b-boys in the cut
Singer:beastie boys
pulling suckers' cards out the satchel
b boys in the cut and we're here to stay
chatter up on the mic and it's an incantation
a little patience with the tribulations
rhymes are not just for breakfast any more
don't wanna make the beer fest
your wack style is beyond a pale
i'm coming back with hail
my broad sword will cut through your chain mail
one of the greatest of all time
number spitting lead paint
a-d-r-o-c-k spells relief
there's holes in my story like leon spinks' teeth
i keep a microphone in a little
i'm like oscar the grouch
just imagine the 42nd street c train bathroom
i sizzle on the mic like a battered fried fish
pundits in the house say -- what! -- that's rich!
this is the type of shit that's gonna scratch that itch
now i'm-a set it off from up inside this bitch
i see you're looking at me and thinking 'what him do?'
i switch up my name pretty much how i like
this routine dates way back
a lot of people may remember this routine
from the summer before last
and that new name is larry!
and then i gotta new name
and my new name is harry!
and that new name is gary!
our dj's name has stayed the same
'cause his new name is barry!