Nonstop Disco Powerpack Lyrics - Hot Sauce Committee Pt. 1 - Beastie Boys

How you feeling Adrock? 

Well I'm feeling well 

Bonafide qualified with a story to tell 

How you feeling Mike D? 

Well I feel all good 

All day it's how we play in the neighborhood 

Well how you feeling MCA? 

Well I feel right 

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

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

Somebody step up and grab the mic 

Now hello everybody and how you been 

It's Adrock 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 sounds cheesy 

Watch how it's done b'woy 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 turn-style 

'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 toiler 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 non-stop disco power pack uh 

That's right we go all night 

Who gonna be next to bless the mic 

Now this it the way we run it down 

We getting you high on the funky sounds 

This is the way we get it on 

B-Boys in the house till the break of dawn 

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 Perignon 

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 that glass case? 

I got to make my move sneak out the place 

Undetected not leaving a trace 

Party's done microphones werecked 

Wines been drunk and heads been checked 

I see one last profitable and make my play 

And pass the microphone to MCA 

Non-stop, on the top, and you lock, when we rock 

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

So come on everybody get down, yeah 

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' jockin' clockin' 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 and brain cells right through the pen 

And then I put the book down grab a hold 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 

Well Adrock (huh) get it on 

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn 

Mike D (huh) get it on 

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn 

MCA (ayah) get it on 

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn 

Beastie Boys in the house don't stop