Beastie Boys Lyrics

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Alive Lyrics

I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now

Never

It’s all been leading up to this moment

All right now, right here

My whole life

We’ve got rhyme selection in a wide array

J’ai des bonbons pour vous, mangez

The party people scream “Oui oui c’est vrai!”

‘cause I got a remote for my bidet

A.D.R.O.C.K.

I use the microphone like Picasso used clay

Down with freckles from around the bay

Peace to Bambaataa and Jazzy Jay

I rock on the mic from here to Bombay

I give it my best to say come what may

‘Cause everybody’s got their dues to pay

I’m looking sideways like my man Pele

Getting’ on like Ali Boom ba yay

So fed up with racism today

Time to speak up and not turn away

Make the sun shine when it’s cloudy and gray

Dip dip dive, so-socialize

Open up your ears and clean out your eyes

If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise

It could be nice to be alive

I’m talking doody rhymes to a brand new height

I shine on the mic like UltraBite

Created a monster with these rhymes I write

Goatee metal rap please say goodnight

Now here’s a little song that you might not like

My DJ’s name is Mix Master Mike

It’s a real pity that you people gotta bite

But I can understand ‘cause he sounds so nice

Reading you the news ‘cause I’m Country Mike

Use a microphone like Shazaam uses tights

Try to keep clear of that hate and spite

So I keep my mind still like the still of night

Now who in the world do you want to fight

It’s against the system that we should unite

Homophobics ain’t alright

If you learn to love then you might love life

Dip dip dive, so-socialize

Open up your ears and clean out your eyes

If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise

It could be nice to be alive

Bringing back that old New York Rap

Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts

So many billionaires while so many lack

So before the poor decides to react

Come on party people and share up your stack

Now, I’m a break it down to the brass tacks

Do the Biz Mark dance and the cabbage patch

You try to turn the key but you broke the latch

Sneak into my files for some rhymes to snatch

I’d like to have a say on the income tax

Don’t want to help build bombs and that’s the fact

No money for health care so what’s the catch

The man got you locked with no key to the latch

Mike and Adam have got my back

You bring the mic and we’ll bring the rap

Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack

Don’t smoke Cheeba, can’t stand crack

Dip dip dive, so-socialize

Open up your ears and clean out your eyes

If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise

It could be nice to be alive