table and let the DJ spin it 

Excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon 

I'm gonna see the Knicks at Madison Square Garden 

And like the Knicks I got game like I worked at Hasbro 

On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo 

The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo 

You can't sleep 'cause you're little Cindy Lou Who 

Down with the hurrah since the raising hell tour 

Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more 

Cindy what I didn't catch the last one 

That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one 

Well I'm not known for my speed raps 

So grab the microphone and cut out the claps 

Ah yea, I like that shit is kind of rough 

I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up 

I might seem out there, a little deranged 

I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range 

Well I'm the ladies' choice like I was J.J. Evans 

Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens 

I'm talking P.G.A. pro tour 2 

I'm Doctor Beppers in my TV, in my golfing shoes 

Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot 

Then you throw me off the green because I'm strictly hip-hop 

I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off 

I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm Audi so check me 

I've got the Timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green 

I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things 

I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro 

I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe 

Yea, the B-boys makin' with the freak freak 

Mario's nagging Nonni's about the pesto pizza 

And then he's on a mission and he's checking for Peach-a