Rock Hard Lyrics - The Sounds Of Science - Beastie Boys

We're we're we're 

We're the b-boys, we don't regret 

There's nothing wrong with your TV set 

We're a gettin loose 

We couldn't be harder 

Our beats are bigger and better and longer 

Got real rock shit 

You must admit 

Not fake, not false, not counterfit 

I can play the drums, I can play gituar 

Not just b-boys, but real rock stars 

Rock, rock, rock... 

When we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck 

You'll walk the plank for your dis 

Respect, respect, respect... 

If you front on the Rock, best run and hide 

If you got static, we'll take it outside 

And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys 

Use real rock beats, show off big toys 

Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds 

So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud 

Loud... 

A, then scrach it... 

Heavy metal tension running through your blood 

Too much rock step off the pud 

Too much treble mid-range and bass 

The beat's so hard it'll dick your face 

You'll crush out hard rock hard beats 

Hard rock cold rythms for fanitic freaks 

Some people say this has been done 

We're here, we're now 

And the battles won 

Fists... 

Fists of fury in an MC bout 

Rock so hard it'll knock you out 

The very first blow is a kick in the snout 

The beat's so def that you better beware 

When you're talkin' bass right in your face 

The walls crumble down, destroying the place 

The finishing touch is the bokasat-slam 

The final blow is the five finger jam 

Some... 

Sometimes I write rythms rather write rhymes 

He writes his and I write mine 

Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and rawkus 

We're from Manhatten, you're from Secaucus 

Mike D AdRock and MCA 

Not before long I can hear you say 

In a way these boys got juice 

They're goin' off you know they love to get loose 

Get loose, get loose... 

Poose 

Gettin' the Ad Ad AdRock 

MCA, Mike D. in the place to be 

The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy 

That's right 

Uh, Uh 

In the place to be 

You know it, you know it 

AdRock, uh uh 

When the party gets loose 

Slop one, slop one 

And your goin' the boots 

Everybody gettin' trouble 

LOV on the New York C. 

Double R double R 

Better off the by 

Just takin' off the jile 

Like I lost my style 

Gonna' grab my rhyme 

All the nigros the got style 

Oh...