Beastie Boys

a) 59 Chrystie Street
Agh agh...
There's a girl over there...
Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yea
With long brown hair
Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yea
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face
Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw
A wick wick wack
Aghh aghh ha...
b) Get On the Mic
One two...
Right about now I'd like to deticate this song
Out to my main homie Mike D.
Agh yea
Alright
Lets kick it
Ready... go
Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy and your Dick Butkus
One half science and the other half soul
Nick named Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in frisco fool around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says no
So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic Mike
Well Mike D. is a special individual
Pulling out knots pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
At the feaver...
c) Stop That Train
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation this one's
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy yo put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
And the you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going placed on the D-Train Stop that train, I wanna get off...
Check it...
Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like your Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees I creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
Elevated platform I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth with busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog from who George Drakoulias
d) Year And A Day
M.C. for what I AM and do
the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
so as pray and hope and the message is sent
and I AM living in the dreams that I have dreamt
because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.
and my body and soul and mind are pure
not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
just lyrics from I to you recited
arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted
enter the arena as I take the center stage
the lights set low and the night has come of age
take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
and you can bet your ass
I drop the L. when I'm skiing
I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong
broke my bindings the lion with wings
preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
I AM one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to reality
I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife
don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
but it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day
come what may
I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
fishing for a line inside my brain
and looking out at the world through my window pane
every day has many colors cuz the glass is stained