I listened to the Beastie Boys's new song "Make Some Noise" a few times, and the following is what I heard lyric-wise. Please give me your feedback and corrections. I would like to post the lyrics to Beastiemania.com asap.
Make Some Noise
Yeah, get up
Yeah
Uh
Yes, here we go again
Give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic, it's the anti-depressor
Adrock — no pressure — yes, we need this
The best is yet to come and, yes, believe this
Let go my Eggo while I flex my ego
Sip on Prosecco, dressed up tuxedo
Sipping coffee, playing keno in the casino
Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino
I burn the competition like a flame thrower
My rhymes age like wine as I get older
I'm getting bolder, competition is wanin'
I got the ball and I see the lane and
We got a party on the left, a party on the right
We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight
Make some noise if you're with me
You gotta make some noise if you're with me
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Our resurrection by popular election
Get paid every year like tax collection
Hear my perfection, a rotary connection
Taking emcees down by lethal rap injection
I'm like an ornithologist when I get miffed
You must have drank a fizzy-lifting drink and you got lifted
And sifted, I'm just riffin'
When I catch emcees it's time for wing-clippin'
I fly like a hawk, or better yet a seagull
I sniff suckers out like a beagle
My ego is off and runnin' and gone
'Cause I'm about the best and if you fess well, that's wrong
We got a —
We got a party on the left, a party on the right
We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight
Make some noise if you're with me
You gotta make some noise if you're with me
Crazy, crazy, crazy
The break is crazy
Crazy-crazy
Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitchin'
Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf
You can show it to your friends and say, "That's my old self"
Can't do me nothing, can't tell me nadda
Don't bug me now because I'm doin' the lambada (bada!)
The forbidden dance (wha!)
Here's my chance
To make romance in my b-boys stance
Parlay my romancing into financing
Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in but they never check out
I set the record straight, no doubt
We got a
We got a party on the left, a party on the right
We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight
Make some noise if you're with me
You gotta make some noise if you're with me