Paul Revere Lyrics - Licensed To Ill - Beastie Boys

Now here's a little story I've got to tell 

About three bad brothers you know so well 

It started way back in history 

With Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.) 

I had a little horse named Paul Revere 

Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer 

Riding across the land kicking up sand 

Sheriff's posse on my tail 'cause I'm in demand 

One lonely Beastie I be 

All by myself without nobody 

The sun is beating down on my baseball hat 

The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flat 

Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy 

His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi" 

He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed 

Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst 

The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip 

His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and he asked me for a sip 

He said, "Can I get some?" 

I said, you can't get none! 

Had a chance to run 

He pulled out his shotgun 

He was quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead 

He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, 

"Now my name is M.C.A., I've got a license to kill 

I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill 

Now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer 

I run this land, you understand, I make myself clear." 

We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin 

You think this story's over but it's ready to begin 

"Now I got the gun, you got the brew 

You got two choices of what you can do 

It's not a tough decision as you can see 

I can blow you away or you can ride with me" 

I said, I'll ride with you if can get me to the border 

The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter 

I did it like this, I did it like that 

I did it with a whiffleball bat 

So I'm on the run, the cop's got my gun 

And right about now it's time to have some fun 

The King Adrock that is my name 

And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." 

We rode for six hours the we hit the spot 

The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot 

This dude was staring like he knows who we are 

We took the empty spot next to him at the bar 

M.C.A. Said, (Yo, you know this kid?) 

I said, I didn't, but I know he did 

(The kid said) Get ready cause this ain't funny 

My name's Mike D. And I'm about to get money. 

Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky 

He yelled, (Stick 'em up!) and let two fly 

Hands went up and people hit the floor 

He wasted two kids that ran for the door 

"I'm Mike D. And I get respect 

Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" 

M.C.A. Was with it and he's my ace 

So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face 

The piano player's out the music stopped 

His boy had beef and he got dropped 

Mike D. Grabbed the money (M.C.A. Snatched the gold) 

I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.