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Rock Hard

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 getting 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 counterfeit
I can play the drums, I can play guitar
Not just b-boys, but real rock stars
Rock, rock, rock

When we board your ship, you better hit the deck
You'll walk the plank for your disrespect
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 rhythms for fanatic freaks
Some people say this has been done
We're here, we're now
And the battles won

Fists
Fists of fury in an emcee 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 in the five-finger jam

Some
Sometimes I write rhythms rather write rhymes
He writes his and I write mine
Rock 'n roll rhythms are raunchy and raucous
We're from Manhattan, 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
Posse
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
L-O-V 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 they got style
Oh

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