B-Boys Makin´ With The Freak Freak Lyrics

(Beastie Boys) 

     Putting song together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee
     Sending this out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee
     Let me introduce myself on this cut
     I'm Ad Rock, I'm lit like a motherfuck
     Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
     I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill
     'Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny
     Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money
     Got clientele, you know i rock well
     And then you're on my dick because i'm D.F.L.
     Yeah, Mike 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
     I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working at it
     I get my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason
     Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station
     Penn Station up on 8th Ave.
     Listen all y'all you get the ball bath
     He's got the savior faire because he's debonair
     Mike D with the vinyl with the grooves so rare
     And the rhymes that we're are doo doo

     Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique
     Been learning from the elders now it's time to speak
     Oh that shit sounds nice
     Mike D come on and get it on y'all
     Talking shit about a mile a minute
     Put the wax on the table and let the D.J. spin it
     Excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon
     I'm gonna see the Knicks at Madison Square Garden
     And like the Knicks I got game like i worked at Hasbro
     On the mic I Bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
     The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo
     You can't sleep 'cause you're little Cindy Loo Hoo
     Down with the hurra since the raising hell tour
     Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more
     Cyndy what I didn't catch the last one
     That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one
     Well I'm not known for my speed raps
     So grab the microphone and cut out the claps
     Ah yea, I like that shit is kind of rough
     I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up

     I might seem out there, a little deranged
     I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
     Well I'm the ladies' choice like I Was J.J. Evans
     Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens
     I'm talking P.G.A. Pro Tour 2
     I'm Doctor Beppers in my t.v., In my golfing shoes
     Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
     Then you throw me off the green because I'm strictly hip-hop
     I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off
     I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm Audi- so check me
     I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green
     I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things
     I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro
     I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
     Yea, the b-boys makin' with the freak freak
     Mario's nagging nonni's about the Pesto Pizza
     And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha