The New Style Lyrics

And on the cool check in
     Center stage on the mic
     And we're puttin' it on wax
     It's the new style

     Four and three and two and one (What up!)
     And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!)
     Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
     And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
     Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
     I'm not surprised you're on my dick
     B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.
     Ah yeah, that's me
     I got franks and pork and beans
     Always bust the new routines
     I get it - I got it, I know it's good
     The rhymes I write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my
     voice is not straining
     People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
     So I went into the locker room during classes
     Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses
     You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan
     You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'

     (bridge) There it is - kick it!!!

     Father to many - married to none
     And in case you're unaware I carry a gun
     Stepped into the party - the place was over packed
     Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
     I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
     You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
     I got money in the bank - I can still get high
     That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
     I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed
     Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
     If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
     The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!)
     Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
     I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
     Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
     I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been

     (repeat bridge)

     You wanna know why - because I'm
     October 31st - that is my date of birth
     I got to the party and I did the Smurf
     Taxing all females from coast to coast
     And when I get my fill I'm chilly most
     We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
     And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
     I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
     But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west
     K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
     All the fly ladies are on my jammy
     Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental
     Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
     Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt
     I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
     Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
     Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo

     Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop
     And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...drop

     Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
     Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
     A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing
     Twenty-two automatic on my person
     Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
     My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger
     Some voices got treble - some voices got bass
     We got the kind of voices that are in your face
     Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun
     Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum
     I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block
     I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock
     I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice
     On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
     Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
     Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads