Rhymin' & Stealin' Lyrics - Licensed To Ill - Beastie Boys

Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about 

I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out 

No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 

'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder, cold getting colder 

Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas 

And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the knees 

We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest 

And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest 

Most illingest be-boy - I got that feeling 

'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

Snatching gold chains, vicking pieces of eight 

I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate 

We got wenches on the benches, and bitties with titties 

Housing all girlies from city to city 

One for all and all for one 

Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun 

All for one and one for all 

Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. 

Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat 

Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat 

We got maidens and wenches, man they're on the ace 

Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face 

Most illingest be-boy, I got that feeling 

'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

Ali Baba and the forty thieves 

Ali Baba and the forty thieves 

Ali Baba and the forty thieves 

Ali Baba and the forty thieves 

Ali Baba and the forty thieves 

Ali Baba and the forty thieves 

Ali Baba and the forty thieves 

Ali Baba and the forty thieves 

Torching and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin' 

Robbin' and raping, busting two in the ceiling 

I'm wheeling', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not thinking 

Never cower, never shower, and I'm always stinking 

Yo ho ho and a bottom glass boat 

And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky 

Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village 

We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage 

Most illingest be-boy, I got that feeling 

'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

I've been drinking my rum, a def son of a gun 

I fought the law and I cold won 

Black Beard's weak, Moby Dick's on the tick 

'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six 

My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker 

Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker 

Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state 

And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate 

Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling 

I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling 

I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling 

'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

Most dillingest b-boy, I got that feeling 

I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

Most chillingest b-boy, 

I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

Most chillingest b-boy, 

I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' 

Most dustin' out b-boy, I'm tossin' my dust 

Most finkinest b-boy, I'm doin' that finkin' 

Most rhyminest b-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade 

Most shootinest b-boy, I think you're shit 

Most rhyminest b-boy, I'll steal your shit homeboy 

Most taxinest b-boy, I'll tax you boy 

Most illingest illingest illingest b-boy 

Taxin' all y'all squares, yeah!