Nonstop Disco Powerpack (Explicit)

Nonstop Disco Powerpack - Beastie Boys (野獸男孩)

(Well how you feelin' Ad Rock )

Well I'm feelin' well

Bonafide qualified with a story to tell

(Well how feelin' Mike D )

Well I feel all good

All day is how we play in' the neighborhood

(Well how you feelin' MCA ) Well I feel right

I swing my words on the track

Cause the track sound tight

(So if you're feeling good and you're feeling right)

(Uhh somebody step up and grab the mic)

Well hello everybody and how you been

It's Ad Rock rapping on the microphone again

I got grace class style finesse and debonaire

Murderalize motherf**kers cause I just don't care

The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer

I take sucker rappers I put 'em through a strainer

Like macaroni cause the sh*t sound cheesy

Watch how it's done boy it looks easy

The non stop going off kingping microphone

Boss do my own thing you can't afford the cost

Of my fly styles that complete the turnstile

Cause it's live and direct and I'm wiggidy wild

Now get your a** on the floor I got total control

I flow like the water out your toilet bowls

Your style is cheap boy just like a Dutch

You know you're not smoking

On the microphone much

There's a certain special talent that I never lack

Huh hah huh hah And that's a fact

Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac

You better break a wishbone cause we never wack

Then we never that and that is that

And we're the nonstop disco powerpack

Uhh that's right we go all night

Who gonna be next to bless the mic

Now this is the way we run it down

We're getting you high on the funky sound

This is the way we get it on

B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn

See I mix my style up like a cement mixer

Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir

Hey yo yo soundman make Mike's mic louder

Don't make me sound cheap

Like a box of douche powder

I'll max and relax champag no ego

Don't know commando don't know bandito

Je m'appelle Michèle very long

Me and Dawn in the shack and we got it going on

Prince he's in the hot tub like it's seventy-three

Looking over his shoulder and he's looking at me

I'm up right in the face towel around my waist

What's up with that watch inside the glass case

I go to make my move sneak out the place

Undetected Not leaving a trace

Party's done microphone threat

Rhymes been jumped and heads been checked

I see one last profiterol I make my play

And pass the microphone to MCA

Non-stop from the top

When you clock then we rock

Them not kicking them not sticking

We be makin hip-hop

(So c'mon everybody get down yeah)

Now there's a spot check

Get the dead count down

Cause I'ma break it down

For ya how we burn it down

Pound for pound keep the basslines round

See you rocking clocking checking my sound

but I grew up with hip-hop

Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Rock"

It mean a lot spinning on my Walkman

Shoutout to the Afrika Bam'

And to the X to the double-O-N-Y

The one emcee who you can't deny

At least he threw me records that made heads fly

Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire

Construct a rhyme with specific intent

Flipping all the braincells right to the pen

And then I put the root down

When I hold the mic

Words flowing so cold turn water to ice

Come through to rock such a rate to tape

You put me in the mix like up at the plate

And then they press it on wax sell it in the store

The DJ's screamin kick it out on the dancefloor

Coming through the speaker to shake your eardrum

Braincells get with it make you hear

Where we're from

Ad Rock HUH Get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

Now Mike D HUH Get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

And MCA (yeah) get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

Beastie Boys in the house DON'T STOP