Putting Shame In Your Game Lyrics - Hello Nasty - Beastie Boys

Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot 

Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got 

We keep the party movin' to the broad day light 

G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright 

Trans-hypnotic robotic can't stop it 

No limits to this style you know you can't lock it 

First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it 

But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket 

Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze 

Every thought in the mind is a planted seed 

So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack 

Before you know it they're boomeranging on back 

Well I'm the king of Boogle there is none higher 

I get eleven points off the word 'quagmire' 

Fools can't see me and that's how it is 

And that's how I like it and that's my biz 

Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot 

Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got 

We keep the party movin' to the broad day light 

G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright 

Time's an illusion as the moments race by 

Too fast to really grasp though we may try 

Deny, till we die, ooh my my 

These thoughts that mislead and then multiply 

Second by second and minute by minute 

"It's like lotto you gotta be" "in it to win it" 

Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise 

Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin' those vibes 

So tell me what you need that you have got 

Fiending on power will make your blood clot 

It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong 

That's why we can't all just get along 

We're all connected like a Lego set 

One equaling one together like a croquette 

Whether we have or have not yet met 

Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat 

Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot 

Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got 

We keep the party movin' to the broad day light 

G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright 

You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain 

The selfish ways just can't maintain 

But these are the breaks when you try and come fake 

Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked 

Well I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12 

I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf 

You be like 'Hello Nasty, where you been?' 

It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon 

I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on 

I get so hyped when I hear this song 

It's gonna keep me happy like all day long 

So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong 

Don't grease my palms with your filthy cash 

Multinationals spreading like a rash 

I might stick around or I might be a fad 

But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad 

Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot 

Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got 

We keep the party movin' to the broad day light 

G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright