Beastie Boys - Putting Shame In Your Game Lyrics
Beatsie beatsie boys gettin live on the spotPuttin all kinds of shame in the game you gotWe keep the party movin to the broad day lightG.e.t.l.i.v.e. alrightTranshypnotic robotic cant stop itNo limits to this style you know you cant lock itFirst you mock it, rock it and then you stock itBut Ive got the styles that are always in the pocketLike a bird floating down on a new york breezeEvery thought in the mind is a planted seedSo watch the mind or the thoughts will stackBefore you know it theyre boomeranging on backIm the king of boogle there is none higherI get 11 points off the word quagmireFools cant see me and thats how it isAnd thats how I like it cause thats my bizBeatsie beatsie boys gettin live on the spotPuttin all kinds of shame in the game you gotWe keep the party movin to the broad day lightG.e.t.l.i.v.e. alrightTimes an illusion as the moments race byToo fast to really grasp though we may tryDeny, till we die, ooh my myThese thoughts that mislead and then multiplySecond by second and minute by minuteIts like lotto you gotta be in it to win itShakin mind breakin on their own demiseLies tax to the max and theyll be feelin those vibesSo tell me what you need that you have gotFiending on power will make your blood clotIt starts with the greed and then goes all wrongThats why we cant all just get alongWere all connected like a leggo setOne equaling one together like a croquetteWhether we have or have not yet metIt aint no thing and it aint no sweatBeatsie beatsie boys gettin live on the spotPuttin all kinds of shame in the game you gotWe keep the party movin to the broad day lightG.e.t.l.i.v.e. alrightYoure caught in a panic and its rattled your brainThe selfish ways just cant maintainBut these are the breaks when you try and come fakeDont come with the rhymes that you just half bakedIm the benihana chef on the sp12I chop the ***** out the beats left on the shelfYou be like hello nasty where you beenIts time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeonI jumped outside the house with my walkman onI get so hyped when I hear this songIts gonna keep me happy like all day longSo go and talk shit cause it just makes me strongDont grease my palm with your filthy cashMultinationals spreading like a rashI might stick around or I might be a fadBut I wont sell my songs for no tv adBeatsie beatsie boys gettin live on the spotPuttin all kinds of shame in the game you gotWe keep the party movin to the broad day lightG.e.t.l.i.v.e. alrightJunior
