Beastie Boys - 3 The Hard Way Lyrics
Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at ModelsDeep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trainsUsed to ride the D to beat the morning bellAt Edward R. Morrow out on Ave LWe be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacksWith the diamond stylus we cutting waxWe're the super elastic bubble plasticGot ethereal material that's straight up classicYou try to vex reject but you should respectOr we'll have JC send you out a FedEx * 1So don't start to flex up in the discothequeOr we'll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rexWe're gonna rock this mother*****er like three the hard wayYour rhyme technique, it is antiqueTo all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques?Que cosa fai? Come sta e?Ho fato molte telefonateOops gotcha clutch like PlazzaSneak between the sheets so hide like matzohHoller back challah bread... nextWe are the crew who put the crew in CruexI can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize meI'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your pantiesTime to count MC's in this place to beNot five, not four, not two, just threeWe're gonna rock this mother*****er like three the hard wayRound-house kick the mic out your handDrunken mantis, my name brandSo if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of handI'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scamGnip Gnop I got shit to popI'm an exceptional professional that just don't stopSo pack up your bag and your mic and don't waitE.T. phone home now get the ***** out my faceYou know we shake'em bake'em then we take'emTreat MCs like leaves go out and rake'emIf you sell our CDs on Canal before we make'emThen we will have no alternative but to serve youon a platter like Steak'EmWe're gonna rock this mother*****er like three the hard way
